As most of you know, I work at a nursing home in Illinois. Some postings on YGS have me thinking about two incidents that happened almost 12 years ago.
The first incident was odd. At that time I was still working in the housekeeping department rather than the activity department I work in now. In February of 2001, it was after the residents had finished eating their lunch, I was mopping the floor of the dining room. This dining room has windows that look out to the employee parking lot. As I was mopping I saw what looked like a horse jockey go through the passenger side of my car and vanish. I did not say get in my car, the door never opened.
My first thought was, "What in the world was that?" I thought of a jockey because of how he was dressed. He had on a outfit that looked jockey silks to me.
Now comes the weird part. I have never been a fan of NASCAR, but when I got home and the news was on about Dale Earnhardt and they showed his picture, I thought the outfit in the picture looks like what my jockey had on.
The second incident happened later in the same year, I think around Mother's Day. I was getting ready to go to lunch. To get to the break room we have to walk by a set of doors that face the parking lot. Same lot as in the first incident. I saw a figure of a man leaning against on of the CNA's cars, wearing what looked to me a Mr. Roger's type sweater. Once again on the news Perry Como passed away.
Sounds odd and a bit crazy, I know I know that nursing homes are portals. I think maybe for those short times a bit more of the portal opened. Because of that I just caught a brief glimpse of them moving on.
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When I was in high school, I was in Band. We had marching band practice in the summertime for a couple months leading up to our County Fair on Labor Day Weekend. The year I was first chair flautist, so when I was about 16, we were marching near the middle school and I smelled smoke. I made a comment about how strange it was that on such a hot breezeless day anyone would bother to burn their trash. Someone asked what I was talking about. I asked, "Don't you smell the smoke?" No one did.
A few minutes later, we were playing whilst marching, and I suddenly felt pain in my left arm. I stopped playing and clutched my arm. The pain grew worse. I groaned and tried not to scream. A friend in the trombone line asked what was wrong. I said my arm was burning, and I didn't know what was wrong. After the song was over, the burning sensation subsided, and I shrugged it off.
The next day, that trombonist asked me if I had "heard the news." What news? Well, apparently during the previous afternoon when we were marching, a boy scout troop leader had been teaching some younger kids how to start a fire. Well, he accidentally caught a barn on fire and managed to burn his lower left arm, exactly where I'd felt burned.
After he shared this, everyone in the trombone and flute section stared at me like I was a freak of nature. I laughed it off and said he was pulling my leg. But he was quite serious. He told some other friends of ours about it later. He was genuinely spooked. By this time in my life, my friends had forbidden me from saying the phrase "I wonder what would happen if" because whenever I used that phrase, it would happen.
Well anyway, I guess that sometimes, even when we don't know someone, we are linked to them. I call it "hive mind". The reason why we feel when people we DO know pass away, why when we get that phone call and know the announcement's coming, how we sense when someone's in danger, why we get the same song stuck in our heads at the same time with no trigger even though it hadn't played on the radio all day, etc.
I just consider it evidence that we're all linked together in more than just a physical sense.