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To: Maelstrom
But...it wasn't the first time that I should have been dead, nor the last.

Had a few of those type of incidents myself. Makes ya wonder doesn't it? Must be some truth to, 'just wasn't your time.'

148 posted on 10/31/2002 6:40:15 PM PST by ET(end tyranny)
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To: ET(end tyranny)
I don't wonder at all.

There is a God.

He does love us.
158 posted on 10/31/2002 6:52:14 PM PST by Maelstrom
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To: ET(end tyranny); All
When I was young and stupid, back in the '70s, (now I'm old and a little smarter I hope) I had a wild, but short-lived love affair with a guy who lived in a little, very old house in Avila Beach, California. For some reason I came to have a psychic connection with this guy (who remained a good friend), we'll call him Bill. I could go for six months or more without seeing him, then suddenly his name would, out of the blue, pop in front of my eyes in print as I was reading; sure as sunrise, that day or the next, I'd run into him at the store, in a club, or at any old place ... since this wasn't the first person I'd experienced this phenomenon with, I didn't think much of it except that it was weird. ANYWAY ...

Several years later, out of the blue, that old house kept popping into my mind -- for no reason! I'd never felt attached or any particular emotion for the house, never had given it much thought ... I lived a good 20 miles away, and rarely went to Avila Beach, yet visions and memories of that house suddenly intruded themselves on my thoughts at odd times. This went on for a couple of weeks. I kept thinking, "Well, I guess I'll bump into Bill pretty soon." But it didn't happen.

About that time, some special event took me to Port San Luis; to get there, you have to go past Avila Beach and the old house, which was probably about 100 years old. I thought, "Well, at least I'll get to see the house." When I passed where the house was, I saw instead a bulldozer sitting on a flat lot. The house had JUST been bulldozed. The instant I saw it, it was as if someone had slugged me in the solar plexus and I was consumed with this terrible, aching sadness. It was the strangest thing ... I've never figured out what that was about. Later, I went to the site and said a prayer to God (Whom I have thanked often for delivering me from my youthful stupidity!!!).

Finfreak
173 posted on 10/31/2002 7:20:42 PM PST by Finny
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