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    <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:20:44 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      I don&amp;#39;t claim to be a psychic, but I&amp;#39;ve had psychic experiences on very special occasions.&amp;nbsp; On one occasion, I was day sailing off the coast of Palm Beach, Florida with a friend. I heard cries of distress and sailed straight to three scuba divers who got caught in a current.&amp;nbsp; They were miles from their dive boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&amp;nbsp;another occasion, I was returning from Nassau in the Bahamas to Palm Beach, Florida with three sailing friends on my sailboat, &lt;em&gt;Bold Venture&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We ran into a violent storm in the 50 mile stretch of ocean that separates the Bahamas Banks from Florida.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been sailing 20 degrees south of our true course to allow for the Gulf Stream&amp;#39;s current to the north.&amp;nbsp; When the the storm hit, I was forced to head northward, and more to the north as the storm moved through.&amp;nbsp; Eight hours later, as we rolled over a 30 foot sea, I spotted smokestacks to our west.&amp;nbsp; The storm had moved east of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed for the smokstacks, which were those of Florida Power and Light, a mile south of our inlet.&amp;nbsp; We arrived at my estimated time of arrival. It was impossible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seas were breaking completely across Lake Worth Inlet. Something told me to go for it.&amp;nbsp; With seas breaking on both sides of us, the sea behind peaked. We slid down it into the inlet. It never broke. My friends called it a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the Bermuda triangle where hundreds of vessels and aircraft have mysteriously disappeared.&amp;nbsp; Some think its a time warp they get caught in.&amp;nbsp; It appears that a time warp put us where we should have been had there been no storm, and something strange brought us safely through breaking seas into our inlet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to think that God didn&amp;#39;t have his hand on my wheel.&amp;nbsp; A Christian woman told me God never speaks to psychics.&amp;nbsp; Several years after&amp;nbsp;my wierd&amp;nbsp;sea experience, I was in Portland, Oregon&amp;#39;s Greenwood Inn singles bar dancing with this and that female. I enjoy dancing.&amp;nbsp; I asked Karen, my future wife, for a dance. The moment our hands touched I felt her warmth. it was like meeting an old friend I&amp;#39;d not seen for a long time. We sat and chatted for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, Karen had a friend make an astrological compatibility printout on us.&amp;nbsp;I read in the report this: &amp;quot;The platonic thing was there from the strart, and there is a sense of the brotherly and sisterly between you.&amp;nbsp; Even if lovers, you will always be first and foremost good friends.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first date, a hike&amp;nbsp; on the trail to Multnomah Falls, we were sitting on a log chatting. Karen blurted out that she wanted our relationship to be platonic. At that moment, I noticed the sky in the northwest was growing black. We hurried back to the car and heard&amp;nbsp; on the radio that Mt. St. Helens had erupted not 50 miles from us.&amp;nbsp; Later, I asked Karen why she said she wanted our&amp;#39;s to be a platonic relationship.&amp;nbsp; She didn&amp;#39;t know. It just popped out. It is hard for me to think Karen was not sent to me.&amp;nbsp; She is my fourth wife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is loaded with strange coincidences.&amp;nbsp; We are more than we give ourselves credit for being.  &lt;/p&gt;

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