We are natively psychic

I don't claim to be a psychic, but I've had psychic experiences on very special occasions.  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.  They were miles from their dive boat.

On another occasion, I was returning from Nassau in the Bahamas to Palm Beach, Florida with three sailing friends on my sailboat, Bold Venture.  We ran into a violent storm in the 50 mile stretch of ocean that separates the Bahamas Banks from Florida. 

We had been sailing 20 degrees south of our true course to allow for the Gulf Stream's current to the north.  When the the storm hit, I was forced to head northward, and more to the north as the storm moved through.  Eight hours later, as we rolled over a 30 foot sea, I spotted smokestacks to our west.  The storm had moved east of us.

I headed for the smokstacks, which were those of Florida Power and Light, a mile south of our inlet.  We arrived at my estimated time of arrival. It was impossible. 

Seas were breaking completely across Lake Worth Inlet. Something told me to go for it.  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.

We were in the Bermuda triangle where hundreds of vessels and aircraft have mysteriously disappeared.  Some think its a time warp they get caught in.  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. 

It is hard to think that God didn't have his hand on my wheel.  A Christian woman told me God never speaks to psychics.  Several years after my wierd sea experience, I was in Portland, Oregon's Greenwood Inn singles bar dancing with this and that female. I enjoy dancing.  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'd not seen for a long time. We sat and chatted for hours.

Years later, Karen had a friend make an astrological compatibility printout on us. I read in the report this: “The platonic thing was there from the strart, and there is a sense of the brotherly and sisterly between you.  Even if lovers, you will always be first and foremost good friends.”

On our first date, a hike  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  on the radio that Mt. St. Helens had erupted not 50 miles from us.  Later, I asked Karen why she said she wanted our's to be a platonic relationship.  She didn't know. It just popped out. It is hard for me to think Karen was not sent to me.  She is my fourth wife.   

My life is loaded with strange coincidences.  We are more than we give ourselves credit for being.