Good Morning PNF Crew. I’m inspired to post this lengthy story by several recent threads others have posted including Magicfinger’s “Familiarity with intuition and synchronicty?” and Galexy’s “Soul Family” – along with several posts by Heather. I’ve posted about some of my varied psychic occurrences but never tried to share anything that was specifically cohesive. So here goes one long try to do so. So this story began in September of 1979. A freshman student posing as a member of my high school's student government came into one of my classes and told the teacher that I was needed urgently for a student government event. In reality, I was not a member of our student government either so I was uncertain of where this mockery was going; but I played along because of my curiosity. That student led me across the campus and into our drama department building where almost all of the lights were out; but, there was some dim light coming from the stage lighting booth. That same student stood beside me while a figure climbed down the ladder exiting the lighting booth and walked towards us. When that third person was within arm’s reach of me, the second student took my hand and placed it into the hands of the third person. My psyche snapped and a flash of bright light filled my vision. It was very similar to the fireworks that appeared at the start of the old "Love American Style" sitcom. The second student stepped away and then the two of us, still holding hands, stepped towards the dim lights. I saw that the third person was another senior student whom I knew from a class we had together the prior year. But we were not really friendly back then. At that moment, something surreal had happened but I didn't know what. Well, we immediately started dating. I know it is a leap for you all just as it was for me that I went from having no real relationship with this other student to actually going steady with her. [Editing here to insert two sentences to give some continuity. This was not the first time I had been unknowingly setup for the chance of creating a relationship. There was a cabal within my schoolmates working repeatedly on this for six months. Apparently on this attempt the cabal won.] We were both 17 years old; and, she came from a large very Catholic family. So we agreed to wait until we were both 18 before becoming sexually active which would be almost a year after we met. By that time, we would also have graduated from high school. Our first mutual psychic occurrence was something that I mentioned (in an abbreviated fashion) last month in response to a post by Lynne. Early in our relationship, I called my GF one night and told her about these horrible cramping pains I was having unlike anything else I'd ever had before. My GF asked me several targeted questions and then told me that I was probably feeling her menstrual cramps as she was on her period. For whatever reason, that didn’t sound too whacked out to her. So okay fine; new one on me as I'd never recognized that I might be empathic before that. That, along with the fact that I didn't have the lady parts where the pain was felt, made this event seem pretty fantastical to me. Several months later, I awoke feeling a significant amount of fear. I immediately started reciting the Lord's Prayer. I had been both Catholic and Episcopalian earlier in my childhood so it was no surprise that I might know the words to the prayer. However, I hadn't said that pray in many years. I spoke with my GF the next morning and she volunteered to me that she awoke in the middle of the night from a terrifying dream. She was so scared that she said the Lord's Prayer aloud to calm herself. Several months after that, I awoke in the middle of the night with my bed completely soaked from my pillow all the way down to the foot of my bed. And, I do mean soaked! But I didn't have a temperature so I was puzzled by the serious heavy sweating. The next morning, my GF called to tell me that she couldn’t see me that day because she was sick. She told me she woke up with a severe fever during the night and had to change her bedding because it was soaked. These kinds of things were recurring every few months during the three-and-half years we were together. We were engaged for a year but we ultimately decided we were "not right for each other" and split up. Big surprise to me - she got married just a little over a year later and moved out of California. Our psychic connection did not seem to sever after we split; not even after she was married. On at least one occasion, I called her because of a specific physical ailment I awoke with. Immediately upon hearing my voice she volunteered, "Yes, I had the following symptoms last night...in case that is why you are calling me." It was. Because I traveled for business, and I don't know why else, on a trip very near to her then home city, I asked to meet up with her and her husband for dinner. On my drive into the city, right at the exact moment I looked up to read the "Welcome to..." sign for the city where she lived, the radio began playing what I thought of as "our break up song." I thought that was strongly coincidental. We had dinner - awkward as it was - and then I left for my hour-long drive back to my hotel. Just as I looked up to read the "You are now leaving..." sign for that same city, the radio began play what we selected five years earlier to be "our song". I thought, that was even weirder than what happened on the drive into the city! Total coincidences, I know (wink). One thing I didn't know was that somehow I had acquired a psychic connection not only to my ex-GF while we were a couple but to at least some parts of her family. About two years later, so this would have been about 1987, I walked into a place where one of her older brothers used to work back when my ex-GF and I were still together. So that would have been like five years earlier. I had no reason to suspect he still worked at that same place but I felt very oddly compelled to enter the place just the same. I asked one of the workers at the counter if I could speak with "My ex-GF's Older Brother" - the guy looked shocked. He told me that "Your ex-GF's Older Brother" had not worked there for several years...but, he just happen to have stopped by a few minutes earlier and was still in the back office. So the ex-GF's Older Brother and I chatted about nothing important for a few minutes and then I left. I didn't know it but the connection between me and my ex-GF persisted until 1989. At that time, one of the strangest of our intertwined events occurred. Unbeknownst to me, my ex-GF had divorced, and remarried, and divorced again, and then moved back to San Diego. I was at home and my "Spidey Senses" started tingling in the early afternoon. The later it became in the day, the more agitated I became by a vaguely familiar feeling of compulsion to act on something. At some point nearing 8PM, I got the thought to "go to the Home Depot". But not the Home Depot location which was just one mile away from my home - nope, the one 13 miles away. I wasn’t going to play this time as I didn't need any building materials. But as time grew ever closer to 8:30PM, the sensation to "go" was overwhelming. So I jumped in the car and zoomed to that Home Depot location 13 miles away. It was nearing their closing time but I entered just the same and started zipping up and down each aisle trying to discover what it was that my unconscious mind wanted me to buy. When I finally knew I couldn't make up my mind on what it was I needed, I headed for the exit. There at the cash register was my ex-GF. Hoping she did not see me, I did an about face and ran down a random aisle and picked up one piece of tile...which I didn't really need of course...and headed back towards the register. She was the only cashier in sight so picking a lane to checkout in was not going to include multiple choices. Of course we both acted surprised (my acting was way better because I then knew exactly what it was that got me to go there in the first place) and we made arrangements to meet again at a later date. By the way, I think I just threw the tile away when I got home; I certainly wasn’t going to put in new flooring. We met at that later date; and it was no big deal as far as I was concerned. However, my ex-GF did ask me if we might be able to start over again. In my politest way possible, I said "Nope." Only then, after fully ten long years (1979 to 1989), did our connection end; or so I’d hoped. Jump ahead almost 13 years. After moving to Florida with my current GF, we started making frequent daytrips to Walt Disney World. On one of those trips, my "Spidey Senses" started rattling. I of course immediately recognized that the only time I'd ever had that exact same feeling before in my life were the two times that I was compelled to search out and find my ex-GF's Brother or my ex-GF herself. The feeling was unmistakable; I was convinced that my ex-GF was in the amusement park at that exact same time. Rather than act upon the compulsion to try to find her, I used that sensing to do all that I could to stay away from any area where I felt she might be. I did not want to have a meeting between my ex-GF and my current GF. I found out several weeks later, through mutual friends, that my ex-GF was in fact in the area as she had gotten married (for at least a third time) at Walt Disney World that same weekend. No more "Spidey Senses" in the past five years.