Jamie Advises to Date Someone I Like

8 Dec 2002 12:28:21 EST Subject: remote viewing To: [email protected]

 

I don't mind you sharing this.  I only keep it to myself to protect others around me from embarrassment.

 

The first recollection I have of remote viewing was as about a 4 year old child.  My uncle was burning trash and caught the woods behind our house on fire.  It looked like the blaze was all around me and I can remember going above it, seeing it confined to just the wooded area, leaving plenty of room for escape, and thus not feeling panicked over it.  Years later I heard my mother describing the event and remembered thinking that I had a bird's eye view of it, but I was still young then and didn't think that strange.

 

When I was raped at 14 by two men at knife point, I purposely traveled outside of my body and hovered at the ceiling.  I did it to escape the fear, the pain and the feeling of not being able to breathe.  From that vantage point is where I first saw the third man, lurking in the shadows of the doorway that I couldn't see from where my body was on the floor.  In retrospect, who knows if my non verbal pleas to him to rescue me, were heard and acted upon, or if he just was afraid they would all be charged with murder if he didn't do something, but if he hadn't stepped in when he did, I would have bled to death.  He was much bigger, taller and stronger than the other two and I have always had a hero image connected to taller men, such as you.  My secret is out...

 

I still never thought of it as unusual and the phrase, "out of body experience" was common in the 70's so I just figured everyone did that.  I could often "see" things that were about to happen or around the corner or from a different perspective, but didn't see it as anything note worthy.  I left home at 15 and worked as many as three jobs at the same time to provide for myself and what ever jobless man I was supporting, so I never had time to read, never had friends to talk to and never gave it much consideration.

 

Some things you just know.  I knew the moment I conceived my daughter.  I knew her before she was born, and tried to prevent the birth, but some things are just meant to happen.  I believe that everyone is born with that sixth sense, but we have the notion beaten out of us by a society that thinks it "weird".  From the beginning I have tried to instill in her a belief in herself and in her ability to sense the truth.  She is far more capable than I and once picked all 10 or 12 horses in Hialeah.  Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her until about the third race from the end, when she casually commented that 3 more and she would have picked them all.  When I looked at her program, she had already marked all of the winners.  I don't gamble, but was with a man who made a lot of money on those last three races.  She quickly became a favourite of all the old timers at the track.

 

Her ability to communicate with the cats is even more phenomenal than mine.  You can see it in her photography.  The day the serval escaped, her first words to me were, "I went to feed Pharaoh, and I couldn't feel him there."

 

I didn't tell you the whole story of viewing him, because I didn't want to freak you out, but this is from my journal:  It began from something that I have been doing with the cats when I am out driving around.  I visualize them, approach and hold them.  I stroke their fur and mentally talk to them about what their life experience is like.  I found it very helpful with some of the sick cats and it comforted me, if nothing else.  When trying to locate Pharaoh, I polled the cats around his cage, from a distance of about 1.5 miles.  Scratch, the cougar and Zza Zza, the ocelot have the best view of his cage and I started with them.  Scratch wasn't talking and Zza Zza said she knew and wasn't telling.  I tried Jumanji, the leopard and as he was excitedly telling me that Pharaoh had climbed out and the path he had take