Friends, I’m going to start blogging about the mysterious otherworldly things that keep happening to The Man and I. The funny thing is, since we fell in love, psychic occurrences seem to abound.
One thing The Man and I are especially interested in is other dimensions. My ex was a research scientist who was actually afraid of reading about other dimensions—he felt that if he did, he’d disappear into a rabbit warren of “what’s real and what’s not?” But the fact that his scientific PhD mind believed in other dimensions fascinated me.
Anyway, recently The Man and I have been reading about other dimensions in a book I’m obsessed with called The Wisdom of The Council by Sara Landon. One idea from the book is that we can raise our energy in order to access new and better realities. If you think this sounds barmy, I completely get it. But here’s what happened on Saturday:
The Man’s in the kitchen chopping potatoes. I walk through, heading for the living room. As I pass by, I hear him gasp, “Ow!” so I back-step and look across at him, but he’s already looking at me in consternation. “Are you alright?” he asks.
“I’m alright,” I say. “Are you alright?”
“Only just,” he says. “Almost cut myself on this knife. But are you okay? I heard you say ‘ow’.”
“No, no, no,” I say. “YOU said ‘ow’.”
Neither of us had said ow. Nope. Someone else had said ow. Had The Man actually cut his finger in another dimension? Has he now evolved to a higher dimension through all the meditation we’ve been doing? Or did a random ghost decide to confuse us by saying ow?
Whatever the reason, we both heard that ‘ow’ clear as day. And that’s just one moment from our psychic relationship. This week, I’ll be blogging about more of these moments, too. After all, we have lots of them.
Have you experienced anything similar to this yourself? Do you believe in other dimensions?
Have a great day, my friends.
Romancey Pants 