When Engin suggested topics for me to write about here on the blog, she asked me what I thought about telepathy.  If telepathy is picking up other people’s thoughts, and other people picking up our thoughts, then I have no doubt about telepathy.
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God in Heavenletters™ tells us that our thoughts reach everywhere. And haven’t we all experienced knowing exactly what someone else is thinking?

I had two experiences recently that could be telepathy. They certainly were evidence of some kind of communication system.

A week or so ago, I had a thought about Fay, a lady who used to live here in town. She’s been away at least ten years, could be fifteen. I had no reason to think about her, and yet suddenly thoughts of her crossed my mind. Actually, it was not so much that thoughts of her crossed my mind as a picture of her  flashed before me, and then I had thoughts about her, like “Why am I thinking about Fay?” There was no more than that, and then I didn’t have any more thoughts about her.There was no reason to.

A few days later, I bumped into Fay at Revelations, the local used book store and wonderful place to eat. Fay was visiting in town. She had not been thinking of me, I’m sure, because when I went up to talk to her, it took her a while to remember who I was.

Fay and I actually had a sweet history together, for I had been her beautiful son’s teacher so many years ago. Adam was eleven or twelve when I was his teacher. Fay called him and he came down to Revelations so I could enjoy him. Unbelievably, now he is thirty-eight and very charming. I wouldn’t have missed seeing him for anything in the world.

Yet, ahead of time, I had thought of Fay and not Adam.

Then a few days ago, I had a flash of another girlfriend, Jamie, who had left Fairfield fifteen or twenty years ago for India, as I remember. We had not been close friends, but Jamie, my daughter and I had had some good times together. Jamie lived in an apartment next to my daughter’s. Their apartments were connected by a door in their closets which they left unlocked more often than not. Using that door was a little bit like going through the wardrobe in the first Narnia book and entering a different world.

Again, what reason was there for me to have a flash of Jamie, but I did, and, as with Fay, the thought came and then it went, and that was it.

Yesterday, out of the blue, Jamie called me on the telephone! Now, isn’t that bizarre? And I was so utterly happy to hear from her. Our connection was far deeper than I had had known.

Jamie now lives in Maine. Someone had sent her a Heavenletter, but she had called to ask if I could help her with a resume, and she wound up subscribing to Heavenletters.

In Fay’s case, Fay had not thought of me while I had thought of her. In Jamie’s case, we both had thought of each other, and Jamie had a reason why she thought of me.

Do I believe in telepathy? I sure do. What’s not to believe in?

And you?