Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Question of the Day

Do fortune tellers have crystal balls?  [Rimshot]

Have you ever had a “psychic” experience?  Something that just wasn’t logical or explainable?

For me, nothing that an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s couldn’t explain.

8 barks and woofs on “Question of the Day

  1. Nothing tangible, however, I am always feeling my dad and my paternal grandmother’s presence. Russ goes around the house about once a month burning sage to rid the house of evil spirits. And about that Jack Daniels’s, that is my favorite drink besides beer. I’ve had a few hangovers from JD.

  2. All the time. I’m convinced I have the ability to predict when someone will strike out, when a golf ball will drop, when the phone will ring. Don’t laugh. It’s spooky, not funny.

  3. More than I like to admit to myself even….I keep running them thru my mental washer, hoping they wash away. But until I get one that provides a winning lottery number, I’m not letting them change my life!

  4. My kitchen is in the back of the house, so I can’t see or hear anything out on the street. One evening, while doing dishes, I had a powerful urge to go into the living room and look out the window. Did, but there wasn’t anything unusual in spite of a feeling of emergency. Went back to finish the dishes and, a few minutes later, heard sirens close by. Headed to the living room window: an ambulance pulled up across the street and the paramedics raced inside the house. They reappeared, carrying a little girl who was crying. Later on, I learned she had fallen down the basement stairs and broke her arm. I did not hear sirens earlier when I looked out. Somehow, some way, I “knew” there was a problem close by. Still freaks me out thinking about it.

  5. Both my mother and father came to me in dreams after they died.
    My grandfather was a psychic, and I think all of us are to a certain extent. Many things exist that we cannot see.

  6. This may be more like serendipity. I was riding my bike on Old Cutler Road going north. Just past Old Cutler Bay, the bike lane narrows and there was a woman with a stroller going through the path also going south. I stopped and leaned on the stone wall until she was safely through. My hand rested on a stuffed doll that someone had placed up there. For some reason I called to the woman and asked her if it was her child’s. Oddly enough, it was! She had lost it several days before. She was so grateful as someone had brought it to her from France and it was very special. Weird!

  7. little things all the time. The one that still gives me chills was a few years ago. I was stopped at a light and when it changed, instead of going, I just sat there. Car behind me honked, thinking I hadn’t noticed, but I still didn’t move. Then one of those mammoth garbage trucks came skidding through the intersection -I would have been t-boned on the driver’s side if I’d gone.

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