One thing I noticed in the comments to “Resolving the Tokarski Phenomenon” which interests me is a chain of comments skewing towards the Supernatural. This seems to be par for the course at this blog; it is a frequent occurrence in the comments. Now, as I explained in my first introduction…my mind is coldly, coldly logical, and I recognize this as a bias of mine. It helps to understand your own biases, because there is no getting around a bias unless you first understand that your bias exists. When people respond to my article about genetic engineering with comments about shape-shifters, the brain of “logical me” has learned to immediately disregard these concepts. At least I am able to recognize that I have disregarded something for no definite reason, except for a knee-jerk bias against the Supernatural.
This is where I wanted to share my own story involving the Supernatural…
This is nothing related to myself having such abilities, but rather related to a set of encounters I had with a friend when I was very young. This event has stuck with me and has had a far more profound effect on me than I ever could have expected it might. It all boils down to this: when I was approximately 10 years old, I had a friendship with a girl who had telekinetic abilities. She used to move things like pencils and pens with her mind on my command. Being the little skeptic I was, I would specifically test the system going in (no air flow, strings, magnets, etc.), and control the conditions such as which pencil and where it was placed. This was not a girl doing a magic trick and my 10-year-old self embellishing the memory. She proved that she could do this and repeat it any way I wanted to see it done. She actually used to flaunt her telekinetic abilities, probably because they so completely fascinated and impressed me. Even then, I was of above average intelligence and I assure you that this was not simply me being fooled. This was a girl who legitimately had telekinetic abilities. I had no idea what telekinesis was until she just started doing this for me. She used to try to help me practice so that I might be able to do it myself, but I never had any luck with it. This was her skill. What I saw was very impactful. This girl did not simply make a tin foil spinner move…she used to move solid objects like pencils and make them roll across a desk. It was remarkable, and to this day I am still amazed by this memory.
My mind is a cold and logical Babbage machine of spinning gears (how’s that for an old reference, Mark?), but this one single event has always given me an ability to realize that sometimes things cannot be rationally explained…at least not by current rational explanations. I was wondering whether any commenters could share a similar experience, because I do not know that I have ever met anyone to share this particular story with. Piece of Mindful seemed like perhaps the right place to do so. This topic (the Supernatural) is a minefield waiting to happen in terms of comments, but I am genuinely curious whether anyone else can share a truly personal (first-hand) anecdote like this. Nothing just about your own theory of the world, but rather a real-life Supernatural experience that you are not able to explain in rational terms.