Heard My Name Called

March 6, 2005 Sunday 5:50 PM

I was meditating before supper. I had been breathing deeply for about twenty minutes. I was very relaxed. I was startled to hear a woman's voice call my name, "Jon", loudly and clearly. It was so real and so loud that I felt a jolt of adrenalin and jumped. I was instantly wide awake. My heart was pounding. I knew no one else was in my apartment and the sound had to have been in my head. I had not recognized the woman's voice. The call did not sound like a warning, but just to get my attention.

Twice before I had heard someone call my name like that when no one was there. The first time was when I was about five or six years old, around 1959. I was standing in our downstairs playroom with my brother playing pool on a miniature, toy, pool table. That time a man's voice called, "Jon". I could not believe my brother had not heard it. At the time I decided it must have been God.

The second time it happened was in 1982 or 1983 when I lived on the shore of Lake Hartwell in South Carolina. That time it was a woman's voice. All three times the voice simply sounded like the caller wanted my attention, but then didn't say anything else.


Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney

Bizarre Coincidence & Precognition

Saturday January 25, 1997

I dreamt I was visiting a female penfriend of mine in Australia. I asked her to take me to the house of the dead. She took me to a building that seemed like a tavern frequented by dead people. I recognized a girl there as another Australian penfriend of mine, but I couldn't think of her name. She looked at me and said, "Martin". I remembered her first name was "Lucinda".

I don't know anyone named "Lucinda Martin".

I woke up and sat in bed to gather my wits before getting up. My telephone rang. I answered, "Hello". The man on the other end stammered a moment, obviously not recognizing my voice. Then he said, "Is this the Martin residence?" I said, "No, it's not." The man apologized and hung up. Just a few minutes before the telephone call a dead girl in my dream looked at me and said, "Martin". What are the odds?

I related the dream in a letter to my penfriend the same day that I had the dream. A few days after I mailed my letter, my penfriend's dog had a stroke. The dog died two days before my penfriend received my letter. My penfriend was devastated. The dog's name was "Sindha", pronounced just like "Cinda" in the name "Lucinda". In my dream my penfriend had taken me to the house of the dead where I met a girl named "Lucinda". When my penfriend read my dream in the letter she instantly connected the Lucinda in the house of the dead with her dog Sindha, and cried over my letter for her dog.


Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney

Amazing Coincidence

May 19, 1996

In the late eighties (1988 I think) I created a bookselling business without telling my friends or family. I opened a business bank account, got checks, bought a business license, and rented a post office box. The name of the business was "The American Dream".

Around 1993 my brother's wife began working for a company part time from her home. In 1996 I discovered the name of the company she worked for was "American Dream".


Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney

Suppressed Reaction to Threat, False Awakening?

Friday Morning, May 29, 1992

I am still reading Dimensions by Jacques Vallee.

I awoke due to a bright light shining into the bedroom. I was lying on my back. I could see the light through my closed eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw a brilliant white light shining on me from the hallway. I knew there was no light that bright anywhere in the house. I glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 2:14 AM. I realized the aliens had come for me. Then I rolled over facing away from the light and instantly went back to sleep.

I record this event because of my inexplicable reaction to it. I believed that I was awake and that there was a bright light shining onto me from the hallway, but what did I do? I casually realized the aliens had come for me, looked at the clock, rolled over, and instantly went back to sleep. I could understand that reaction if I awoke and knew I'd been dreaming, but I thought I was awake and I thought the light was real. Plus, I'm a light sleeper and generally have trouble going back to sleep after awakening during the night. I don't believe I was visited by aliens, but I do believe it was an unusual nighttime event worth recording.



Tuesday or Wednesday, May 26 or 27, 1992

I am recording this several days late because in retrospect it might be related to the above event. At the time I didn't record it, although I did think it was unusual enough to mention to a coworker the following day.

Sometime during the night I got out of bed, walked downstairs, turned a light on, looked around, turned the light off, and went back to bed. I don't know why I did it. I've lived here for nine years and I've only gone downstairs once after going to bed. (Once I had wired my TV sound through my stereo speakers. In the middle of the night when my VCR came on to tape a movie the TV sound passed through and came out of my speakers.)


Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney