April 12, 2005 Tuesday
On Tuesday, for no apparent reason, I found myself thinking about the older brother of a good friend of mine from the 1970s. I had not thought about the older brother in many years. I wondered what became of him. I barely knew him, and I'm sure I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him.
The next day, on Wednesday morning, I received an unexpected email from an old friend who lives in Texas. He said he had meant to mention that he had found our mutual friend's older brother on the Internet, but he had forgotten to tell me. He went on to relate the guy's current position, education, languages, etc.
It appears that my Texas friend researched the older brother, meant to tell me about it, and forgot to tell me about it, which prompted telepathic communication.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Waking Telepathy
June 28, 2003 Saturday night
I was visiting my family in North Carolina where we were celebrating both my mother's and older brother's birthdays at the same gathering. I was concerned about how my brother would react to one of my gifts to him, our Great Uncle Len's World War I bugle. My brother is the keeper of the family's genealogy records. I was afraid he would resent the gift, thinking he should have had possession of the bugle all along. I had wrapped the bugle in a large box.
The gifts were separated into two piles, one pile for my mother and one pile for my brother. One of my gifts to my mother was wrapped in a shoe box. As my mother began removing the wrapping, my brother blurted out, "It's a bugle!" The box was much too small to hold a bugle. My brother had no idea why he had blurted out that it was a bugle. He was astounded when he opened my gift to him, saw the bugle, and remembered what he had said a few minutes earlier.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
I was visiting my family in North Carolina where we were celebrating both my mother's and older brother's birthdays at the same gathering. I was concerned about how my brother would react to one of my gifts to him, our Great Uncle Len's World War I bugle. My brother is the keeper of the family's genealogy records. I was afraid he would resent the gift, thinking he should have had possession of the bugle all along. I had wrapped the bugle in a large box.
The gifts were separated into two piles, one pile for my mother and one pile for my brother. One of my gifts to my mother was wrapped in a shoe box. As my mother began removing the wrapping, my brother blurted out, "It's a bugle!" The box was much too small to hold a bugle. My brother had no idea why he had blurted out that it was a bugle. He was astounded when he opened my gift to him, saw the bugle, and remembered what he had said a few minutes earlier.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
Friday, May 29, 2009
Father-Son Telepathy
Tuesday February 6, 1996
For Christmas 1995 I had given my father a gift certificate for a massage. The gift certificate would expire at the end of February. On February 6 I wrote an email to my parents. In the email I told my father to be sure and use the gift certificate before the end of February. When I dialed up my Internet provider to send the message, I received an email from my father telling me he had gotten the massage that morning.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
For Christmas 1995 I had given my father a gift certificate for a massage. The gift certificate would expire at the end of February. On February 6 I wrote an email to my parents. In the email I told my father to be sure and use the gift certificate before the end of February. When I dialed up my Internet provider to send the message, I received an email from my father telling me he had gotten the massage that morning.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Telepathy During Conversation
Saturday August 19, 1995
After hiking together on Saturday, a friend and I ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant. We each opened our fortune cookies and read our positive fortunes aloud. Then we had the following interchange.
Friend: I wonder if they ever give bad fortunes?
Me: You mean like, "You will die?"
Friend: "Your spouse is having an affair."
Me: "A girl named Jennifer will change your life tomorrow."
Friend: What made you say that?
Me: I don't know. It didn't even fit, did it?
My friend had a blind date with a girl named "Jennifer" planned for the next day. He had not mentioned the girl or the date to me. He was apprehensive about it because he had answered an ad in the newspaper's personals column and he didn't know what to expect. Both the name and day in my spontaneous statement were correct.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
After hiking together on Saturday, a friend and I ate dinner at a Chinese restaurant. We each opened our fortune cookies and read our positive fortunes aloud. Then we had the following interchange.
Friend: I wonder if they ever give bad fortunes?
Me: You mean like, "You will die?"
Friend: "Your spouse is having an affair."
Me: "A girl named Jennifer will change your life tomorrow."
Friend: What made you say that?
Me: I don't know. It didn't even fit, did it?
My friend had a blind date with a girl named "Jennifer" planned for the next day. He had not mentioned the girl or the date to me. He was apprehensive about it because he had answered an ad in the newspaper's personals column and he didn't know what to expect. Both the name and day in my spontaneous statement were correct.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Impressive Telepathy
Tuesday, February 16, 1993
In June, July, or August of 1973 I attended a big party at a farm near Davidson, North Carolina. I got very drunk. The next day I discovered my 1973 high school graduation ring was not on my finger. I tried to mentally review my actions of the previous night in hopes of figuring out when I had lost the ring. I deduced that the ring must have slipped off in the cooler as I fished in the ice water for a beer. I drove out to the farm and searched the weeds where the cooler's water had been dumped after the party. I did not find the ring. The farmhouse burned down in 1974. In 1981 I moved to South Carolina, where I still live.
On February 5, 1993 (almost twenty years after losing my ring at the party), I bought a metal detector. For more than a week I obsessively thought about the places I would search and the things I would find. I thought a lot about searching for my high school ring. I knew the farm had been sold and a new house had been built on the property. I thought about the unknown people who lived there and how I would ask them to let me search for my ring.
On February 16, 1993, I got a telephone call from a man who said he had my high school ring to return to me. He had bought the farm in 1987 and built a house there. He had found the ring while pulling weeds about a year ago. The ring has my initials and the name of the school on it. The man had gotten the appropriate yearbook and looked through it to see who had the initials "JDM". He had found one of my classmates with the same initials, found a telephone number for the guy, and called him, but that guy had his ring. Somehow the man with my ring had overlooked me in the yearbook. He gave up his search and put the ring in a box where it stayed until about a week earlier when his wife told him they needed to try to find the ring's owner again. The same week his wife decided they needed to try again was the week I was obsessively thinking about metal detecting and finding my ring. They got a yearbook and looked through it. This time they spotted me, called my brother who still lived in the area, and got my telephone number from him. They mailed the ring to me.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
In June, July, or August of 1973 I attended a big party at a farm near Davidson, North Carolina. I got very drunk. The next day I discovered my 1973 high school graduation ring was not on my finger. I tried to mentally review my actions of the previous night in hopes of figuring out when I had lost the ring. I deduced that the ring must have slipped off in the cooler as I fished in the ice water for a beer. I drove out to the farm and searched the weeds where the cooler's water had been dumped after the party. I did not find the ring. The farmhouse burned down in 1974. In 1981 I moved to South Carolina, where I still live.
On February 5, 1993 (almost twenty years after losing my ring at the party), I bought a metal detector. For more than a week I obsessively thought about the places I would search and the things I would find. I thought a lot about searching for my high school ring. I knew the farm had been sold and a new house had been built on the property. I thought about the unknown people who lived there and how I would ask them to let me search for my ring.
On February 16, 1993, I got a telephone call from a man who said he had my high school ring to return to me. He had bought the farm in 1987 and built a house there. He had found the ring while pulling weeds about a year ago. The ring has my initials and the name of the school on it. The man had gotten the appropriate yearbook and looked through it to see who had the initials "JDM". He had found one of my classmates with the same initials, found a telephone number for the guy, and called him, but that guy had his ring. Somehow the man with my ring had overlooked me in the yearbook. He gave up his search and put the ring in a box where it stayed until about a week earlier when his wife told him they needed to try to find the ring's owner again. The same week his wife decided they needed to try again was the week I was obsessively thinking about metal detecting and finding my ring. They got a yearbook and looked through it. This time they spotted me, called my brother who still lived in the area, and got my telephone number from him. They mailed the ring to me.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Coincidence Implying Telepathy
Tuesday, December 3, 1991
Wednesday at lunch my best friend and I discovered a coincidence that seemed to indicate subconscious telepathic communication. The previous night we had each gone to the Radio Shack at the Anderson Mall and bought a computer-clock battery.
The coincidence was mind-boggling for several reasons.
1. Neither of us had said anything to each other about the mall, Radio Shack, or wanting a new computer battery.
2. Computer clock batteries were available at several computer-oriented stores, department stores, and even at a more convenient Radio Shack we both drove past every day going to and from work.
3. Computer batteries do not need to be replaced often. My first computer battery lasted three and a half years.
What are the odds of each of us going to the same store on the same night to buy something only needed once every few years, without mentioning it to each other beforehand?
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
Wednesday at lunch my best friend and I discovered a coincidence that seemed to indicate subconscious telepathic communication. The previous night we had each gone to the Radio Shack at the Anderson Mall and bought a computer-clock battery.
The coincidence was mind-boggling for several reasons.
1. Neither of us had said anything to each other about the mall, Radio Shack, or wanting a new computer battery.
2. Computer clock batteries were available at several computer-oriented stores, department stores, and even at a more convenient Radio Shack we both drove past every day going to and from work.
3. Computer batteries do not need to be replaced often. My first computer battery lasted three and a half years.
What are the odds of each of us going to the same store on the same night to buy something only needed once every few years, without mentioning it to each other beforehand?
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Waking & Dream Telepathy
Monday November 23, 1987
Sunday afternoon I almost called my friend to see if he felt like hiking the Table Rock Trail in the Table Rock State Park. However, it was too late so I didn't call him. Instead I filed a pile of newspaper articles that had been accumulating for two years. I came across an article about the discovery of a "killer" bee colony in a California oil field. I knew it would interest my friend so I decided to make a copy for him. The next item in the pile was a photocopy of the same article and I realized I had already given my friend a copy.
Unknown to me my friend had driven to Table Rock State Park Sunday afternoon and hiked the Carrick Creek Trail. That night he dreamt that a colony of killer bees had been discovered on our company's property and he had been assigned the task of getting rid of it. Our manufacturing company's raw material is oil.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
Sunday afternoon I almost called my friend to see if he felt like hiking the Table Rock Trail in the Table Rock State Park. However, it was too late so I didn't call him. Instead I filed a pile of newspaper articles that had been accumulating for two years. I came across an article about the discovery of a "killer" bee colony in a California oil field. I knew it would interest my friend so I decided to make a copy for him. The next item in the pile was a photocopy of the same article and I realized I had already given my friend a copy.
Unknown to me my friend had driven to Table Rock State Park Sunday afternoon and hiked the Carrick Creek Trail. That night he dreamt that a colony of killer bees had been discovered on our company's property and he had been assigned the task of getting rid of it. Our manufacturing company's raw material is oil.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
Monday, August 06, 2007
Telepathy
Monday November 18, 1985
I dreamt of watching a car crash into a telephone pole. The car was in the air and hit the pole a few feet off the ground. A section of the pole was broken out by the car, but the rest of the pole remained upright hanging by the wires. That morning at work I mentioned to a good friend that I'd had a vivid dream that morning I wanted to tell him about later.
During a slow period at work that morning my friend sat in his cubicle daydreaming. He held a pencil upright on his desk and pretended it was a telephone pole. Then he started throwing an eraser at it pretending the eraser was a car. He wondered about the fact that we have lined our streets and highways with telephone poles that are so dangerous to motorists. He thought about the possibility of designing poles that would easily break away at the bottom when struck by automobiles.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
I dreamt of watching a car crash into a telephone pole. The car was in the air and hit the pole a few feet off the ground. A section of the pole was broken out by the car, but the rest of the pole remained upright hanging by the wires. That morning at work I mentioned to a good friend that I'd had a vivid dream that morning I wanted to tell him about later.
During a slow period at work that morning my friend sat in his cubicle daydreaming. He held a pencil upright on his desk and pretended it was a telephone pole. Then he started throwing an eraser at it pretending the eraser was a car. He wondered about the fact that we have lined our streets and highways with telephone poles that are so dangerous to motorists. He thought about the possibility of designing poles that would easily break away at the bottom when struck by automobiles.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Psychometry & Telepathy
Saturday May 4, 1985
I visited a friend and tried to perform several psychometric readings. Some of my impressions were weak and apparently inaccurate. Here's a record of the successful readings.
My friend handed me an Oriental wooden box.
I saw a small table, smaller than a card table and larger than a TV table. I saw human teeth and handcrafted German wall clocks.
My friend said he had bought the box in the early seventies in a shop at Disney World's Magic Kingdom. He remembered the shop had German clocks hanging on the walls. As he was leaving the shop he embarrassed himself by tripping over a wooden table that was the size I described. The box was a puzzle box and my friend did not remember how to open it. Nor did he know what was in it. He experimented with the box and finally got it open. To our surprise all it contained was several human teeth.
My friend handed me a carved, varnished, wooden frog -- like you might see in a shop selling African handicrafts.
I saw a Frisbee and a woofle ball, and tried to stop since I had expected to see art objects. My friend made me continue. I saw jelly beans, Mexican jumping beans, jacks, and several board games.
My friend said the frog was his longest-owned possession. He said it was given to him when he was a pre-schooler and he had kept it with the toys in his toy chest throughout his childhood.
Twice while my friend was in another room looking for suitable objects, I had strong impressions and called to him. Once I yelled that I saw a writing pen and he yelled back that one was in his hand. A short time later I yelled, "Are you thinking about your rabbit's foot?", and he was! I did not even know he owned a rabbit's foot.
My friend handed me an unused musket bullet.
I saw an aquarium with no water in it, skulls, seashells, coral, green plastic plants, aquarium rocks, a wooden porch, an electric chandelier, sloppy shelves, and a snake skin.
My friend was amazed. He said at one of his former houses there was a small wooden back porch with untidy shelves. There was a terrarium containing gerbils and the musket bullet. On the shelves were rocks, seashells, coral, plastic plants, animal skulls, and a snake skin. The porch was off the dining room which had an electric chandelier.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
I visited a friend and tried to perform several psychometric readings. Some of my impressions were weak and apparently inaccurate. Here's a record of the successful readings.
My friend handed me an Oriental wooden box.
I saw a small table, smaller than a card table and larger than a TV table. I saw human teeth and handcrafted German wall clocks.
My friend said he had bought the box in the early seventies in a shop at Disney World's Magic Kingdom. He remembered the shop had German clocks hanging on the walls. As he was leaving the shop he embarrassed himself by tripping over a wooden table that was the size I described. The box was a puzzle box and my friend did not remember how to open it. Nor did he know what was in it. He experimented with the box and finally got it open. To our surprise all it contained was several human teeth.
My friend handed me a carved, varnished, wooden frog -- like you might see in a shop selling African handicrafts.
I saw a Frisbee and a woofle ball, and tried to stop since I had expected to see art objects. My friend made me continue. I saw jelly beans, Mexican jumping beans, jacks, and several board games.
My friend said the frog was his longest-owned possession. He said it was given to him when he was a pre-schooler and he had kept it with the toys in his toy chest throughout his childhood.
Twice while my friend was in another room looking for suitable objects, I had strong impressions and called to him. Once I yelled that I saw a writing pen and he yelled back that one was in his hand. A short time later I yelled, "Are you thinking about your rabbit's foot?", and he was! I did not even know he owned a rabbit's foot.
My friend handed me an unused musket bullet.
I saw an aquarium with no water in it, skulls, seashells, coral, green plastic plants, aquarium rocks, a wooden porch, an electric chandelier, sloppy shelves, and a snake skin.
My friend was amazed. He said at one of his former houses there was a small wooden back porch with untidy shelves. There was a terrarium containing gerbils and the musket bullet. On the shelves were rocks, seashells, coral, plastic plants, animal skulls, and a snake skin. The porch was off the dining room which had an electric chandelier.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
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