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Refill, Purse, Pen

Jim Notto recalled a particularly gripping conversation with his good friend (let's called Bill , not a real name) some 20 or so years ago. During their conversation they entertained the idea that déjà vu may be the brain committing an event to memory before it registers the visual and auditory perception of the event. Bill was known for reporting aloud the sensation of déjà vu rather routinely and dramatically. In fact it was positively annoying at times since it usually signaled a sudden and meaningless change in the topic of conversation as Bill would need to explore and share as many facets of the experience as he could.

Jim had an experience of déjà vu a short time earlier during which he was certain he could recall what was about to happen, and when he told Bill about it he insisted he was sure he could do the same thing. "When I have déjà vu" Bill said, "and something happens, I knew it was going to happen." They arranged to get together over coffee to talk more about it. Having a few days to think things over Jim slowly realized this should be a fairly common experience. If we have a profound feeling of familiarity with an event that is just now occurring, then the same phenomenon should convince us that we knew what would happen next, just a split-second before it really happened.

The night they met up for coffee the restaurant was unusually busy, and they could tell right away that they were short on staff. They were seated quickly enough, and immediately fell into the chosen conversation. At Bill's request Jim recounted his déjà vu experience once more, but added his thoughts about how this could be a common experience. Bill agreed, but Jim could sense the skepticism in his voice.

"Bill" Jim said, "you have déjà vu more often than anyone I know. Do you ever notice it usually happens when your mind is overwhelmed, when you're tired or there is a lot of activity happening around you?" He confirmed this, and they spent the next hour discussing how they might explain the experience.

Jim don't recall if Bill or him hit upon it first, but they both got excited as they began speculating that memory and perception may be controlled by different parts of the brain and that these two things may be registering at abnormal rates in order to create the sensation of déjà vu.

They were so engrossed in conversation that Jim hadn't even realized they had been talking for an hour without anyone taking our order. "Hod on" Bill interrupted. "I'm having déjà vu right now, and I need to use the restroom; but first let me ask you something."

"Sure" Jim said.

"What if someone having déjà vu could remember what comes next long enough before it happened that they could tell someone else? Then it couldn't be just an unsynchronized brain, could it?"

Jim shook his head.

"Tell the waitress that I want coffee." Bill stood up and turned to walk toward the restrooms. "Refill, purse, pen."

"What?" Jim asked.

Bill repeated himself as he walked away. "Refill, purse, pen."

Jim didn't even have time to wonder what Bill meant. As the server approached their table a man called to her for a refill of his coffee. As she turned her head to acknowledge him a woman at the table next to Jim twisted in her chair, knocking her purse to the ground. The server tripped over it, landing into Jim's table.

"Are you all right?" Jim asked.

"Nothing broken" she responded as she righted herself to take Jim's order. Then, holding up an ink stained hand she added "except my pen".

The Pouring Rain

Déjà vu, that feeling like you've been someplace before, or seen something before, well Mmpaints have got that nagging feeling now. It's been pouring rain for 2 days now and it's giving her that déjà vu feeling. Feels like this past spring! Cold and wet, here we come again. Her tomatoes will be wiped out tomorrow night as the weather forecast says 38 for the low. Geez, She is really dreading that. The cold and damp always causes her trouble with her back. Makes her not want to get things done when she hurt all the time. The warm weather is always a welcome thing for her.

She spent most of the day working on a batch of Monterey Jack cheese. It may very well be her last batch with fresh milk for a while, she is not too pleased with that neighbor and is considering not associating with them any more. Their friendship has been one of give and take, mostly her giving and them taking. This last little fumble of them taking a month to pay her son for showing cattle for them and then cheating him out of a substantial amount of money has her a bit miffed. Compound that with the farm equipment of hers, including her tractor that they tore up this summer and all the tools they lost, the straw that's still being stored in her barn loft for them and it just doesn't even out for her. A couple of gallons of fresh cows milk a week just isn't enough for them treating her like they are entitled to take advantage of her. So, she may be working on cheese from store bought milk for a while. She hate the whole idea of it since store bought milk is worthless but she can not continue the way things are right now.

She managed to get 9 bushels of corn picked on Wednesday afternoon before the rain came in. She spent all evening shelling it. She don't have a shelling machine so she have to do it by hand. It's not hard, just time consuming and a little messy. She end up shooting a few kernels on the floor and the puppy had fun dragging the empty cobs around and chewing on them. It kept her busy so she didn't take them from her. Better than having her chew holes in her feed sacks! Now with all this rain, it will be a while before she can pick the rest of her corn out back. The rain will raise the moisture content of it. Oh well, everything can't be easy or she would be bored!

Here's a picture from the cell phone, it's Squeak, the latest house kitten. Squeak is a boy kitten and he's a real dandy. He attacks your fingers when you pet him, he's all for fighting and biting. He growls and purrs all at the same time! What a nut! He doesn't want to get away from you and if you set him away from you, he just comes back. He climbed all over her last night while she was shelling corn, sat on her shoulder for a while, attacked her hair and licked her face. He's a fat little bugger too! Can you tell she like cats?

Not much else going on here with all the rain. All the harvesting is done but the feed corn. She should have the oven fixed by late next week so not even any baking going on. Maybe she'll make a batch of soap...

Deja at The Mahesh Chavda’s All Nation Church Conference

Ever heard someone repeating your words back to you, but you’ve never spoken to them before?

Such is happening to Joe this weekend at the conference he is attending at Mahesh Chavda’s All Nation Church. He was hearing what he has been saying, thinking and even dreaming coming back at him from the mouths of other people.

He even commented to his wife that “they’re stealing my stuff!” To which she adroitly replied, “Oh! So you wrote a book?” (All of the speakers have and she has read them was her point… he think)

He’ll admit that this is good stuff, heady stuff. It’s coming at a great time for him since he is getting on an airplane to head for the desert of northeastern Brazil in a week.

He commented in a Tweet yesterday:

I feel like a race horse ready to run! I’m gonna burst if I can’t proclaim what’s being poured into my heart–Brazil can’t get here too fast

The grammar may not be correct but the sentiment is overpowering.

Deja on High

It was only a few months ago that Shanexsan began smoking regularly. However, he have begun to experience some intense psychiatric awareness.

At certain times when he is high, he begin to start changing perspectives rapidly. He will go from mood to mood, where the atmosphere of the room and his perspective of his surroundings changes. This seems fairly normal to those who smoke, but there is a strange phenomenon that begins to happen that he cannot find a proper explanation for.

What starts to happen is, he begin to recognize these different perspectives and moods; they spark memories of times when he experienced those same perspectives. It is as if they have already happened.

At first, when he started really recognizing this, he thought he was being reminded of dreams that he previously had. However as it continued to happen it became for of a sense of Deja Vous. This seemed fitting because Deja Vous literally means "I have seen this all before." Now he had to try and figure out why all these moods, atmospheres, and perspectives were so relevant in his mind. He no longer felt like he had dreamed these things, but instead that they had happened before. He distinctly felt that he had definitely not dreamed these feelings before .

So, he began to try and figure out why? Where were these things coming from. As he walked through his house at night he had the feeling again, but now as if it had come from a different life than his own. It was extremely familiar, but felt like it had happened in a different home, by a different person, perhaps in a different time. This has happened many times ever since and it keeps getting more intense. Even things that are new to him are seeming familiar in a way.

He have a few ideas on what this could be and he ask for help uncovering this mystery to anyone who can relate or thinks they understand.

His first explanation is that he did in fact dream these feelings. This is possible since everyone dreams every time we sleep. The only problem is when he recognize new things like a new television show, or a new person.

Another is that he is tapping into thoughts of others. He is seeing other people's thoughts and feeling their feelings. Maybe they are nearby or maybe they are far.

Yet another is that he is uncovering what will come. Maybe these are feelings that he will have in the future and he is remembering them. This would mean that we all know our futures, we just need to be reminded of them, or perhaps we need to uncover them in our minds.

Next, this could in fact be memories from another life. A past or future life that he have or will live.

Finally, he come back to dreams. Maybe he is remembering dreams, but when he dream, he is living a parallel life to his own. This answer is the most interesting to him. Maybe when we dream, we actually are not physically in the same place anymore, but in another place all together.

Well, thank you for taking the time to read and he will try to write about other phenomena that occur when he is high. Please respond if you can relate or have any ideas as to what is occurring in his mind.

Deja Gift

A few weeks ago Ashie had a dream , it had she and her mom in it and she was helping her wrap a gift up. Mom told her to be careful because she might tear the side (when the gift was wrapped up).

She woke up and didn't remember the dream.

Friday, she was helping her mom wrap up a gift for her aunt, and when it was all done mom told her to be careful she do not tear it on the side.

It was like deja vu.

What did the dream mean?

She know she is not psychic, but she was just wondering what caused that dream a few weeks ago and why she did not remember it till she had deja vu.

Deja Experience in a Jewelry Store

Scarlethue, a woman live in Southeastern, have deja vu quite often. She had it just yesterday in fact. She dream things before they happen. She know that sounds absolute silly, but it is true, and she have had it happen enough times to think that maybe there is something to it, that it is not just coincidence. But it is never anything important, and the event never happens right after she dream it.

Like yesterday, she was in a jewelry store with her mom, a store she had never been in, when a necklace she was trying on became tangled. As she was unwinding it, she looked up at her mom and the store display, and she knew she had seen it before in a dream. And that is pretty typical of the kind of deja vu she have.

She think maybe it is something to do with time, like she is just floating along a time line here, one canoe in the river, when suddenly her brain jumps ahead to another spot on the river but quickly jumps back when she wake up. Or something like that.

She like the idea of memories and such being tied to our DNA, she think that is possible. There is a lot we do not understand about the way our bodies and our brains work.

Deja Vu in the City of Flamenco

Have you ever arrived in a new place and felt that you’ve been there before? I’ve been to lots of places that I thought were special, that were magical, that had a certain something that set them apart from the more prosaic cities that surrounded them. After all, there’s a reason why places like Paris and Venice are such major tourist destinations.

However, I’m talking about something slightly different – a sense of deja vu, a feeling that you’re at completely at home in what should be a strange city, a feeling that you’ve spent time there before.

I’ve had that feeling – in Seville, the city of gypsies, of flamenco, of so much history that it makes U.S. cities look like mere blips on time’s radar screen. From the second I stepped off the train, I felt completely at ease. First of all, I never once got lost in the winding maze of the medieval Old Town, even after enjoying a pitcher of sangria or tinto de verrano.

Secondly, I managed to find all sorts of hidden treasures during my wanderings, like little hole-in-the-wall cafes where guitarists still play traditional Andalucian music (and don’t give a damn about catering to tourists) small weekly markets where farmers still come in from the countryside to sell their delicious tomatoes, olives, oranges, and jamon, and little shops that sell colorful fabrics and outrageous trims meant for flamenco costumes. Of course, I’m always trying to seek out places off the beaten path, but I was particularly successful in Seville.

Everything I did wasn’t cultural in the traditional sense, however; I had a hell of a time a Real Betis game with some newly made Sevillano friends. The Spanish have the Americans beat at one thing – they really know how to celebrate when their team wins (or maybe it’s just been so long since Notre Dame won a really big game I’ve forgotten how it feels)

Granted, none of these things add up to a particularly unique experience on the surface, but it’s difficult to explain the deja vu – it’s the kind of thing that when you feel it, you just know. Perhaps I’m a little bit crazy, or maybe I lived in Seville in a past life – it would certainly explain my predeliction for oversize earrings, intricate embroideries, and dramatic ensembles fit for a modern day urban gypsy.

A Kind of Vu ja de

I bolted upright for a coughing jag that produced little but wakefulness. Reaching for inhalers, I heard myself wheeze. Never a bad time for petting, my cat jumped into bed, hopeful. I coughed again and listened to air rumble through mucus-plugged passages long after I stopped exhaling.

My bronchial tree literally dripped and oozed in excretia that suffocated, like Spanish moss on deep swamp cypress. I inhaled deeply and coughed forcefully. The wet rattle should have produced gobs of goop. I sound like one of my patients.

“Cough,” I encouraged them, “Harder! Cough that stuff up!”  It sounds like such an easy fix, moving mucus from bronchioles to bronchus where it can be hawked up and out. I had no such luck; try though I might. In that moment, I saw my end.

Ever experience déjà vu; that compelling sense of: I’ve been here before? This was vu jà-dé, the antithesis of déjà vu and presentiment of: this is where I’m going.  In the stillness, solitude and silence of the predawn, within the dim dome of a single bulb, I suddenly saw myself: a tiny old woman, ribs protruding, racked by cough. Death by pneumonia; the most common death for seniors. And why not?

“If you can’t sleep because you can’t breathe," I advised, "Or if you are afraid to sleep because you’re afraid you won’t breathe, you need to come in.”  Well versed in sleeping upright during periods of respiratory distress, I knew the subjective difficulty in deciding when to seek medical attention. I attempted to give my patients an objective measure, a line drawn in the sands of seeking help.

After two consecutive days of listening to my barking cough and raspy voice, Dr. Forrester slapped down his pen to ask pointedly, “Have you seen a pulmonologist?”  “Five today,” I croaked, grinning.  “Would you PLEASE seek medical attention outside your own cranium?” he pleaded. His fatherly advice was welcome and wise.

“This is always the dilemma,” I spoke in a halting, hoarse whisper, “When to start steroids? My peak-flow-meter is up 30-points so I think I’m getting better.” “Wait a minute. Didn’t you just say you slept upright last night, for the first time?” he asked. I nodded silently, resting my vocal chords. “You’re not getting better, you’re getting worse. Start your steroids.”

I never think clearly when asthma flares. My excellent deductive and diagnostic abilities are inversely proportional to mucus production. For this reason Kaiser has a policy contrary to the adage, Physician, heal thyself. Were I my own patient, I would chart: dysphonia, laryngitis in the vernacular.

“I think it’s the propellant in my inhalers,” I said. “This only happens when I’m using my inhalers every three hours.”  My physician friends disagreed, shaking their heads, “No, it’s your asthma.”  “But I never used to get this way!” I protested.  During the last decade my asthma worsened or I am less resistant to its predictable cascade when I entertain a respiratory illness. I say entertain because I am a reliable host for a solid month to a series of sleepless snoozes, the song of sleep deprivation, the dancing bacterial follies, a chorus of antibiotics, and curtain calls to a protracted standing ovation by salvation steroids. That’s entertainment! Emailing one’s doctor daily can purport and support a false sense of wellness. He wasn’t here to hear this… the gurgle so aptly named the death rattle.

Sequential nights of coughing fits interrupted by succumbing sleep had wrung all resistance from me. I fell back to my pillow and closed my eyes. I would wake up in the morning… or I wouldn’t. I would open my eyes to my oak tree appliquéd against the sky… or not. Either was okay and no one would know the difference until I was missing from work. The feeling of apathy, complete and utter apathy was astounding.

I emailed my doc in the morning and requested a visit: This is day 12. I need better meds for cough suppression. I have bilateral subconjunctival hemorrhages from coughing; I look ghastly and feel worse.
Later that morning, he examined my eyes, ringed in vermillion.  “You look pretty rough around the edges,” he shook his head. “How long has your voice been gone?”  “I think today’s the fifth day.” I proffered my theory of dysphonia secondary to inhaler propellants.

“Not your inhalers,” he disagreed, “It’s caused by inflammation of your entire bronchial tree including your larynx.” He stretched my steroidal course an additional week and prescribed narcotic cough meds.  “Maybe you should have someone that you check-in with daily,” my Mother proposed, worried and helpless in her island home two-thousand miles away. I had never been so sick, never mucus-trapped to that degree, it scared me and I said so.

A daily telephone check-in when I’m sick. It’s a sound plan and one I resist, as if it signals the end of an era of independence toward something more… dependent.  I hear the longing you have now for a deeper sense of connectedness and interdependence, a friend wrote.  Nuh-uh! I have an automatic way of being called: I do by myself. It is the conversation of a two-year-old. Life does not go well when she rules.

In the evolution of man and society, women have never survived independently without a man or tribe. That we do now or think we can… is an illusion. We are pack animals by nature and no different from the days of Christ, we still live in tribes.  The two-year-old has grown into a content cave woman. Connectedness and interdependence rise solely in my recognition and disassembly of that which keeps me isolated.

A vu jà-dé presents a jarring opportunity to assess one’s course. I have some years before I am that tiny old woman with protruding ribs, racked by cough, and apathetic to the sunrise. I am 2400 air-miles from my tribe and I am surrounded by kin. I can live alone on the ice flow or join the clan.

Welcome to the human race for the grave, one that perhaps produces something meaningful on its way and in its wake. What we remember with relish in the stillness, solitude and silence of the predawn, within the dim dome of a single bulb, will not be our acquisitions but undoubtedly, those relationships of deeper connectedness and interdependence. The richness of life pre-packaged in meaningful

A Tennis Tournament

In a match that mirrored their first meeting, Moore won his second consecutive Gloucester County Times Tournament singles title with a three-set victory against Malfitano, 2-6, 6-0, 6-2, in a battle of the county’s two premier high school boys tennis players.

Kingsway’s first doubles pair of Steve Mackay and Rick Davis took home the doubles title with a 6-2, 6-2 win over Clearview’s Corey Hardesty and John Klodnicki.

“I think being in that situation (being down a set to Malfitano) before helped,” said Moore, a Williamstown junior. “Experience always helps in those situations. Since I lost that first set I just had to push through it and just stay focused.

“If feels different (this year) defending a title. You get a lot more looks from people (being the defending champ), but you just have to focus on your match.”

It’s the third time in three years Moore defeated Gloucester Catholic’s Malfitano, also a junior, at the Times Tournament, after beating him in the second round and quarterfinals their freshman and sophomore years, respectively.

“Every year I get better and develop as a player, but so does he,” Malfitano said. “It’s good to see us both get better and I look forward to next year.

“I’ve always prided myself on third sets and it didn’t work out today, but I try to really buckle down and play my game in (that third set). I’ve had some good wins and you just learn from the wins and the losses. Look at what you did right and what you did wrong. Improve on what you do right and correct what you do wrong.”

That three-set mindset paid off for Malfitano in his 6-2, 2-6, 6-0 semifinal victory against Kingsway’s Steve Novosel.

“I was trying to get him with my power game, or my relatively powerful game,” Malfitano said with a laugh. “I was trying to put a lot more pace on the ball in the third set and throw him off balance a little bit. I got out to an early lead and was able to keep it going — getting that first game of the third set means a lot.”

Moore advanced past Clearview’s Jack Carpenter in the semifinals Saturday afternoon in straight sets, 6-2, 6-1. Carpenter won the third-place match by forfeit.

For Davis and Mackay, who are now 11-1 on the year, their goal was not to have a repeat performance. After dropping last year’s Times Tournament final, the Kingsway duo marched through this year’s field.

“Last year we didn’t show up at all and there was no excuse for how we played,” said Mackay, a senior. “Everyone told us we had to bring it this year because we were seniors and somehow we did.”

Hardesty and Klodnicki won a wild semifinal over Joe Spagnoletti and Tim Flank of Washington Township, 3-6, 7-6 (9-7), 7-5, which included battling back from a three-point deficit in the second-set tiebreaker and climbing out of a 4-1 third-set hole.

In the semifinals, Mackay and Davis were a point away from perhaps a very different fate. Delsea’s Mason Owens and Steve Nguyen pushed Kingsway to a first-set tiebreak and were up 5-2 before the Dragon duo reeled off seven straight points to win the opening frame, 7-6 (7-5), and ultimately the match.

“It was that one point (to make it 3-5) that got us back in the game,” Davis, also a senior, said. “We saw we could take it and decided not go down a set and go up a set instead and just went from there.

“Momentum is the biggest part of our game. If we go down, we go down, and if we’re up we stay up and momentum carried us through the tournament. We’re very hot and cold and today we were hot.”

Owens and Nguyen captured third place at doubles, defeating Spagnoletti and Flank, 6-0, 6-0, in the consolations.

Kingsway took home the team title with 13 points, while the Pioneers were second (nine) and Washington Township third (eight).

The Wonderful Experience of Deja Vu

Many of dejaer feel happy for their deja experience. Simple Tofu is one among them:

When you are talking to me and I suddenly freeze, don't be alarmed. I am just experiencing a déjà vu. I have this eerie feeling that, I have been through this particular moment before and I know what's coming next. So far my déjà vu experiences have been trigger by speech patterns. Those experiences has been appearing quite frequently within these last 2 months. It's like being connected to another 'me' in the parallel universe of that exact moment. Or, it's being like living the same moment twice, with this vague déjà vu moments to remind of it.

So mysterious yet so exciting. Science still has no finalized explanation on this yet. You can read a whole long passage of it from wiki. Good bedtime story.

By the way, I selected Spock because I always admire the Vulcan race of the Star Trek world. The Vulcans are the best race to understand the functions of mind and emotion control. And of cos the Borg but then you will just get assimilated into a huge cube..

Caught in a loop?

Amy talk about her weird deja experience:

Do you experience feelings of Deja Vu?

I do, and often. Sometimes in a very creepy way. Like I know I have definitely done something or been somewhere before, even though I know for a fact, that I haven't.

Just today, I was sitting at my computer, looking at a conference website, wondering if I should volunteer, and BAM! I remember myself, sitting at the same computer, wondering if I should be a volunteer, but in the remembering of it, my emotions were all different.

I was pretty happy, sitting here contemplating being a volunteer, but in my 'Deja Vu' I was angrily jabbing at the keys.

My husband thinks that when we have feelings that are very similar to feelings that we have had before is what causes feelings of Deja Vu.

I think that we are caught in some kind of space-time continuum. That God's time is not like our time and that time is stretched out like a piece of string, and sometimes the string touches... or wait. That's not a theory, that's a children's book.

Anyway. My point is... Deja Vu is weird. And I'm wondering what you think about it.

Dejavu! Seen It Before

I’m sure most everyone has experienced this phenomenon at one time or another. You know, feeling that you’ve been in a place or met someone before – even though you can’t remember exactly where or when.

The whole notion of Déjà vu is quite captivating, but yet unsettlingly strange. I’ve had that feeling before, but never in Panama and never so strongly as the other day. It happened on my morning walk. I always like going in a different direction each day; exploring new neighborhoods. As I was heading down a never before traveled street, I came upon a house that looked vividly familiar right down to its old Spanish colonial architecture, the shape of its distinctive windows and shutters and its worn earthy terra cotta exterior. I stood motionless starring at the intricately carved front door when suddenly it was opened by a smiling middle-aged woman.

I’m not sure why I stepped forward, but I did. And in doing so, the woman smiled more broadly and asked me how I enjoyed my weekend in Portobello. I was stunned by her question and astonished at her accuracy. How did this perfect stranger know that I had just returned from Portobello the day before? Is she a soothsayer? Or, is this a Déjà vu experience for her?

From my college days, I have always been curious about human instinctive abilities. I learned that Déjà vu is the experience of feeling certain that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. Incidentally, it’s quite common among adults and children alike, with 70% of people reporting to having experienced it at least once. It is also associated with psychic abilities such as clairvoyance and extra-sensory perception.

Now, I certainly don’t proclaim to have any telepathic skills, but I do believe in the most recent scientific findings that déjà vu is the memory of dreams – the sense that what you have dreamed is now a relevant present action that is taking place right here right now. Of course there are those who believe in reincarnation and theorize that déjà vu is caused by fragments of past-life memories being jarred to the surface of the mind by familiar surroundings or people.

Deja Vu Of A Different Kind

I'm your average teenage 16 years old boy turning 17 soon. I've been experiencing several Deja Vu over my life. They usually happen ranging from once or twice a week to ten or over and have been getting more and more frequent. From what I understand, Deja Vu is a feeling that you've seen something or someplace before even though you've only seen it for the very first time.

Just to make things clear, I'm an online writer so yes, I have a wild imagination. And I do actually suffer from a small degree of split personality disorder. I am also born on the cusp of Aquarius and Pieces, two star signs with many contradicting traits. I also always had this thing about being able to 'feel' if a place is bad. It's not one of those tingling spine kind of thing but more along the line of a deep gut feeling which usually comes true. And last but not least, I'm a Scout, meaning I've trekked into many forested area in Singapore which are said to be hiding the dead of WWII.

Now, five years ago when my Deja Vu experience have started to make themselves more noticeable, I merely put the thing off as a mental paranoia thing. Until more recent events which have prompted me to dig deeper into the phenomenon of Deja Vu. Personally, I do NOT think I'm psychic as I have never seen much of the future or experienced many paranormal activities and many of the tests I've done in real life and on this and other sites have listed my ESP abilities as below mediocre.

Two major event in the past two years have caught my attention that this Deja Vu of mine is not the average ones. One of them involves a game called 'Tarzan' where the objective was to swing from a point to another on a rope attached to the ceiling. That is also the day when my friends became openly aware of my Deja Vu experiences.

What happened was this: I was sitting by the wall of an indoor 'hut' with one of my friend (we shall call him L), watching my juniors play a game of 'Tarzan'. Suddenly, I went 'Woah! Deja Vu' which have become sort of a catch phrase for whenever I have a feeling of it.

At first, L did not pay much head to it and just laughed it off until I said, "The next guy's going to fall." And it happened!

One of my juniors whose name I have long forgotten fell off the rope and L took immediate noticed and asked me if I know who was going to fall next and after searching my memory (which felt really weird) I said, "I think M (another one of my friend who was playing with the juniors) is going to SLIP and fall."

Now, the weirdest part comes here. M was nowhere to be seen and the two of us, me and L had no idea where he was. Turns out he was sandwiched between a group of my juniors and he just walked out and offered to demonstrate how to swing. And he slipped, and fell.

Two things from this experience told me that this was no ordinary Deja Vu but was still somewhat like one. One, it was that distinct feeling of having seen the scene before. Two, I predicted the future.

The feeling of it was strange. It was like watching a memory reel being replayed in a quick frame-by-frame mental image which last only about a second. And when I dig through my short term memory, the image was so clear and true like none of the other Deja Vu's I've ever felt before. If nobody believes me on this event, besides L, I have two other friends who overheard my 'prediction'.

From then on, I have had many of these (as I call is) Premonition Deja Vu at random time. Most of these new ones last only for a split second where the thing in the so-called memory reel happens immediately after my Deja Vu feeling. I've never told anyone that I actually saw these things coming as these event happens only a split second later, less than a quarter and it would most likely be thought as naught. Though sometimes, these scenes I see happens weeks later which again, I cannot comfirm this with any of my friends. I'm now quite certain that the scene on-the-spot triggers these Deja Vus even though the event might not happen immediately.

(e.g It's like taking a picture of an empty road. Example, the empty road triggers a reel of a car crash. But the crash could happen weeks or even years later. It's the empty road that triggers the scene.)

But more recently, when I went to my friend's house for the very first time, I saw this pathway that when you walked, you will past by the doors of many concrete terrace-like houses which towers at the side. The pathway leads up a stairs, past more houses then up a winding stairs to the condominium behind. This is a real place mind you and the entire terrace housed areas are designed like this so there are multiple of these pathways. But for some reason, only this specific one gave my that distinct Premonition Deja Vu feel.

In actual fact, I'm not even sure if this Deja Vu is similar to the one that happened during the Tarzan game. But I'm now very afraid that it might actually come true. And I really do hope it doesn't.

In my memory reel, I saw a giant shadow which actually covers the entire scene of the pathway up to the condominium like some looming figure. And after some walking back and forth at the place, I found out this same effect can be achieve by someone standing in front of the ground lamp at the entrance to the pathway.

When I walked into the pathway, the wall beside me triggered another reel. The wall, unlike normal white concrete walls have decorative holes drilled into them though they do not go all the way through. The holes are about the size of a large fist just incase you're wondering. And in the reel, this same wall was splashed with red liquid. And by splash, I mean splattered like the patterns when someone have been slashed. And I saw the red stuff flying and splattering itself on the wall. I said red liquid/stuff because I cannot confirm it is actually blood which I really hope it's not and it is just the wall being repainted.

This is as totally true a story as it can be and it's not something I've been experiencing my whole life like most psychics has. It only started recently, it doesn't happen often and that last reel is currently scaring me.

If anyone have any experiences on this kind of Deja Vu , tell me what you know about it please. And if anyone knows anyway of triggering more reels so I can understand the above mentioned event better, tell me too. I just want to put a final note and that is I am 100% sure (chop, stamp, seal) that these are Deja Vu and not Premonitions. It's just one of those distinct feel about Deja Vu that gives it away.

I saw you in my dreams

To me there is some type of subbliminal mind that people can not keep in touch with. It seems that at night when your dreaming you have the ability to forsee the future and also the ability to think clearly and logically. There's never been a time in my life that I was in a dream and found myself out of control. And every so often I find myself saying," Hey, dejavu. I had a dream about this."

It comes to me in my most trying times in life when I can say dejavu. And it gives me a since of security. I had an acquaintance of mine attempt suicide in front of me. Now at the time I said to myself this crazy heifer doesn't have anything to do with me.

Months earlier I had a dream that I was sitting in a meeting room with her, Deedee, Dalisa, and I. And in the dream we were having a serious convo. I can't get into details, but I remember there being no humor what so ever and I said out loud in the discussion I'm your angel. I woke up in the hospital for them to tell me my daughter Shyla had past away. I was devastated and I questioned God if this was his will. (It had to be) Anyway months went by and it wasn't until I met Tanisha the girl who attempted suicide. I rented a room from her and we were growing a trusting friendship. The next day after her attempt I visited her in the mental ward at the hospital only to find myself in a room exactly like my meeting room in the dream sitting at a table having a serious convo with the said mentioned girls above.

I said, "dejavu I've been here before." And that's when Tanisha said it which was the only flaw of my memory, "You’re my angel, you saved my life, and now your here taking care of my children, while I'm going through this trying time.

And for years even though I had lost Shyla, I gained Sade and Tyannah. And have been like a mother to them up until this day.

My fallen child, that I cherish with all my heart; Rest in Peace.

Isn't the human mind amazing?

I never had dejavu

Today, Gypsy Girl is 18 months! It is hard to imagine 18 months ago we welcomed our little girl into our lives. On New Years Day, she woke up in the middle of the night, and as the clock past the midnight mark, I thought there was no better way to welcome the new year, than to be snuggling my little girl. That moment, although small, makes time fly. Because I think the more we try to slow things down and enjoy the moments, those moments, the faster time goes. Yet, those moments can come back to us, in a blink of an eye, perhaps teaching us in a small way, that time has no meaning.

As we were traveling back from Nauvoo, our car was packed. Mike and my dad had the captain's chairs, my mom and I had the middle bench, and then the three kids were completely squashed on the back row. Luke had the worst seat. He sat at an angle being squished by GG girl's huge carseat. Yet he did not complain. After we dropped my parents off, he came on the bench with me, and we snuggled. It was then that a bit of eternity happened. I remembered the first moment we snuggled together in our little home. The memory of that moment flooded my mind and the feelings of love filled my heart. Time at that moment had no meaning. While I was snuggling my almost 6 year old, it felt the same as when I snuggled my newborn.

The spirit of hobs

“Charity begins at home” —the idiom that you should try to help your family and friends before you help other people — was more literal for Samuel Hobbs. In the 1930s, after the successful businessman’s death, his widow, Lina, donated their summer home at 66 Clifton Ave. in Marblehead, to the community, in memory of her husband.

There was a stipulation, however. The house could only be utilized to benefit the community for “literary, recreational, educational or hospital purposes.”

“I feel like his spirit is still alive,” says Elizabeth O’Shea Sullivan, who meets the “literary and recreational and educational” portion of Hobbs’ criteria with her business Yoga Namaste, which offers yoga classes and philosophical discussions. While Paul Crosby runs the Marblehead Counseling Center in the upstairs area of the Hobbs House, O’Shea Sullivan and Elaine Wintman hold yoga classes in the spacious first-floor, which the two rent as separate businesses. Strictly as a form of donation, on Saturdays, O’Shea Sullivan runs a one-hour Yoga Study Group at 11:30, asking for a $5 donation toward the upkeep of the Hobbs House.

“This yoga group raised over $1,000 to have the Hobbs House repainted and the windows cleaned,” says O’Shea Sullivan.

Aside from the Iyenger-certified instructor’s 30 years of experience (in the ‘80s, she studied with taskmaster, B.K.S. Iyengar in Pune, India for one month), one is instantly drawn to O’Shea Sullivan’s warm and welcoming spirit. Impassioned with helping “seekers” find their spiritual way, she offers yoga teacher training, yoga classes and study groups as a way for like-minded “spiritual explorers” to connect.

O’Shea Sullivan was drawn to yoga before it became a popular practice.

“I was the closet yoga,” she says with a tone of amusement. “I wanted to learn to be a dancer in my early 20s and thought, ‘If I could just become flexible, I could learn the steps in less time.’”

She signed up as one of Patricia Walden’s first yoga students in Cambridge. A classical Iyengar yoga teacher who has studied regularly with Iyengar for over 25 years, Walden is co-author of “The Women’s Book of Yoga and Health” with Linda Sparrowe and has created several Gaiam yoga DVDs, including the bestselling “Yoga for Beginners.”

“I had a serious déjà vu,” says O’Shea Sullivan of her first class. “I didn’t understand what I was doing, yet I felt I’d done it my whole life.”

She never did go back to dancing, and has continued with Walden for 30 years. She has also incorporated hypnotism into her practice, which she incorporates in her yoga classes through positive suggestions. O’Shea Sullivan strongly believes in the power of the subconscious mind and is intrigued by Carl Jung, the Swiss psychologist and an expert in the collective unconscious.

Perhaps it was the lure of her subconscious that led her to the Hobbs House seven years ago. Or maybe it was coincidence in the convenient location within walking distance of her Clifton Avenue home.

Conscious expectations

What you can expect on a Saturday morning is to walk into the Hobbs House and walk out with a better understanding of life’s purpose.

Based on the teachings of living yoga master Iyengar, O’Shea Sullivan begins with yoga postures, keeping each individual’s physical conditions in mind. Props, such as blocks, belts and blankets, are used to correct form, so that no matter what level you are at, you can achieve proper energy flow.

Yoga, says O’Shea Sullivan, calms the deep waves, “so you don’t get so attached with either pain or pleasure.”

Through focused breathing and physical instruction, her class becomes aware of their own physicality, absorbed in the moment.

“Yoga poses one of eight levels,” explains Skip Dowds of Marblehead.

Dowds is one of about a dozen who show for the Saturday morning class (9:30-11 a.m.). He has been a student of O’Shea Sullivan’s for over five years and a yoga student for seven. His son, Jack, was the catalyst for Dowds’ yoga calling, one that has brought him to a place where he is now taking yoga teacher training 14 hours a month, in addition to the Saturday class.

“Jack would invent poses, such as ‘winter pretzel,’” recalls Dowds, who knew his son was emulating his karate moves from the class he took before the two discovered, and ultimately signed up for, yoga. “It was something we could do together, as father and son.”

They began at Prana Health and Yoga Center in Salem, when Jack was only 10 years old. For Jack, yoga wasn’t lasting; and after a summer at camp, he never returned. But his father hasn’t stopped since. A year later, when their instructor, Jessica, moved to New York City, he was referred to O’Shea Sullivan’s classes she held out of her home before relocating to the Hobbs House, a much larger space for the growing classes.

“It’s a good group of people and a nice place to come,” says Dowds.

The power of dialogue

A minute can be a long time if you’re holding a posture. With this in mind, once the yoga exercise portion of the class is over, the class takes a half-hour break before reconvening, in the casual atmosphere, for the study group at 11:30 a.m. Starbucks coffee in hand, the group discusses their latest readings on the 3,000-year-old sutras, the literary study of Sanskrit scriptures. Much of the scripture’s interpretation is debatable. Many times, individuals weave their life experiences into the thread of discussion, enlightening others, as well as bonding the group.

“People read poems that tie in to the group discussion,” says Dowds, who joins the group with at least three books in hand on the subject.

He explains to newcomers that yoga poses occupy one of eight Yamas, or levels. But all Yamas lead to the universal commandment of how you interact with others.

Dowds paraphrases: “You don’t hurt, lie, steal or sexually assault people.”

The next level is Niyama, which is establishing a routine practice of yoga, or self-discipline, followed by Asana, which is developing your physical sense of self (putting your feet behind your ears, for instance), and so on through Prânâyâma, (the tangible self through breathing), Pratyâhâra (willpower), Dhâranâ (concentration), Dhyâna (meditation) and finally, Samâdhi, or profound meditation.

Like Crosby guides others’ mindsets in the center upstairs in the Hobbs House, O’Shea Sullivan guides the mind, body and spirit through physical confidence building, as well as through philosophical conversation; her task is assuring the group doesn’t sway from the topic at hand.

After three hours and many recited “ohms,” what you leave with is a physical and mental strength, physical coordination and flexibility, and clarity. During this particular class, the group left with the notion of presence: You can wallow in the past and worry about the future, but try to focus on being in the present body, and see with a beginner’s eye.

In keeping with the philanthropic spirit of Hobbs, good will lives on through the former summer home in Marblehead.

Deja vu in another body

Deja vu in another body....
All the things I see happen has happened before...
maybe the players are different...
But the gameplay is the same...
I know the strategies behind it...
I see the loopholes...
But the final outcome is still uncertain.
So what am I saying?
Nothing passes me by unnoticed...
As much as it doesn't mean much to anyone...
Yet because I know....
That makes all the difference.
No matter what I do to remove that knowledge...
It is there, inputed into the memories of time...
Would I want to remove it if it was an option?
Sometimes I wished I never knew...
Sometimes I wished I was not me...
Sometimes all I wanted is for it all to rewind again...
But regret is a potent poison...
Not to be allowed to dwell...
For now, to take it one step at a time...
Living in the 'Today' rather than 'Yesteryears'...
Nor in the 'Tomorrows' that are neverending...
To hold my head up high, chest out, shoulders straight...
And with all the love that can be mustered out...
To try the very best to make the most of what there is...
Today is all there is...
There was a zillion things I should've done differently...
A million words I should've said...
But it all is not important anymore...
There is two sides to every coin...
The choise to be the head or the tail is in our hands.
Maybe then living life will make all the difference...
I think its safe to say "I know..."
Cos nothing tells it more than what one calls.....
EXPERIENCE.

White

I've decided that I want to continue with white on this piece but have yet to decide on the background. Often it's the background that causes me to pause and ponder.

As is the current book I'm reading, "Animal Dreams" by Barbara Kingsolver. It's a wonderful story but as I read there are parts that seem so familiar, as though I've read it before, and yet the rest of the story is new to me.

I wonder if I've read this before or if it's a case of deja vu (the feeling that one has had an experience previously, although it's actually new to one - Webster's New World Dictionary)?

I once read that deja vu is actually a type of brain malfunction or maybe not a malfunction exactly but some form of chemical change that takes place in the thinking pattens.

I prefer to think of it as a form of intuition. Much more creative.