See Premonitions And Extra-sensory Knowledge Part I.
The final example of my experiences combines the knowledge of what someone is going to say with what they are going to do AND secret things they’ve done that others wouldn’t know. It is so incredible that you might not believe it. I still have a hard time believing it myself except that as a man of science, I cannot deny the evidence even if I have no way of explaining it. Real knowledge about the future came to me from outside of me in exacting detail that puts psychics to shame. I’ve only told two or three people of this event. The anonymity of the internet provides an opportunity to be more open about the embarrassing situation.
My first car was cheap. It burned oil and overheated. Due to lack of trust in my own transportation, whenever I drove on long trips to visit my family, I would pull into rest stops and let it cool down. At one rest stop, I pulled in, inclined my seat, and prepared for a peaceful and uneventful half hour. As I scanned over the dozen or two people going about their business, my sight fell on a man in the far distance. He was an average adult male. Nothing at all should or would have marked him out from anyone else. But the instant my eyes fell on him, a bizarre and irrational bundle of thoughts flooded my mind in intimate and exacting detail. The man was a sexual predator. He liked to watch people and masturbate. And at this very moment, he was trying to do so. Never in my life had I ever looked at someone—whether a complete stranger or not—and had any such thoughts. Why on earth would I think such a thing? What possible reason was there to justify it? It was ridiculous. I shifted my position on the seat, turned on the radio, closed my eyes, and tried to forget it all.
After five or ten songs, I turned off the radio, opened my eyes, and looked about. The man was gone. And yet a thought in my head said he was still there–back behind a certain structured and shadowed area where he was trying to masturbate. It was too dark, far away, and protected by various structures for me to see much of anything, but the thought in my head said he was there. It then came to me that because the man was failing to get off on whatever subject he’d chosen, he was going to walk right up to my car and ask me if I would masturbate for him.
I brushed these fanatical thoughts away, turned the radio back on, and let time flow over me. About fifteen minutes passed before I noticed the man walking from the area where I thought he had hidden himself in a direction toward where my car and others were parked. I watched him out of the corner of my eye while pretending to have no notice of anything or anybody at the rest stop. When he was close, he beelined toward my car. I fiddled with the radio thinking that if I pretended not to notice him, he wouldn’t take notice of me and just continue on his way. Unfortunately, he stopped right outside my door, leaned down, and knocked on the glass.
Maybe it was all just coincidence. I had no reason to think he was doing or would do any such things as I had. Perhaps all he wanted was to ask for a smoke. I cracked my window and tried to be civil. I said hello and asked how I could help him. He looked around nervously and began to recount a short story about something or other he was looking for. He stumbled over his words and stuttered a bit. After a few moments, he must’ve realized I didn’t understand what he was trying to say. He then took a breath and said, You are very pretty.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to believe. All I managed to get out was, Thank you.
He then asked me whether I masturbated. How was I supposed to respond to something like that? I thought, well, if everything I thought is true, I could try to subvert his impulses with a check to his conscience. I told him that I believed there was a God and therefore there were morally right and morally wrong things to do and that masturbation was wrong in many situations. He paused, licked his lips, and then asked me if I would masturbate for him. He quickly followed up the request by saying he would pay me $25 or $35. I told him no. He tried to convince me it was okay by saying we could go someplace where no one could see, that he wouldn’t touch me, that he only wanted to watch, and then increased his offer to something like $55 or $65. I said no, rolled up my window, started the engine, and pulled out without looking back. As I drove, I could feel my heart trying to beat through my chest. My body was quivering. For awhile, my mind raced with images of the event. I felt violated, humiliated, angered, and then began wondering if maybe I should have done something to report the man. It wasn’t until long after the event that I was able to marvel at the foreknowledge instead of the circumstances of it.
Addendum: While preparing the rough draft of these posts, I flew off to Chicago for vacation and family reunion. During dinner, out of nowhere and completely without suggestion or influence from me, an aunt on my father’s side raised the subject of having had premonitions. The conversation immediately caught my attention since I had decided to write on the subject of my premonitions two days earlier. I didn’t know that she had these experiences as well. She mentioned my dad’s premonition and jokingly suggested it ran in the family. Laughter faded as I recounted one of my own. Suddenly her suggestion didn’t seem so far-fetched.