[salomal-qask]

They seem to happen in waves. I sometimes see patterns of numbers and events that just defy the odds. I like to watch them and look for bigger patterns that they might fit into. If you are a plain nuts & bolts, facts and nothing but the facts type of person, then this thread is probably not for you. I happen to believe that we are more than just flesh & blood evolved biomass. Having the ability to think and remember and consider the future makes us different. This alone is sufficient evidence to consider a spirit or supernatural world.

Even if you are a strict scientist- and I never have met one yet, you have to admit that the interactions of matter and quantum investigations have yielded some unexpected, heretofore impossible new facts.

Anyway- list odd things you encountered... odd number combinations or swarms of them. Odd meetings with people. Odd events.

I think the days are getting weirder by the minute.


Here is a story from a few years back.... starts in 1998. I was visiting a customer in Long Island. Parked my car in their lot- early afternoon. Went in to visit and came back out for some supplies when I saw that my car had been broken into and everything taken- laptop & luggage. Also my car was damaged where they used a screw driver to jam the lock open. I had no back-up for the computer data with hundreds of hours in it. I was pretty bothered by this. The company I worked for had recently changed hands and the bosses were tyrants. Not a good day. BTW- the cops were absolutely worthless. At that point if I could have gotten a hold of the thieves, I think I would have actually killed them.

About 3 years later I was traveling through Dulles airport in Washington DC and waiting for a connecting flight, when a little old black woman walked in front of me pushing a cart loaded with bags. On top I could see MY bag- the one that was stolen in Long Island 3 years earlier. At least, I thought it was mine. It was the same color pattern & size. It had a big X of a stain matching where I put duct tape on the bag so I could easily identify it when traveling in airports. One more thing needed to confirm MY bag. I knew that 2 of the feet were missing from the bottom.

So I went over to the woman and asked to see the bottom of the bag. Sure enough- that was it. I asked her where she got it. "At a Gettysburg flea market". She even described the little matching toilet kit that was in there. Unfortunately, I had in there a pair of gold-plated tweezers that I personally plated in a chemistry lab at West Point.... gone.

I found a strange relief in talking with her as if I had come full circle and could let go of my loss. What are the odds of seeing your own stolen luggage a few hundred miles away on such a circuitous route? I don't believe I have ever been back to that airport either.