|  |     I've written this in this notesfile before, but because I'd like to 
    see this particular not continue, I'd like to share it again.
    
    When I was a teenager I worked at a family owned business.  For some
    reason I've had many interesting experiences involving the owners of
    this business.  Throughout the 2 yrs I worked for them there were many
    times when I'd be thinking of something to ask him or her (mostly him)
    and before I would say anything he would start talking about exactly
    the same thing I was just thinking about.  It happened so many times it
    began to become commonplace.  I wonder if I was reading his mind or he
    was reading mine.  Several years had passed and one afternoon my
    husband and I were visiting a friend's open house.  We drove in the
    driveway and proceeded to get off our motorcycle.  A car pulled up, one
    which I didn't recognize.  A feeling came over me that I was going to
    know someone in that car.  The windows were tinted so I couldn't see
    inside the car.  We had been in the house for awhile and as we headed 
    for one of the rooms they were coming out of the room.  I was surprised 
    to see them there and asked them if they were the ones in the car that 
    pulled up near us as we were getting off our motorcycle.  Sure enough 
    they were.  About 4 yrs ago my dad had passed away.  Because these 2 
    people knew my family I had wondered if they would come to the funeral 
    home or funeral.  A few days after the funeral I had gone to a local 
    store.  When I entered the store in I had this overwhelming feeling 
    that I was going to see them there.  As I headed for the checkout counter 
    several minutes later there they were standing in line.  I told them I
    knew they were going to be there.  They were surprised at that comment
    but proceeded to give their condolences about my dad and said they just
    learned about his death the day before.  Ever since that day 4 yrs ago 
    nothing else has happened involving them.
    
    Donna 
    
     
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|  |     In high school I had a group of friends.  Some years later I heard that
    one of them had been killed in an accident while swimming.  More years
    passed.  I was working in New York City.  I wondered about the dead
    friend, "How is she?"  An odd thought for me.
    
    Several days later I was crossing Herald Square.  This is one of the
    largest intersections in New York, where thousands of people may walk
    at any time.  In the middle, I suddenly ran into the friend's older
    brother, whom I hadn't seen since school, about 10 years.  We went to a
    cafe to sit and I told him my odd thought about his sister.
    
    What followed was really amazing and convinced me that the psychic
    really exists.  He said that his mother had taken up meditation and
    that she recently had a "visitation" from her daughter who said "Mom,
    don't worry about me.  I'm fine where I am."
    
    What are the odds that I would receive this message third hand,
    resolving my concern, by seeing her brother in the middle of Herald
    Square?  (strictly a rhetorical question, of course)
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|  |     This may be a coincidence or really Dejavu, but yesterday evening we
    were working on buying the balance of presents for the Christmas
    Holiday and hit four stores, we almost decided that three stores were
    enough to shop, but being in the same plaza we decided to go into
    Child World Toy Store. There were quite a few people in the store, but
    not the mad rush, which there will be in a few weeks. As we were going
    down one aisle, commenting on what we should buy, playing with the
    kids guns that make sounds, we talked to a woman in the aisle about
    the holiday and what to buy for her kids. Being a magician and finding
    she had children which I could entertain, I handed her one of my
    brochures, and she commented that her Grandfather used to be a 
    magician and that he had recently died. Now the only person that I
    knew from my club who was in a nursing home had recently died,
    according to my last club notice I received only this week.
     Well it turns out that this is his grandaughter and it was strange
    that of all the people that I could have given a brochure to it
    was this person whose Grandfather I used to spend Saturday afternoons
    with learning the Magic tricks & presentations. 
      We had a nice little talk about things past and what a coincidence
    it was to pick her out of a crowd of people.
    
    Any comments!!!
    
    
    Magically!!!
    Paul
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