I took about a year of my rare free time, while still practicing medicine, and did some research on various topics for my new novel. I figured if a former Special Ops doctor told me to do this before beginning my book, maybe it was worth the time. He knew that I knew close to nothing about his field. Not only that, he was dangerous and he probably knows where I live. Now I can’t tell you details about the three major subjects I reviewed in order to make the novel plausible and realistic, but I will say that one of them has something to do with the astral plane, or as some would say, psychic powers.

I read multiple accounts of people who had undergone Near Death Experiences, and it seems that some of them lived on to have certain psychic abilities that they never previously possessed.  Who knows?  It’s a difficult subject to believe or prove, but then, I had a Near Death Experience myself, seven years ago.  I am a little different since then, I guess, but then many people thought I was quite different to begin with, but what do they know?

So, I read a book written by Swami Panchadasi, an Indian Swami, written in 1916.  Fascinating stuff, and well, it makes your mind swirl with wonder but at the same time, skepticism tries to drown your squiggly neurons.  In fact, it made my mind wander so much that I decided to practice some of his techniques. It has something to do with “astral thought transference” and a form of practice telepathy with vibrations, directed at someone else, so that person feels the vibrations and the thoughts you transfer.  Or something like that, I guess.  What could it hurt?

So, I got on a bus.

It was a bus leaving O’Hare airport, during the Chinese virus pandemic and everyone was wearing masks and distanced so that there were two rows between each passenger, and the bus that could previously hold 40 passengers or so, now was maximized at ten. Thankfully, I was seated directly behind a heavenly creature with luxurious flowing blonde hair, bouncing up and down as the bus stopped and started, and her perfume was subtle, and it clearly enjoyed being on her, but it traversed playfully in and out of my hungry lungs like a tropical breeze on a sunny island. And she was wearing a scarf gently around her soft neck.  But I never saw her face because of the mask, but those eyes defined the word azure.  I know this because I looked up the word azure while sitting on the bus, and sure enough, that was it.

I wanted to meet with her, talk to her, and maybe have a cup of coffee while we looked out at the boats on lake Michigan.  But how could you meet someone like this when you are both masked and distanced, and afraid of the nasty “Rona” virus?

So I did it. The swami said to be successful, you must first show a strong desire or will.  After this, you form a clear mental picture of what you want to happen, and then finally, concentrate your thought completely.  I stared at the back of her wonderful head and with desire, I sent the mental picture with my thoughts, telling her to turn around and briefly look at me. I did this as he taught, with powerful, but gentle concentration.

Sure enough, she briefly turned around, and glanced at me quickly.  Must’ve been a coincidence, I thought.  Maybe a buzzing fly was bothering her.  So, I had to try it again, to see if it was a coincidence. This time I formed the mental picture of her taking off her scarf, putting it in her bag to her left, then turn around and look at me again. I concentrated intently and sent the mental picture.

Sure enough, to my amazement, she took off her scarf, put it in her bag and this time, she laid her Azure blues right on me, and as the Swami taught, I did not betray any evidence that I knew what was going on, stared straight ahead, and smiled underneath my mask. This did not seem like a coincidence.  My heart was thumping now, and I had to grab some deep breaths to calm down and stay controlled, because I realized that something amazing was happening.  I really needed some coffee though — I actually imagined I smelled the aroma of the coffee above the bus exhaust and I wondered if she would get off at my stop and maybe join me for some. But my stop was coming, and I knew my silly practice with thought transference was over now, and time to get to back to real life and leave this innocent woman alone.

So, the bus stopped, I grabbed my overnight bag and walked down the aisle, then, she suddenly got up in front of me and walked out ahead. After she stepped down from the bus, she waited for me to get off, a few feet away and said, “Hi my name is Julie.  I would love to have some coffee.  I know a shop a block away.  I would love you to join me. “

Thanks Swami.

© SRCarson 2020