Tricky thing. Sometimes I’ll be driving fast on the highway, and I’ll get this idea that there’s a cop up ahead, and I slow down, and there’s the cop. Do I notice that sometimes when I get the premonition, there’s no cop? Dunno. Is there something else going on here, like I’m seeing something in the traffic that subconsciously tells me what is going on? Perhaps.
I’m pretty good at predicting the near future. Mostly that’s because I have a lot of information and a very good model of human behavior. I think it’s good, because it seems like it works pretty well, and I don’t seem to be at a loss as much as other people, but I could be wrong. Maybe it’s also because I can empathize with others, and imagine what they might do.
I’d like to imagine that sometimes I go into a kind of trance, where things are very visible to me, inside my head. When I’m there, I can see things in the future. However, as much as this seems familiar to me, I don’t recall actually doing it, at least, not while awake.
I can almost feel what it would be like. I can see seeing the future in my head. I can make myself feel a rush that it could happen, and that I’m different in a good way, because of it. But I can’t tell you that I do it.
Really, it’s something different. A state of focused concentration. A way of being so present that my awareness extends foward through time. Again, I can imagine this, and I could fool myself into believing that I am seeing the future, but I don’t believe that. I just think I’m in a kind of trance where my focus is beyond anything that normally happens.
As you may know, sometimes manic-depressive people have hallucinations. Perhaps these hallucinations reflect things we worry about in our minds. One friend of mine sees aliens everywhere when this happens. On the other hand, maybe these hallucinations are something different. Maybe they are a window into some other time, or some other dimension. I like to read science fiction, so I have a lot of images like this at my disposal. I’m romantic, too, so I want, very much, to believe in the possibility of these extra senses. But I don’t believe. I think it’s a game we play with outselves. Too bad.
So, why do you ask?