When my sister was pregnant with her oldest son, I awakened very early one morning with severe abdominal pain. (And I’m NOT an early riser!) At first, I thought I might have food poisoning or that I’d contracted some sort of virus. Other than the pain, though, I didn’t have any of the usual side effects of intestinal problems. I didn’t leap out of bed and rush into the bathroom! The pain eventually subsided and I fell back asleep.
Later that day, I received a call from my sister in Atlanta. Her son, Ardon, had come into the world early that morning, at around the same time I was experiencing the abdominal pain.
Coincidence? Hardly.
Neurologist Berthold Schwartz called this type of experience a telesomatic event, from words that mean “distant body.” It’s the sort of psychic experience in which emotions and feelings and intimate connections play an integral role.
In Larry Dossey’s 2009 book, The Power of Premonitions: How Knowing the Future Can Save Our Lives, he wrote, “The term is appropriate because the involved individuals behave as if they share a single body, even though separated by great distances and, in some cases, by time.”
This kind of experience is often reported by identical twins.
Dossey’s book includes several intriguing stories about telesomatic events. In one example, a mother was writing a letter to her daughter, who had recently left for college. For no apparent reason, her right hand suddenly started burning so badly she had to put down her pen. Less than an hour later, she received a call informing her that her daughter’s right hand had been severely burned by acid in a laboratory accident – and it had happened at about the same time that her own right had started burning.
Dossey believes these examples aren’t precognitive, but illustrate how emotions and empathy are often interwoven into precognition. He cites a letter he received from Larry Kincheloe, an obstetrician-gynecologist in Oklahoma. He’d been practicing for about four years when, one Saturday afternoon, he got a call from the hospital that one of his patients was in early labor. Since this was her first baby, he figured she wouldn’t deliver for many hours. Yet, while he was sweeping leaves, “he experienced an overwhelming feeling that he had to go to the hospital. He immediately called labor and delivery and was told by the nurse that everything was fine; his patient was only five centimeters dilated and delivery was not expected for several more hours.”
But Kincheloe couldn’t shake the feeling and started feeling an aching pain in the center of his chest. The more he tried to ignore it, the worse the sensation became. He finally leaped into his car and rushed to the hospital. The nurse was just walking out of the patient’s room when he arrived and gave him an odd look, curious about what he was doing there. He admitted he didn’t know. Just then, a cry came from the labor room.
“Anyone who has ever worked in labor and delivery knows there’s a certain tone in a woman’s voice when the baby’s head is on the perineum, nearing delivery. He rushed into the room in time to deliver a healthy infant.”
After this experience, Kincheloe began paying attention to his feelings and these days, he’s usually en route to the hospital before anyone calls. “This is now such a common occurrence among the labor and delivery staff that they tell the new nurses, ‘If you want Dr. Kincheloe, just think it and he will show up.’”
As Dossey points out, Kincheloe’s experiences illustrates “how physical sensations can alert us to something important about to happen – an early warning premonition system. Physical symptoms are like psychic cell phones uniting distant individuals.”
So I started thinking about this in relation to planetary enpaths, individuals who experience physical symptoms hours or sometimes days before a natural or man-made disaster. My hope is that more research can be done on this phenomenon so that perhaps in a not so distant future they are able to fine tune their abilities. They won’t be able to stop quakes or man-made disasters, but perhaps they’ll be able to offer ample warning about the specific area and type of event so that injuries and deaths are prevented.
Nat, hey! I don’t have a facebook, for several valid reasons, so didn’t see it. But absolutely, I expect we are from the same planet! We share the same surname. I don’t know if Thomas is your married name, but it is my birth name! I was named Connie Jean Thomas when born. The Macs know my planet of origin as pointed out to me by my Dad when I was seventeen years old, not long before he was diagnosed with cancer and he had taken me to the Mount Wilson Observatory in CA and showed me the planet. I have no reason to doubt it. Would love you to email me…if you wish…and you can get my email address from Trish and Rob! Hope to hear from you!
Though a little off subject I happened to be reading about emotional telepathy – the connection being between the solar plexus centres of the individuals involved.
Interesting post.
Emotional telepathy through the solar plexus certainly makes sense to me!
Same here, Nat!
Connie, I put it out there on Fb – “How many of my medium friends could work in that way ?”and there were none! We must be from the same planet! lol
I recently read that information is sent and perceived through emotion on the Other Side. Not just mental telepathy, but emotional telepathy, because what remains once the body is discarded is consciousness and emotional memory. The Spirit people remember how they felt when they were 27 and having their first baby, or how they felt at their funeral service.
When I read for a client, I feel my feelings, the clients feelings and the Spirit’s feelings all at the same time. They communicate to me through emotion (Clairsentience) most often, followed by Clairaudience then all the other Clairs just get mixed in, depending on the Spirit’s preferred way of communicating.
Fascinating stuff, Nat!
I had never had any kinds of breast discomfort that many women experience during periods and also during pregnancies. I just never had had breast pain. In 1987, my left breast began to really ache. I wondered if I might have bumped into something, or done something to create the pain. But I had not and it wasn’t that kind of pain. The ache continued and I was almost ready to go see the doctor , when I rec’d a phone call from my older sister in MO. It was Valentine’s Day. She was in the hospital there and she told me she had had a radical mastectomy for breast cancer in her left breast. She said she hadn’t called me prior to the surgery because she knew I would worry. My pain immediately vanished and didn’t return. A year later, the very same breast ache/pain came back, this time in my RIGHT breast. I called my sister, and surely enough, she was being admitted the following day for a radical mastectomy of her RIGHT breast. As soon as she told me, my pain disappeared. One other type of situation happened a few years ago. We live on an island, connected to the mainland by a high bridge. At the end of the bridge on the mainland is our hospital. I was driving across the top of the bridge, coming to the island, and heard an ambulance siren…pulled over…the ambulance was flying to the hospital and passed me going to the hospital. I had a sudden absolute KNOWING that my son Kenny was in that emergency vehicle. There was no reason for e to have that knowing. Kenny was healthy and fine. Nevertheless, when I got to the island side of the bridge I made a U-turn and went to the ER. They were bringing Kenny into the ER on a gurney. He had been surfing and had suffered a sudden spontaneous pneumothorax. Of course he was admitted and treated. He was later fine, altho for the nest couple of years he continued to have spontaneous pneumos in one or the other lung, until ultimately he had to be transported to Baptist in Jax and have his left upper lobe removed. He’s very healthy no , just missing part of one lung. I don’t know HOW I knew he was in that ambulance, or HOW I felt my sister’s discomfort. Both my sister and Kenny were experiencing great fear during their separate ordeals, and the intensity of their fears may have impacted my empathetic whatever-it-is. Strange stuff.
Your experience with Kenny reminded me of how the writer Kurt Vonnegut just knew his brother in law was aboard a train that had just derailed in New Jersey. https://themysticalunderground.com/?p=39