If I don’t respond to all points made above (three posters) just know I read them.
Do I believe in Santa Clause, too?
Yes and no. Not in any way sober way. Not if I was applying for a job and I had to convince you of, among other things, my sanity. However, if I asked you, an adult beyond such foolishness, to describe what Santa Clause looked like, we would describe the same appearance, “Close enough”. You don’t believe in Santa Clause and yet if I told you to rid your brain fully of the Santa Clause description you couldn’t actively do it. Just the same, I can’t rid myself of the memories of when I felt my intuition pull at me about some random event.
The philosophy I adhere to down deep is that everything, even concrete things that slap you across the face, even things that people uniformly agree on, possess some aspect of a Santa Clause description. Things that exist on your doorstep of your perception also don’t exist.
I do believe that anyone can access the same abilities. I don’t think anyone is special for any reason. While I believe there are false memories, I also believe every single memory you’ve ever had is recoverable, if given the right prompt, even the ones you don’t remember remembering.
What is the significance of these experiences? I don’t know. But I don’t know what the significance of the the so-called common experiences are either.
I believe that for every loss there is equal gain, and the reverse. A compensation. But I have to be careful here, because my words can be twisted. This compensation isn’t controllable, and it might also sound like a desperate recalculation. This being my belief, gain for loss, I have admitted much of the rest of my life is very boring. Is fantasy the compensation? Maybe, but the loss or the missed opportunity to become an adult skeptic surely has a gain. I don’t expect the adult skeptic to appreciate the measure of it. The biblical God said, be as children, but I guess a paycheck is more important, validation from other serious, but brittle as a dry leaf, adults. Don’t worry they won’t tell you what it was like to live as children at the cookout. You won’t be out of the promotional loop. That would be scary.
If I asked myself how many of these vivid dreams didn’t pan out, there would be a lot. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve still made use of them. I don’t need to convince myself. If I was the one being convinced I probably couldn’t shake the disparity of the numbers either. Lucky for me I don’t ask people to convince me of much, especially not on majority appeal. I’ve never seen bigfoot but if someone told me they did, I’d probably go with their tale. I’m aware people lie about much smaller things.
Just know this, If I asked you to prove that you have thoughts, you couldn’t prove it to me. You could simulate the behavior of thinking just fine. Just imagine the frustration of yours, saying things like, “But I really do have thoughts, look at my language now used to express them.” That’s great, but that’s not proof. I would actually have to be you, have your actual thoughts to experience that as truth.
Big. Fat. Red suit.
So I’ll ask again, Does anyone else experience psychic abilities?