I am sitting in the bleachers at
Candlestick Park, watching the San Francisco Giants play baseball.
It's 1971, I'm 7 years old, and my brother Larry is 10, he's sitting
to my right, and Dad is on my left. We're sitting above third base so
we have a pretty good view of San Francisco Bay. The Giants have a
winning team including Willie Mays and Willie McCovey. I am not
really interested in baseball, and don't know the players names,
except McCovey, I only know him because my Uncle Hal is McCovey's
attorney, and that's how we got the tickets to the game. At first, I
find the baseball game pretty boring. For the moment, everything
seems normal to me. The thought occurs to me, “I wonder what would
happen if the catcher missed a pitch?” Juan Marichal throws that
pitch and sure enough the catcher misses it. That was the last time
things seemed normal to me. I had more questions. Why did I have that
thought just then? Is it possible to know events before they happen?
Would it happen to me again? At that time, I became alert to the
possibility that everything might not be exactly as it appears. It
did happen again. A couple years later I had another very similar
experience at a rollerskating rink during a cakewalk, I knew the
number 19 before they called it.
I
think that part of the reason that I started having these paranormal
experiences is that Dad was successful enough as an Assistant
District Attorney that when my little sister Sue was born, he had a
three-bedroom, two-story home custom built at the end of Fairway
Drive in Novato, and Mom gave me and Larry the chance to choose our
own light fixtures for the new house. Mom is the artsy type and
fancies herself an interior designer so she took us to a store
displaying more than a thousand light fixtures. I chose a plain,
round fixture that hung from a cord. Larry chose the same one. Our
bedrooms were upstairs, and the master bedroom and baby sister's room
were downstairs. Our light switches had dimmers, and I discovered
that I could turn down the light almost completely, until the globe
was barely visible. When I lay in my bed and gazed up at the barely
visible sphere of light, it would seem to fade away. I enjoyed this
night after night. At the time I didn't realize that I had stumbled
onto a meditation technique.
Many
years later, I worked for a company called Tools for Exploration that
was the leading seller of “brain machines” including bio-feedback
devices, selling “Ganzfeld Goggles,” goggles that present your
eyes with a uniform, featureless field of light. This induces a
meditative state, or you could say an altered or expanded state of
consciousness. At 6 years old, by gazing at my dim round light
fixture, I was going into meditation. My gazing meditations must
have prepared me for the paranormal experiences to come. And those
paranormal experiences prepared me somewhat for the night when a UFO
contacted me.
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