dammit Tina

When you miss that halfway point between half-cooked toast and half-burnt toast and you don’t have someone to remind you of gratitude by saying,


the two-way mirror of collective telempathy

the two-way mirror of collective telempathy

I wonder what it means
when someone simultaneously says what you say
and the context of what they say matches your experience,
not theirs.

I just finished a council-supported yoga class in the park near where I live, and it was the final class in the program, so there was a council guy there to check out how the program was going. Let’s call him Guy Council.

I did my (recently) usual thing where I be all unashamedly evangelistic about the psychological-healing power of yoga and I could read in his behaviour that he was interested and curious, but vaguely dubious. I have a huge amount of respect for people who indulge practices they are not familiar with (he’s into personal training and has done some yoga, but doesn’t practice regularly), despite their uncertainty about them.

There was a brief conversation between Guy and myself about how it’s really important for council to continue supporting the program, and then there was a brief conversation between the three of us, which I shamelessly dominated because I wanted to thank the Teacher, in front of Guy, for the classes (and for introducing me to numerology).

So the conversation moved from the subject of recently popular and hugely acceptable yoga to the timelessly unpopular and hugely esoteric so-called pseudoscience of numerology.

Teacher was on the way to another class and Guy was still interested, but now doing the cannot-compute frown. It’s difficult to make these leaps from the accepted to the unaccepted, the perceivedly rational to the probably irrational, at the best of times, but especially in the middle of a busy outer-urban street, where people are focused primarily on those other numbers ~ the numbers of the economic, not the esoteric.

I have no point to prove ~ I just wanted to say thanks, which I had done, so I said, “Okay, seeya guys.”

At the same time I said “seeya guys”, Guy also said “seeya guys”: I was fare-welling two people; he was fare-welling a single instance of “guy”.

I just find this utterly fascinating. It’s the sort of thing that’s been happening a lot lately, since I have been feeling more open to the shared streams of the collective Consciousness.

I want to call this telempathy, because it seems to me that Guy picked up on my words before I had said them, and reflected them immediately back to me.

What do you think?