THE ESP EXPERIENCES
After I entered elementary school, I started to encounter things that could not be explained by the laws of physics. Some would call these strange experiences extrasensory perception (ESP). For example, I would dream things and then they would come true, and know things that were to happen before they occurred. The following story is just one of them. Others will be posted at a later date.
I DREAM THAT I WAS LIKE A SUPERMAN
One night I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of the street and an oncoming car was heading toward me at a high rate of speed. Rather than run out of the way to escape, I braced myself and extended my arms toward the car to absorb the impact. The car ran directly into my outstretched hands and it stopped in its tracks. In my dream, the car was a gray 1940’s model. The hood was v-shaped and formed a rounded point where my hands met the car. I could see my hands against the gray automobile, and I was in awe of what had happened. I remember having the feeling of extreme physical strength. I imagined that this is what Superman must have felt like—knowing that you can muster unmatchable power and that there is nothing that can defeat you. In this dream, I truly felt invincible.
superman stops a car
A few days later, I was playing with one of my friends who lived down the block. We were flying a saucer toy that he had just received. The saucer sat on top of a handle and would lift off and fly up into the sky when the string was pulled. It was the spinning motion coupled with the fan blades inside the saucer that would create lift that in turn launched the saucer up into the sky. The toy look like the one depicted below:
We were having a great time chasing it and trying to catch it before it landed. On the last launch, my friend pulled very hard and the saucer soared high into the air. As it rose above the houses, a strong breeze kicked up and carried it out into the street. Being totally focused on catching the saucer, I started running after it as fast as I could, not paying much attention to where I was going.
My friend’s mother was there and she shouted to me, “Joe, don’t go into the street. Joe, stop!” I remember hearing her words but they seemed faint and very far away. I was in the middle of the street by the time I caught the saucer and it was then that I could clearly hear my friend’s mom screaming for me to come back. I turned and looked up the street and there was the gray car of my dream speeding toward me. There was no time to get out of the way, so I held my arms out in front just like I did in my dream. I could hear the tires squealing in response to the car’s locked brakes. Then the car hit my hands as it slid to a stop. Unlike my dream, it was evident that it was not my power that stopped the car. I realized that I was not all-powerful. The car had knocked me backward even though it just barely touched me. I watched the front of the car rock back and forth in reaction to the sudden stop. I saw my own hands against the hood of the gray car just like in my dream but I stood there trembling as I realized that I had just looked death square in the eye.
My friend’s mother came over screaming at me to listen to her. Somehow her voice grew faint again as I wondered about the dream that had become a reality. How could such a thing be true? Why were the real life events so accurate but lacked the feelings of power and strength that I had in the dream? Something stopped that car, but it was not me.
I did not know what to think about this when it happened. As fast as the car was moving, I was very surprised that it stopped so quickly.Was it possible that something stopped the car that I did not understand? Was it possible that this something also tried to protect me from this circumstance in the first place? Or was it a notice to me that something was here to protect me and nothing could harm or hurt me? Well, being like many young boys, I spent about five minutes thinking about it before I filed it in the back of my mind where it was not thought about again for quite a long time.
Now, taken on its own merits this is a nice story that could be rightly classified as a coincidence. But when things like this happen over and over again, well, you can only come to the conclusion that what happened was far from coincidence. In the end I would have to conclude that it was God protecting me from harm. I plan to post a number of the other incidents so that you can make a decision for yourself.