By Mark J.
When I first got into Scientology I had only an inkling of what telepathy was about. I lacked reality on what it was or how it worked.
On television shows they portray telepathy as a super power. The person closes his eyes, puts his hands to his temples, and with great effort and facial twisting, he reads someone else’s thoughts — to the great amazement of those watching on.
I did know that I had always had a close connection with my brother, and seemingly I would always sense when something was wrong, or when he needed me. I would consider it coincidence, when he would call me just a second after I had been thinking of him, or when I would perceive that he needed me, to then find out that this was actually the case.
As I progressed in Scientology training and auditing my own understanding of telepathy increased.
Some years ago, just before an auditing session, I had been terribly upset and I had not known why. I had no logical reason for being as enturbulated as I was, and when I went in session I ended up on a correction list and became intrigued when the question “Is there something else wrong?” had read.
Yes, I said. Someone is in trouble. Desperate trouble. And I need to help them!
I communicated to the auditor about what I perceived — which was not related to me personally, and had no relation to my own experiences or time track. There was a person who had been in a single car accident, rolled the vehicle, and was hanging, upside down, trapped. They were in a ditch, on a roadside in Germany, and were unseen by passing cars. The desperate communications from the person caught in that situation, were unquestionably real and reading on the meter. It was like an SOS distress signal they were sending out — to anyone that could hear them — and I happened to be one person who had received the signal and read it loud and clear.
I was able to tell my auditor the exact location (highway name and distance from nearby town), the color of the car and also the name of the person involved. And yet I had not ever lived in or traveled to Germany, and I certainly did not know anyone living in Germany at the time.
Unfortunately my session had come too late. The trapped person died at the scene, and my session was about 12 hours too late to save them. Though I was disappointed that I had not been able to do something about it earlier, I also felt it was my first real validation of telepathy this lifetime.
From that point I started to actually look for, and acknowledge that not every single thought that popped into my head was actually mine, or from my own time track. This was validated further as I have moved up the OT levels.
I am now aware of regular telepathy with my brother, with my wife, and with several close friends.
I don’t get into a bunch of significance relating to it — the simplicity is that we are statics, and we do not require the physical universe to be able to communicate to one another.
I also don’t get into a bunch of figure-figure, or preemptive self auditing on it.
I just acknowledge that when I perceive thoughts, pictures and communications of other people, it is OK. I don’t invalidate it. And I don’t widely broadcast it to introvert others.
A really interesting instance was just last night, as I watched my dog sleeping in her bed. She was dreaming and her body was twitching and she was even doing muffled barks in her sleep. I easily picked up and saw the dream she was having, could easily see the pictures and feel her reactions to them. I acknowledged her (not vocally), and she settled down and slept peacefully from then on.
Never would I have thought I could read the thoughts (or dreams) of animals, but it is now becoming clear that OT is very different to what I had originally thought it was.
I know what I know.
I perceive what I perceive.
And I am comfortable in continuing to build my own skills and regain my abilities in this regard, as I continue my training and auditing.
And my potentiality to communicate, as a being, just builds and builds by the day, as I move on up The Bridge.
So very cool.