The “U” of Me — Unexplainable

Unexplainable mysterious experiences

“I don’t believe it!” My friend Barbara had patiently put up with my anxiety over parking my car in front of my house after my neighbor asked me to.

I was in a rented cabin, down the street from where I’d lived in the “big” house with my husband and two daughters. Recently divorced from my first husband, it had been important to me that I be accessible to my daughters, 15 and 16, who were not driving yet. So I found the cabin within a short distance of my former home and they had a choice as to where they’d like to stay: at my place or where they’d spent the previous seven years of their lives. They opted to stay with their father in more comfortable digs and familiar surroundings.

Barbara, who had lived in the larger house next door to the cabin I was renting, also happened to be going through a divorce and was visiting me. When another neighbor asked me if I wouldn’t mind parking my car in front (my cabin facing onto one street and backing onto another), I agreed without giving it much thought — the reason he gave was he planned to do some work on his car and needed more room in the back.

No sooner had I agreed, however, than I felt uneasy. I told Barbara about my uneasiness about parking in front. She scoffed and pointed out that she had parked on that street for years when she had lived next door with her husband and kids. Also, I’d parked on the same street, up a bit however, where my former house was. I admitted that it was a silly concern, that of course my car had been parked on this street for many years without anything happening.

But the unease didn’t go away. We went to bed, but after a couple of hours I got up in the middle of the night, turned on the outside light, and looked down the slope of the front yard at my car. Still there, looking the same. I dismissed my anxiety as some kind of incipient paranoia.

The next morning I got up and the first thing I did was look out my window down at my car. The hood was up! I quickly put on some shoes and ran down, looked under the open hood and saw that my battery had been stolen!

“I don’t believe it!” Barbara said. I could hardly believe it myself. What part of me knew that it would be unsafe for me to park my car in front rather than in back? How did I “know?”

This was not the first time in my life I’d experienced being prescient about an event that later took place, that I’d gotten some kind of premonition or sense that something other than the obvious might be going on. And sometimes it’s not just a “sense.” It’s a “knowing.”

I seem to go through phases in which these kinds of anomalies happen, in which I feel like I’m “plugged in” to something, some kind of energy in which time and space are irrelevant. I’m certainly open to explanations being forthcoming in the future, similar to electricity or sound waves being explanable after they were discovered — but experienced without understanding long before by everyone.

Another event that happened that is mystifying was in 2005. My younger brother had esophageal cancer, and was on life support for some time after the surgery, but not expected to recover. One morning I was in my bedroom when my iPod (remember those?) which was on my dresser — and normally would need earphones to hear music — started playing. I could only hear it faintly as I was not wearing the necessary earphones, but coming closer to the iPod I found that it was playing one of my favorite pieces: the second movement of Bach’s Concerto in D minor for Oboe (sometimes attributed to Marcello). My first thought was: “I’ll bet Tony (my brother) died.” My second thought was: “I want that played at my memorial when I die.”

Well my brother didn’t die then, but he did die the following November. My husband and I and both of my sisters went to the memorial in Alexandria, VA. — Ed and I from California, one sister from Massachusetts and the other from Florida. My brother, a super-patriot who had worked for the Department of Defense, was buried at Arlington with a 21-gun salute. Very moving.

Later that evening, sitting with his widow Lorraine at dinner at her home, she said “I just wish I could know that Tony’s alright.” She would not be the first person to slip into magical thinking when confronted with death. The next morning I was getting ready to leave to go back to California, my iPod on the dresser of our room, when I heard something — faintly. I got closer to my iPod which had turned itself on again (these were the only two times it ever did this) and the second movement of Bach’s Concerto in D minor for Oboe was playing. I felt a surge of joy, sensing that it was Tony — since I’d thought about him the last time my iPod turned itself on and was playing the same music — letting us know that he was O.K.

Nikola Tesla was a Serbian-American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, and futurist after whom the car is named. He maintained that “The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings. We are nothing but melodies. And through the vibrations of these strings, we are interconnected with everything in the universe.” He maintained that everything is “energy, vibration, and frequency,” and that the numbers 3, 6, and 9 contain the keys to everything in the universe. There are many quotes that are worth looking up as he appeared to straddle the material concrete reality most of us experience and the unseen and unknown but sometimes experienced world of the unexplained.

The older I get, the less I know. But there is, in this world, more than meets the eye. And it seems that all we have to do is be open to let it in.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Shakespeare, 1599–1601

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