by Eldon Taylor
As a small boy I had experiences that cannot be explained other than by some paranormal means. I somehow noetically knew things without knowing how I knew. I was able to locate lost objects, identify disturbances around people, and so forth. In fact, I have found in my years of traveling and lecturing that most young people have similar experiences but learn to shut them down because of the ridicule that comes in the name of “imagination.” It’s all in your imagination, as if imagination were itself a bad thing.
As a teenager, I experienced something that I can never forget. Let me share that story with you, for part of making your choice about whatever life you wish to have is influenced by your view of this world and any possible afterlife.
One evening with my date, a beautiful young woman named Connie Bennet, I set out to pick up some money due me before going to a dance. We were driving in a 1957 Oldsmobile, and on the outskirts of the small town of Woods Cross I began to tease Connie that we were running out of gas. It was very dark, and I stepped on the gas and then let off quickly, thereby causing the car to jerk and lunge. We were approaching several sets of railroad tracks, and as we climbed up onto one, the car engine died. As if on cue, signal arms descended and lights began to flash. To my left I could see the headlight of the train engine bearing down on us. It seemed to be coming very fast so when Connie asked if we should get out of the car, the only thing I could think of was Connie stumbling and the car being dragged over her, so I said, “No, let me try and start the car.” I turned the key, realizing the engine was flooded, and held the gas to the floor while I did so, for the 1957 Oldsmobile we were in had a Carter carburetor and when it was flooded, the gas pedal was to be down while the engine was started.
Connie had her hand on my leg while I frantically tried to start the engine. The next thing I knew, though, was not Connie asking for me, because I was not in the car. To be absolutely clear, I was in the car when the train smashed into us and not there when Connie was being freed.
As Connie was cut from the wreckage, and this took some time, she asked about me. The driver’s side of the automobile had been crushed under the cattle guard before the car was spun and dragged down the tracks. As a result, the driver’s side was only three feet high or so. As it turned out, the train consisted of approximately 100 cars and was traveling at about 100 miles per hour. I know this because of the ensuing court case, for Connie was injured and for years wore a neck brace.
The first thing I knew after the train hit us was that I was standing alone in a field alongside the railroad tracks, perhaps fifty yards from many emergency vehicles, all with their lights flashing. Several automobiles were backed up behind the now-stopped train. Some time had clearly elapsed because Connie was not still being extracted from the car. No, she was in an ambulance, about to leave for the hospital. My first thoughts were about her, so I ran to the emergency vehicles, where I was questioned. I was taken to Connie as soon as those in charge learned that I had been driving the car.
What I have just shared with you is not possible—but it happened. My mother suggested a few weeks later that perhaps I was a walk-in, insisting that I had changed. (A walk-in is thought by some to occur when a spirit of a being chooses to leave and another spirit steps in). I didn’t even know, at that time, what a walk-in was; what I did know was guilt for Connie’s suffering. I tried to shut out the whole experience and to some extent was quite successful for many years. However, the universe had different plans for me, and one day decided to bring it all back.
My point here is simple. Mind is not a local event. Whatever mind is, we share it in many ways. Consciousness is not understood, let alone properly defined. The rectorship of life, whatever life is, includes events and experiences that defy normal explanations and thus become paranormal. We are all much more than just a physical body with an organic brain sending signals along neural pathways like some sophisticated piece of machinery. Consciousness connects all of us in some manner or another and it would appear to survive. As I once wrote in The Little Black Book, when we die we do not take with us our fancy cars, our houses, our awards and diplomas, and so forth. No, the only thing that survives with us is our relationships.
Eldon Taylor has made a lifelong study of the human mind and has earned doctoral degrees in psychology and metaphysics. He is president of Progressive Awareness Research, an organization dedicated to researching techniques for accessing the immense powers of the mind. For more than 20 years, he has approached personal empowerment from the cornerstone perspective of forgiveness, gratitude, service and respect for all life. To contact Eldon in response to the story, you can reach him via his website: http://www.eldontaylor.com
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