THAT VOICE I HEARD

That voice I heard was telepathic. Now here are the only two instances of this.

I had a dream over a two night period of very large doors closing. In the dream I am aware that the doors are closing on two people related to my late girlfriend, her cousins. On the second night I was told this: You are not to say anything to anybody about this dream. They will be allright if this is done There will be a time that you will know to then talk about it to all people involved. Well I never told the parties involved about the dream for many months. One day I heard that the two cousins were on a plane in Texas that had some kind of problem or hit turbulence but I do not recall today what exactly it was. They were ok. It then hit me that it was safe to talk about the dream and I told their parents as well as them. It is many years after this occurrence and both are doing well in their careers. One is a doctor in neuropsychology, the other does music and art work for autistic children as well as performing in some clubs at night and is a very talented musician.

The second story involves my late girlfriend. In early 2000, she seemed to be muscular stiff for no reason. I spoke with her brother in law who is a physician about her condition and we both decided she should see a neurologist-phychiatrist. This physician took her off her medication for she was a manic-deprssive in an attemp to readjust her medication. I took her to the doctor one day of which she was in a very foul mood and starts yelling at the doctor through the intake window in the office. He advised me to take her right over to the local psychiatric hospital. I had some job getting her there for she attempted at least once or twice to try to jump out of the car on the way to the hospital. I finally got there and got here admitted. I went back to my car to go home when a telepathic voice said to me that my time with my girlfriend was over. I started banging on the dashboard yelling no,no. I felt a part of me leave me, the part of her that I shared in my psyche and soul. Three months later while in another facility she would die from asphyxiation from choking on a turkey sandwhich. Accoring to my own psychiatrist he said that the doctor in charge there gave her a drug that he should not have given her which caused her to loose the ability to swollow. It is over 10 years since I lost her but I always say in space that I love her. I am fortunate enough to have videos of our exploits together. That is the one great thing about the portable vcr and camera that I used in the 1980s and early 90s.