Oh, the power of women’s intuition and psychic connections.
One day last week I got up, got dressed and came in to work here at the paper. The two women advertising reps were joking about how they came dressed alike that day. Both were wearing black slacks and gray tops. Before I got there one said to the other, “Wait until Judy gets here. “Sure enough, black slacks and a gray top, nearly identical.
dressed alike with no communication
Now, we are all well past our teenage years and no longer call a girlfriend to discuss what to wear – we are just women on the same wavelength.
A coincidence? Maybe. But consider this: women who work or live together know that after a time their monthly cycles become coordinated. In Minneapolis I worked for Chrysalis, a therapy clinic and chemically dependent treatment center for women and children. We had a few men on the staff, brave souls that they were, but the workplace was overwhelmingly female.
Often we compared notes, as we couldn’t help but notice simultaneous PMSing. Gradually we realized that most of the 20 or so women were pretty much on the same cycle.
If this is not evidence enough of the unconscious connection between women, here is a story that cannot be explained any other way.
About 15 years ago, my daughter Cully, who was in college, and I spent time together on some beautiful woodland I owned in northern Minnesota. Although there was a half-finished cabin on the property, we always stayed there in a full-size tepee.
It was wonderful to sleep in this round structure with a cozy campfire in the center for cooking and beds arranged on the ground around the back, opposite the door flap. One night we were talking back and forth from our sleeping bags. Eventually I dropped off to sleep, but Cully stayed up and read for a time with a battery lamp. Eventually, she turned off the light and slept.
In the morning I awoke from the strangest dream. I began to tell it to her, a complicated and unusual story in which a man was trying to get a group of reluctant people to sing in a chorus. They avoided him by hiding in closets and other places in a house, but eventually the man began to have success as he brought the odd assortment of people into the open and helped them sing in beautiful harmony.
As I told this story, Cully’s eyes got bigger and bigger. “Mom,” she said, “that’s the story I was reading last night.”
We looked at each other in amazement. The book she had been reading was a Russian novel, recommended, as I recall, in one of her college classes. I had never heard of the book, much less read it. We opened the book together and she found the passages that were indeed, the same as the strange dream I had.
In some societies it is taken for granted that these unseen connections are real. I have a friend whose French mother knows when her children are in trouble or hurt, even though they are grown up and living far away. The family takes her abilities in stride.
My guess is many women (and probably men too) have these experiences, proving there is more to the world than we now know.
Science may eventually catch up. Ever wonder about that unseen phenomena when a man or a woman is available to date someone new after a break-up? It’s as if there is some sort of unseen advertisement that says, “I’m available.” Suddenly members of the opposite sex, who never did before, begin to show interest.
Biologists have found that humans, like insects and other animals, give off something called “pheromones,” molecules designed to attract a mate.
The human mind and spirit are vast and mysterious – nothing surprises me anymore.
Nov. 6, 2002