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September 6, 2006

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It's weird when some subject you were thinking about turns up as a news story only a little while later. Yesterday I was surfing the web when I discovered the FBI's list of formerly confidential documents released under the Freedom of Information Act. I read a report on the study of ESP (Extra Sensory Perception) and then hunted around the net for various online tests of my psychic abilities.

Anyway, the FBI said it found no conclusive evidence and I certainly didn't seem to have any innate talent for clairvoyance. However, many times I could admit to experiencing anecdotal psychic phenomena such as thinking about someone only to have that person call on the phone a few minutes later.

Coincidentally, Reuters (09/05/06) carries a story this morning about Rupert Sheldrake, a scientist funded by Cambridge's Trinity College in England who claims to have proven precognition in individuals who accurately guessed who was calling before picking up the phone or from whom an email would be sent before checking their inboxes.

"The hit rate was 45 percent, well above the 25 percent you would have expected," he told the annual meeting of the British Association for the Advancement of Science. "The odds against this being a chance effect are 1,000 billion to one."

His sampling group was small so the experiment has been met with skepticism but the social scientist who believes in mental links between members of any social network plans to do a similar test with mobile text messages.

For me, this phenomenon has happened many times in the form of booty calls. I was feeling horny when lo and behold, there's a knock at the door. However, since I'm usually thinking about sex and I always answer my door naked, I'm not sure it's more than coincidence.

If I was truly psychic, I might have had the foresight to put on pants before answering when my 82-year-old next-door neighbor came knocking with a jar of pickles she needed opened. However, maybe the old lady was a bit psychic since when slightly jarred by being greeted by my gherkin, she claimed she always knew I was a pervert.

Posted by Will Peters at September 6, 2006 9:47 AM

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