Here's a weird one for ya

When I was a 14 year old bad lad at school, my favourite method of surreptitiously grabbing a nicotine fix was to wander round the place with a burning ciggy concealed in my pocket. I'd wander round at a brisk canter and grab a sly drag where and when possible

All the kids who went the usual places all got collared.. behind the bike sheds etc.. the teachers all knew where to look of course. But my gambit seemed to work, never got gripped. A couple of times I got too close for comfort to authority, and sent various adults into bloodhound mode.. but they never suspected the innocent looking lad stood right under their nose with his hands in his pockets

Anyway, that's not really the point of the post. What happened was this..

Couple of days ago, I found myself daydreaming about those days - and specifically about the fag-concealment business. This is something that's honestly never crossed my mind once since I left school best part of a quarter-century ago. Thought nothing of it other than, whoa what an old memory! It was a really vivid recollection.

Forgot all about the recollection until tonight when I logged onto the PC & got an email from Friends Reunited.. "You have a new friend invite". Went to have a peek, and it was some lad I never kept in touch with after leaving school, and wasn't particularly close to while I was there; decent bloke all the same as I recalled so I went to read the message he'd sent.

It went something like.. "Hiya Neil, hope you remember me, I always remember you wandering down the corridor grabbing puffs on that ciggy you used to keep in your pocket"

Sent a bit of a shiver that one. Shared consciousness 

oh tis indeed group consciousmess

will try to look up stuff on it for you

It's like when you go to phone someone but the phone rings before you have the chance to dial the number and its them phoning you

Knowing what someone is about to say Or finishing someones sentence.


All spooky

do you think some people are Kinetically linked?