Recently Added Family Bond Grandparent Napping Grandaddy Ano No-Sleep-Syndrome Renny Rows Other Side of Matt Daddy and Patton Daddy Mommy		FAMILY BOND The whole idea of past lives sounded utterly ridiculous to me until my friend Jeffie, a quantum physicist, told me about her enlightening visit to a psychic for her research. Jeffie who has very short hair and a very very slender body was told she was Peter Pan in a past life – well, how could I not go? The psychic, who kept her eyes closed the whole time, told me amazing things no one else knew. She told me how terrified I was of water and large waves. I am. They paralyze me so much that I won’t swim. She said that was because I was in Atlantis when the wave came and all Atlantians are back now and will recognize each other by our green eyes. She told me I was a princess in most past lives so I naturally believed her. If I’d been Captain Hook or one of the Seven Dwarfs, I’d have scoffed. She told me I had "the gift" for psychic experiences. And I did have those. I had stood up in Biology class in college one day, gone to the phone in the corridor, called my Dad’s office and said, "Don’t go anywhere." He answered that he was about to leave for Australia but didn’t feel great. After begging him not to get on the plane and to see a doctor, he did. The M.D. said he would have died of a ruptured appendix somewhere over the Pacific had he gone. Then one night my husband woke to see me giving CPR in my sleep. He roused me and asked what I was doing. I said, "Giving my mother CPR." Next day, we found she had had a heart attack at that very moment. And lived…(my CPR?) My emotional radar also clicked on when my son at 7 or 8 years old decided to ski a black diamond slope. I was blissfully skiing a less dangerous run when I was overcome with terror – I knew my son was in trouble. After going to the ski patrol and being in great turmoil, I suddenly felt great relief. Later I learned at that very moment he had been found where he had skied off the mountain. The saddest psychic experience occurred while I was driving in Tuscany with my friend Mary. I pulled off the road. I could hardly move or breathe. I knew it wasn’t me who was so sick but I didn’t know who was. It lasted 2 ½ hours and Mary was beside herself. Then I looked at her and said, "Whoever was dying is gone." The next morning I learned my wonderful sister Margo had died at that very time. I only hope somehow I took some of her suffering into me.