From Cool to Freaky

I had a friend that passed away over thirty years ago and although I don’t think of Ken every day, it would be safe to say that I think of him three or four times a week.

Things like…

• I wonder what kind of a man Ken would have turned into.
• What would Ken make of this of this government we have?
• Would we still be friends?
• What would his kids have been like?
• Would he be a good father?
• I wish I could show Ken this.

I wonder if I miss him because he was the first of us to go. These are just the kind of things that I would imagine everyone wonders about the dearly departed.

I was thinking about Ken yesterday and low and behold when I checked out facebook, another friend had posted his picture. Obviously he had been thinking about Ken as well, but he decided to do something about it.

This kind of coincidence happens often enough that it borders on strange. I am a believer in the untapped power of the mind. It can produce miracles if only you believe in miracles. I took a course once that attempted to develop the mind and one saying that has always stayed with me deals with belief. Don’t say I’ll believe it when I see it, but rather I’ll see it when I believe it. That is pretty easy to say, but to put it into practice is considerably more difficult. Thirty years later and I am just now beginning to understand what it means.

There was a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen or talked to for several years. He lived in Rochester NY and I was living in Toronto at the time. I was at a party and the noise, smoke and general busyness had driven me to close my eyes and I suppose I went into kind of a trance, or a waking dream. A hole opened up in front of me and I was sucked into what became a long tunnel. I travelled for an unknown amount of time and began to slow down when my buddy from Rochester appeared. We looked at each other in stunned disbelief and all of a sudden the link was broken and I was back at the noisy, smoky party, wide awake and trying to make sense of what had just happened.

 

Six months passed and I ran into my friend from Rochester. The first thing we did was to point at each other and said “Hey! Did you…?” We talked about how amazing it was and tried to figure out why it happened. We guessed that for some reason, we were thinking about each other and a connection was made. It hasn’t happened since, but I am open to the possibility. It sure would save a bundle on my phone plan.

Perhaps in some small way, John and I had a connection yesterday when we were both thinking about our buddy Ken. I’m just as happy that it was between John and me, if Ken had joined in it would have gone from cool to freaky.