This event which seems to me to be quite amazing, happened in 2000 when I went back to Ladoga for my 50th alumni banquet. I graduated mid century, in 1950. These details are not completely insignificant, by the way, that I was born in 1932, graduated in 1950 and witnessed the strange doings that marked the end of the millennium when 1999 turned over. I went to Indiana in April 2000 to attend the Class of 1950 alumna. Only 11 attended.

I went to the hill, (this link can be read later) as I have done every time I've gone back home since 1989, when I was in Indiana with my husband. We were in the divorce mode' as he put it, I was not well then. In 2000 I was a divorcee.

My first stop was on the side of the road near the hill. The fence had been removed so I decided to walk to the top which no longer seemed to be the high hill that I remembered. It was a mound, certainly not a high hill. I remembered a very high hill.

Somewhat humorously I wondered how much erosion had changed the contours or if I'd simply experienced being 'in a high place' mentally that day when I was 13, when the event had happened.  Somehow the physical location had  seemed to be a high place. Could I have 'observed' my being in a 'high place' in my mental state rather than the hill? (Believe me, that can happen!) As I paused to consider how the hill seemed to have shrunk over the years, a thought occurred into my mind:

"The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty."  The  quiet words of thought caused me to smile to myself because of the stilted way the sentence was formed. "I don't talk like that do I?"  I hesitated because this thought seemed quite oddly not me, and although I still don't know what produces these 'inserted comments', I notice them now. I've experienced a few similar spontaneous insertions.

Anyway I spent a few moments thinking about the odd thought: "The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty." then I opened the car door to get out. But suddenly I felt like my car was too near traffic, so I decided to move to the other side of the road. I did a U-turn, parked then turned off the motor. As I opened the door I noticed that my car was too near a road sign and might obscure it. So I started the car and pulled ahead another 15 or so feet.

Opening the car door, putting my foot out but not yet touching the ground I noticed a glimmer of gold just under my foot. I leaned down intending to see what it was but I was stopped by a distinct 'awareness' that I have to describe as though it was more than a thought process. This 'awareness' remarked to me this was a very silly thing for an aging female to do. "Are you really going to spend time picking up a candy bar wrapper, or a beer bottle cap, or someone's junk?"

There was a distinct effort made by this 'thought entity', to make me feel foolish, stupid and absurd to even be curious about what it was that was 'glittery' beneath my foot.

It seemed that a few minutes passed while this went on. I was baffled and indecision gripped me. "Shall I check it out." and be a fool, feel really stupid or "Shall I not even check it out?'. I cannot describe how a sense of being ashamed for wanting to know what that glimmer of apparent gold was, of how a sense of a 'risk'  held me poised and motionless.

Then suddenly I put my foot back into the car and leaned down to probe in the grass. My fingers touched something hard which I had to probe very little to extract. It was a gold metal pocket watch. Although it was embedded in the grass it wasn't dirty so it must have fallen from someone's pocket recently.

The watch was manufactured, as best I could make out from the engraved name by The Majestic Watch Co. Having just spent some minutes over a thought: "The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty." it occurred into my mind that the word 'majesty' was similar to 'majestic'. It was a word that still lingered in my mind and it was almost repeated in the manufacturer's name. How odd!

I couldn't open the watch but later someone else opened it. The name on the face was Majesti. It was the Majesti Watch Company. The word in my unusual thought.

The thought: "The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty"  was in a real way repeated back, but I had found  the object on which the word was said to me,  describing  where I was by echoing back what I had heard in my thought!! Telling me something: a detail of what was in front of me in this 'real objective event'. It revealed my location on the planet! But I had been directed to that exact location! Incidents that had happened in my life span of decades had created this discovery of a watch that someone had lost!!! Careful planning?  Perfect timing???  I knew my history and I knew how many years of events had happened to put me in that exact location, right over a pocket watch that someone had lost! That person had joined my life story by accident???  Not likely!! Who created this incident?

That was quite odd, considering what I had done to get to just that spot on the planet: I had changed my landing spot three times, and put my foot just above this object.

Extraordinarily fine 'global satellite positioning'? If that is not precision of a sort that cannot be explained by sheer coincidence or randomness, what is it?

When I got home I walked through the kitchen,  noticing on the window sill a watch fob I'd had for years. I'd owned it for years.  I had thought it rather nice although I don't carry a pocket watch.  I'd put it there on the window sill a few weeks prior to my trip, for some reason....... The fob and the watch are now linked.The Majesti Watch