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.

As soon as I got into town I went to the hill    That's always my first stop every time I've gone back home since 1989 after the two 'mindquakes' I had that year.

My first stop was on the side of the road near the hill  That's the location where my 13 years old body (1945) had experienced an event that was most important in my later life. It was only in 1989 that I was made aware that it  had happened early in life to  prepare  for the first mindquake in 1984.   The fence had been removed so I decided to walk to the top. I noticed it  no longer seemed to be the high hill that I remembered. It seemed more like a mound, certainly not a high hill. I remembered a very high hill.

Somewhat humorously I wondered how much erosion had changed the contours. Could I have experienced being 'in a high place' mentally that day when I was 13 and somehow the physical location had only 'seemed' to be a high place?  Could I have 'observed' my mental state of being in a 'high place' rather than the hill? (Believe me, that can happen!) As I paused to consider how the hill seemed to have shrunk drastically 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 odd. It was a comment I didn't have the sense "I" made. Although I still don't know what produces these 'inserted comments', I do notice them now.

Anyway I spent a few moments thinking about "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 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 feet. It seemed that a few minutes passed while this went on. I was baffled and indecision gripped me.

"Shall I check it out? Shall I be a fool, feel really stupid  when I pluck up some piece of junk or Shall I not even check it out?'.

I cannot describe how I experienced a sense of being shamed for wanting to know what that glimmer of apparent gold was, of how a sense of a  great personal risk  held me poised and motionless.

Then suddenly I put my foot back into the car, gripped a handhold so I couldn't fall then 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 colored metal pocket watch. 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 seemed to have been  almost repeated in the manufacturer's name. How odd! By the year 2000 I am accustomed to odd events.

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 Watch

The thought: "The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty" has one word in it, 'majesty' that was in a real way repeated back to me exactly. That's thinking about this kind of coincidence in a new way, it was not easy to formulate the idea that it's a kind of 'echo'. That word kept coming at me in many ways prior to 1989 and it was not easy to attach it to this kind of event because so much time and so many other events 'built' it, this is the culmination of a very long string of events. Decades of events built towards this event but no other person would know that and I would not be able to articulate enough information to convince anyone else.

It's an event but it's a kind of word, a complicated encyclopedic word that conveys it's own meaning instantly. It's a very, very long word that 'tells' me more than I can write because of the way the word was said to me in the peculiar situation and the history of the hill over a span of decades in my life but other lives than mine built the string.

 What does that mean to me? The implication is that the 'thought' about the hills of Indiana not being noted for their majesty originated in a part of my mind that knew or seemed to know the future so accurately but it knew me and my location just as accurately. "IT"  knew where the watch was embedded but my  actual location  was known. Perhaps  my habits and ways of thinking were also known, did I have the option not to lean down to see what had caught my attention? I had parked then moved, and moved again to just that spot. Unless I had overcome the urge to 'not be silly', nothing would have happened. I could have gotten out of my car, perhaps not considering the inserted thought words: "The hills of Indiana are not noted for their majesty." when they emerged! This is not the only such event I've had, but it's the most convincing.

When I returned to my home I walked past a nicely engraved golden watch fob laying somewhat decoratively (I thought) on the window sill. I had bought it several years ago. It now is attached to the Majesti watch in the picture.

This event identified my location on the planet. It described to me by echoing  back, a word I'd said (or a word that had been produced in my thought, which I observed rather than 'thinking it' myself);  repeating a  specific detail that was in front of me  saying that word back to me whether it was my own production or from another source, directing me to a certain location before I saw the object.  Did I 'find' the watch or was I maneuvered to land directly over it? ' I've felt 'manipulated' but that's a common experience now.

That's more than a coincidence. Thinking that way about this kind of incident is possible only because it's happened several times in a way that cannot be distrusted.

 The event was quite odd, but consider what I went through 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?