When I suddenly find myself aroused at 4 in the afternon when I’m neither ovulating nor premenstrual, I suspect that someone with whom I have what Kinky Friedman calls a “current pelvic affiliation” is thinking of me in a lascivious manner.
Don’t you?
I’ve been aware of these connections for at least 26 years, maybe more. Often, I can confirm them.
I first confirmed them when I was working just a couple of miles from home back in the 80’s when I was married to Charles. He didn’t go in to work until late in the afternoon. So, sometimes, I would come home for lunch, unexpectedly, when I had one of these err… urges, and find him with his pants to his knees and Penthouse in his lap. That was sometimes okay. It was my subscription, anyway. Sometimes, I was able to redirect the energy to myself.
Other times, I have to make a phone call and ask or maybe I compare notes later.
I’m usually correct. It’s much easier when I have only one CPA, and most of the time, it only occurs with the one I’m most connected to.
How it happens, I’m not completely sure. I do love Spider Robinson’s novels, though, particularly for the idea in many of them that the human race is going to “get telepathic.” It shows up in the Callahan series a couple of times and is a huge part of Star Dancer, which he wrote with his wife, Jeanne, much earlier in his career than I realized until I checked. Damn, he’s good.
While I think sex is a strong feeling that may be easier to sense, this connection also shows up in other ways, not always sexual.
For example, once upon a time, I was “taking 30 minutes,” again, in the 80’s, which is basically my midday meditation. My husband, Charles, was at work. He was sitting outside on a bench having lunch. When he came home that night, he started telling me about this big huge bumblebee that had circled his head while he was having lunch. I told him that I had had a kind of OOBE (Out Of Body Experience) during my midday meditation in which I felt I was flying over someone’s head and circling. I did not even recognize it as him.
We compared times and basically agreed that something unusual had occured. It was possible that I had looked like a bumblebee and was flying over his head during lunch.
These connections are both comforting and inspiring to me. They seem to mean that I am not alone. I kinda like that.
Love, Ann
