I'm not a great believer in the supernatural, ghosts, Clair Voyance, or any of that sort of thing. But the one thing that baffles me, is our uncanny ability to pick up when we are being watched.
For some time now I have been pondering, how on earth does this work. For every experience since, my "peripheral vision" theory seemed a possible explanation. I was starting to believe that our peripheral vision was unconciously feeding information, without any concious recognition of what it was seeing. The other day, my theory was finally blown out of the water.
I had come to a standstill, due to traffic lights at some roadworks. All of a sudden, I got the strong sensation that we were being watched. I told the wife (she was in the passenger seat) and pointed towards where I thought the sensation was coming from (behind us to the left but from an elevated position). I couldn't even see what I was pointing at (as the roof of the car was in the way). When she turned to look, there was a boy, looking straight at us from an upstairs window, through binoculars.
Due to the angle of the house to the road, I hadn't even been able to see this window on our approach. It wasn't until I bent over and looked back through the passenger window, that I finally saw the lad for myself.
I'm sure most people must have these types of experiences. Any theories?
For some time now I have been pondering, how on earth does this work. For every experience since, my "peripheral vision" theory seemed a possible explanation. I was starting to believe that our peripheral vision was unconciously feeding information, without any concious recognition of what it was seeing. The other day, my theory was finally blown out of the water.
I had come to a standstill, due to traffic lights at some roadworks. All of a sudden, I got the strong sensation that we were being watched. I told the wife (she was in the passenger seat) and pointed towards where I thought the sensation was coming from (behind us to the left but from an elevated position). I couldn't even see what I was pointing at (as the roof of the car was in the way). When she turned to look, there was a boy, looking straight at us from an upstairs window, through binoculars.
Due to the angle of the house to the road, I hadn't even been able to see this window on our approach. It wasn't until I bent over and looked back through the passenger window, that I finally saw the lad for myself.
I'm sure most people must have these types of experiences. Any theories?