I'll share this weird little incident because I think it raises profound questions about even the lowliest of animals. As God is my witness, this is absolutely true.
I'd been puttering in my garage for a few minutes. It's an old single-car garage built from pine in 1940.
As I started for the open door, an inner voice said, very clearly, "Look in that box."
Below a shelf in my garage were six cardboard boxes. I knew what was in all of them.
The voice didn't say "Look in those boxes." It said, very specifically, "Look in
that box."
I somehow knew it meant the General Motors box that held my air compressor. I mumbled, "I don't need to look in that box. I know what's in it. I use the compressor every month."
I took another step toward the door. "LOOK IN THAT BOX!!!" There was no doubt about this.
OK, OK, OK.
I looked in the box and saw my compressor. Lying next to it, surrounded by days' worth of his own feces, was an unusually large pink lizard.
He appeared to be dead. He was certainly comatose, which eliminates any skeptical argument that he'd been desperately scratching and I'd subliminally picked up on it.
I gingerly lifted him out - no sign of life - and placed him on the lawn in the shade of a bush. I sprinkled him with water and set a little bowl of water beside him. In about 15 minutes, he scampered away.
So:
- Do comatose lizards nevertheless have telepathic abilities?
- Do lizards have guardian angels?
- Did my guardian angel alert me to rescue Mr. Lizard?
I'm not one of those who goes around claiming paranormal experiences where mundane explanations are more likely, but I have no mundane explanation for this. Both times, the inner voice was very clear, and the second time it was very urgent.