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Out on a Limb – Shirley MacLaine
I remember how, when living with the Masai in Kenya and traveling to Tanzania, I was met by other Masai who knew my name and the fact that I had been made a Masai blood sister without anyone telling them.

I accepted the safari white hunters' explanations that they believed the Masai had perfected thought transference. They said that the Masai had no other form of communication with each other throughout Africa so, out of necessity and also because they were communal thinkers, they could do what the white and civilized world was too competitive to do-communicate through clear mental telepathy and thought transference to their brothers.

.. I accepted what the white hunters told me.

First, they had had a great deal of experience and years of observing the Masai and their habits and behavior patterns and second, it just made sense to me. I had no problem understanding that the energy of human thought could live and travel outside of the human brain. It didn't seem outlandish or preposterous to me at all. Nor to the white hunters, for that matter, and they were certainly practical students with down-to-earth experience of primitive tribes.

I thought of many moments in my life when I knew something was going to happen, and it did. When I knew someone was in trouble, and they were. When I knew someone was trying to reach me, and they did. I had often had such flashes about people I knew well. I would, for example, know that a close friend had just checked into the International Hotel in Seoul, Korea. I would call on a lark and he'd be there; wondering himself how I knew he was there.

Those flashes happened to me often. And if common or garden stories are to be believed, these were experiences many, many people had had, and almost all had heard about.

As for me, I never really questioned such things. They just were. That was all.