When Father wants to contact one of us, we feel his thoughts in our head.

I feel your thoughts before you write them down.

He didn't need to feel her thoughts for that.

Even without trying, I can see him, touch him, feel his thoughts.

"You know, they can actually feel their own thoughts," he said about noon.

He felt her thoughts pounding their way into his skull.

They were deeply in rapport; he felt the other boy's thoughts.

Despite herself, she felt her thoughts returning to the days immediately following their last good-bye.

She felt his thoughts, open to her as never before.

It didn't help that he couldn't feel her thoughts at the moment.