Being or seeming to be everywhere at the same time; omnipresent:
Psalm 138:7-8 (Ps 139 in Protestant Bible) “Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.”
When I was in first grade, I walked four blocks to school. We lived on North Market Street in Springfield, Ohio, and I would turn left onto Center Street and proceed directly to the school on West Pleasant Street.
Crossing Washington Street could be a bit tricky as the New York Central train tracks ran down the middle of the street, but the railroad watchman that would halt traffic when a train approached would escort me across the street so, I felt safe.
The one thing about my grandma, who would escort me to the corner of Market and Center Streets, would always admonish me to “Walk, don’t run!” After I got around the corner, I would look back to see if she was watching. For some reason I always felt that woman was ubiquitous. I would start running and on a couple of occasions I would hear, “Boy, STOP running!” or when I got home at the end of the school day she would tell me that she knew I was running to school and that I had better quit it.
I didn’t know how she knew so much about my activities then, I became a parent and, it just happens. We know what those kids are doing or, at least we make them believe we know what they are doing. It’s a parent thing.
I remember coming home from school one day and grandma turned me over her knee and gave me a few swats on the backend. I asked, “Why are you spanking me?” She said, “You know what you did!”