This is a rudimentary way to blog, but since I can’t use LiveWriter anymore, this is all I have. [So, I don't want no heat for no misspelled words or errors, people!] This is just a quickie I feel is warranted.
Some of you know I see certain things. Meaning, I kinda see them BEFORE they happen. This site is either in my real dreams at night, or a flash when I’m just doing something ordinary, but mostly when I’m reclining in the car seat [no, not the carseat. I may be petite, but I can't fit in one of those. My feet alone--never mind.] I lay back with my eyes closed and go into a weird sleep- cycle/trance-like state.
I tracked my premonitions for about a month once, and I think I posted it to the blog, but I don’t remember. Someone told me I was Sensitive [I've also been told I'm insensitive, but whatever]. Someone else told me I was an Empath–which I’m not. Empaths feel things other people feel. [While I may feel for you, I don't feel with you.] I’m actually precognitive, or, I’m a Pre-Cog. And not a very efficient one. Oh, I’m accurate, all right–but to what end? Usually doesn’t do me or anyone else any good.
One time it did, for sure. [Giggle. Snort.] I was at the racetrack with a friend. I glanced at the name of every horse in every race. [I always cover up the odds.] Ah! I looked at my friend. “It’ll be Tenacious Tina in the 5th race.” At the proper time, we strolled over to the paddock as the horses for the 5th were comin’ out. Tina was a bit uppity. In fact: slathering, jumpy, and downright misbehavin’! My friend said, “Not a chance. She just ran her race right here.” So, losing a couple of bucks would be no big deal, right? I bet on her anyway. Won by 10 lengths. [Not me, Tina. And, no, I wasn't gambling! I knew she was gonna win.] Sorry, back to the pertinent stuff.
[For the sake of space, the dialogue isn't in paragraphs. Remember--no complaints!] Today, we were driving home from The Genius Child’s softball practice. I was reclining with my eyes closed, and I blurted out, “Be careful. A big green truck is gonna to be driving on the wrong side of the street.” “Ah, Mom. We literally just passed a big green truck sitting on the side of the road.” The hubby [he's such a sweet man] said, “She’s right. Someone was in the driver’s seat, just sitting there.” “Well,” I said, eyes still closed, “He’s gonna go the wrong way. Hasn’t yet.”
Why do I bring this up? Beacause yesterday I was reclining and in the same state, and I babbled, “A white or light-colored car or small truck is gonna catch fire.” Since what I see usually happens within 48 hours of when I see it, I thought I’d pass it on. So, for y’all who drive a light-duty truck or a car that’s white or light in color: if your ‘Check Engine’ light goes on, or if you’ve been having electrical problems, please get it fixed. This wasn’t a fire-after-a-wreck situation. But flames engulfed the car/truck. [Smoke obstructed my view, hence, the sketchy details. Sorry!]
Other updates just to draw out this blog as I nothing else whatsoever to do…. I had a few site-ings several months back. And I spell it that way on purpose, as it distinguishes these from normal ‘sightings.’ Also, because I think the English language is ridiculous. [The ridiculous ridiculous. How many sounds do the letters 'ough' make???] A friend who knows about my ‘gift’ called to ask if I’d had any premonitions recently. I said, “Yeah, I did yesterday, but they couldn’t involve you.” I chuckled. She said, ”What were they?” “Well, someone is gonna go scuba diving and get chased by a shark [we're juuust a bit of a trek from shark-infested waters up here], and if someone goes to an event where a lot of folks are gathering, there will be a brawl, and someone will get hurt.” [An event in Aguanga where a lot of folks are gathering is usually comprised of about 9 people.] I was satisfied my friend would feel relief that these premonitions couldn’t pertain to her in any way. Then she said, “Actually, that makes perfect sense. My kids asked permission to go to a relative’s house, so they could….” [Yada, yada.]
I normally don’t mention site-ings. Why don’t I mention my site-ings? Because I never get a name or date, so who am I supposed to warn? [It's way frustrating, dudes.] Then it happened. I finally got a premonition with not only a name, but a date. What I saw was heinous, and in my dream, I remember being inconsolable. I sobbed. And sobbed. When I woke up, I surmised I sobbed because I didn’t tell my friend what I saw. So, I called her up. “Jane [not her real name], I don’t know quite how to tell you this, because it’s unpleasant, and has to do with one of your kids.” “You know I believe in what you see, so please tell me.” Okie dokie. “Ah, the day before Halloween, please keep Jane Junior close. Don’t let her go out alone for any reason.” “Why?” “Because if you do, a man will strangle her to death.” –[Beastly!] And mighty sobering. Mayhap due to the severity of the situation, I got the name and date. Don’t know. Said friend kept the kidlet under wraps, and no heinous crime was committed against her. Wish more situations were like that.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, less than 48 hours before the earthquake and tsunami hit Japan, I looked at the hubby and said, “Giant earthquake coming … but not for us.”
I was ready to give up on writing (I did my research and it looked all big, bad and scary!) when I got an email from WV Writers. I had it checked to delete without opening, but I had a feeling I had to open it. You were the featured guest. I read your bio and I chuckled and I giggled. Then your mantra ‘spoke’ to my situation…”I never fail..because I don’t quit till I succeed.”
For that motivation alone, I am eternally grateful.
These things are ancient and so far, in every culture I’ve visited, there is some form of this type of ‘site-ings’. Only in the last few hundred years have we become ‘too smart’ for such things. I often wonder what other instincts we lost (and are losing) because of the fall.
De-evolution is what I call it, and I have proof; just turn on you’re tv.
I recently broke down and joined Linked In. I figured that, if it has gone public, there must be something to it. I was shocked to find out that it sucked up all my contacts and spit out their contacts. Through my friend Natasha Kern, I found your blog (though I knew your name before).
As for the pre-cog thing. I believe that we all have a potential for precognition. Except, some of us listen, and others don’t.
Do you think that the stock broker at Wall Street could use some of those talents? Sure, but those guys and gals are so immersed in money and fear of losing it, they don’t listen to that tiny little voice that says, “Forget this bull. Go bear!”
I don’t have a lot of pre-cog, though I believe that women are more in tune with the Great Big Mother Earth, but I try to make sense of particularly vivid dreams. The sad part is that dream interpretation is just that: interpretation. Who knows what it all really means?