What does the future hold? I have NO idea…

In earlier posts, I’ve explained that I’m sensitive to paranormal activity. I’m psychic, however, I don’t get many premonitions whether in the form of feelings or even prophetic dreams. I simply suck at trying to foretell the future and I’m totally okay with that because I’ve got plenty of other stuff going on.

However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t had any premonitions.

A simple one happened after my car got wrecked in 1999. As soon as the tow truck arrived, I knew the path to getting my car back on the road again was going to be long and suck pretty hard. I also knew that I needed to go through it and learn from it. Both of those feelings came true, but let’s be honest…the feelings were awfully vague and I try to learn from every experience in my life anyway, so that one was no different. Although, in this particular instance, the grief I felt I was about to embark upon was not enough to make me tell the driver not to load up my car, not to take it to that shop. I felt I was in the right place, doing the right thing and should continue on with it even though it was going to suck.

Was that a premonition? I don’t know, but I’ve had a lot of similar situations. I just chalk them up to life experiences. I’ve also had times when I’d receive a feeling and indeed I would stop what I was doing and change directions because I felt something bad would happen if I continued. The problem is that I couldn’t experience both paths at the same time, so I don’t really know if I chose the better path. There’s no way for me to check my answer other than in my heart, I felt I was making the right choice.

To me, there are triggers. Thoughts, actions, things that pop into my head which trigger me to double-check what I’m doing is the best thing for the circumstances. Sometimes I ignore them, sometimes they can’t be ignored.

I have a few friends who are pretty good with premonitions even when they’re not really trying to foretell the future. Things just unfold in ways they said they would because somehow they just knew how it would happen.

I’m not generally like that. In one instance, I was driving back to work after lunch in 1998. I was in the lane next to the sidewalk. There were cars parked solid along the street on that particular block. A black, full-size, long bed pickup truck was in the lane to my left. Clear as day, I heard my grandfather’s voice shout, “Slow down!” Because his tone was so urgent, I was kind of scared and did as he said, hitting my brake, but not hard enough to lock up my wheels.

The pickup truck came within about two inches of my front bumper as he swerved into my lane and stayed there.

I would have been slammed into all the parked cars had I not slowed down. Premonition? I don’t really know for sure, but I definitely heard Grandpa’s voice. I hadn’t heard him talk for twenty years, but I would have recognized his voice anywhere.

Fast forward to 2003 around Halloween. This was one of the big firestorm years here in Southern California. The fire had burned up to my back fence the night before and I was heading to the set of a movie I was working on as a background actor.

A sense of urgency came over me. There was a telltale tightening in my solar-plexus, heightening the urgency. I had a feeling that I really needed to turn around and go back home. I didn’t know why, but it was very, very important. However, I also felt that if I turned around, I wouldn’t get there in time to do anything about whatever bad thing was about to happen.

I also honestly knew that if I turned around, I wouldn’t be able to make it home and back before my call time. Hmmm… That left calling my husband.

“I really need you to go home right now. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen. Can you just go home and check to make sure everything is okay. Please? I’d go if I could, but I can’t. Will you do that, please? I don’t know why, but it’s important that one of us go home right now and I can’t, otherwise I would.”

Generally, my husband is a workaholic. It requires a crowbar to get him out of his office–especially in the middle of the day and, good grief what a crazy, wacko reason I was giving him to drop everything and go to the house.

But he said there was something in my voice, something in the urgency, the fear, something that made him curious.

The police still weren’t letting even residents drive up into our neighborhood, so he parked at the base of our hill and walked all the way up through the subdivision, all the way up to our house.

All was quiet. The hills were still smoldering, but the house was fine. He walked out on our back deck on the second floor and surveyed the yard, the hills, the view in general, but there was nothing wrong, nothing bad going on, nothing truly unusual.

He said just as he said to himself, “Looks like she was wrong. Oh well.” and was about to turn around and go back inside, Whoosh! One of the trees on the back hill ignited. He ran inside to find the phone, even fumbled it trying to dial 911 because he was so surprised.

Firefighters came back and put it out and all was quiet once again. He called to tell me all that had happened and swore he’d never doubt my psychic ability ever again.

Premonition? I firmly believe yes. No one told me, I just knew.

Yeah, I didn’t get the details about what was going to happen, but I knew something needed to be done at home.

Although I suck at foretelling the future, I believe that if the event is important enough, I’ll pick up enough information to do something about it–whether that “something” is simply preparing for the worst or actively participating in an outcome that likely would not have happened had I not gotten some sort of feeling about the situation.

If I hadn’t called my husband, he definitely would not have been there and who’s to say whether that tree would’ve sparked fire on our property or that of our neighbors. But I do believe that since he witnessed the ignition, he was able to get the situation taken care of before it could escalate. Premonition or not, I’m glad no one’s house burned down.

Also, for the most part, most of my ability lies in feelings, empathy, emotion, not the physical senses, so in order to make heads or tails of what I feel, I have to tune in or interpret the information I receive through my sixth sense. And it’s not easy. It takes practice. And each situation is different although the same basic foundations are there. The more I encounter, the more I learn, the more educated I am in order to figure out how to deal with the next encounter and so on.

For those who don’t have this kind of sensitivity, the best way I can describe it right now is for you to go into your bedroom. You see everything that’s there. The furniture, whatever might be on it and around it, even the carpet on the floor, the light fixture or fan on the ceiling. You see it. You know it’s there.

Okay, now close your eyes. Can you still see it…or at least imagine it? Probably not in the same detail, but you can remember the basics.

That’s kind of how my sense works. Some things are easy to interpret…like if I walk into my bedroom, I know where the bed is and even if I didn’t, I know what a bed feels like, so if I trip over it or something, I can still identify it as a bed.

If I’m already blindfolded and I walk into a room I’m unfamiliar with, I find myself paying particular attention to the sound my footsteps make and whether they echo off of anything other than walls and how far away those walls are located from where I walk in.

I also use my sense of smell. For instance, I might know I’m in a garage because I can smell the motor oil. Then because there’s concrete under my feet, I can make the assumption that it’s most likely a garage. Plus, the echo of my footsteps off of the space plus all of the various items, some large, some small helps, too. It’s still an assumption, though, but a somewhat educated one because I’ve been in many garages and am familiar with the most common contents.

Each experience builds on the ones prior.

(I think this is also one of the reasons I seek out small adventures in my life and try to have as many different life experiences as I can. For instance, I work as a background actor because it takes me to places I wouldn’t likely go, I meet people I wouldn’t likely meet and I do things I wouldn’t normally do.)

Beyond these physical senses, my sixth sort of comes alive, sensing energy. To me, every object has energy. Some objects more than others. One of the hard parts is figuring out which objects commonly have what energy and that’s where my sense leads me in strange directions sometimes.

And sometimes, objects have picked up energy from people who’ve come in contact with them and the energy I sense isn’t from the object, but from the person. In many of those instances, I feel emotions. Sort of borrowed emotions that I can separate from my own. I know they aren’t mine, but they’re coming from somewhere.

I’ve mentioned that I’ve worked in several theaters. I was mainly a lighting technician, so I spent a lot of time in the dark. I always wondered why I was able to navigate so well in pitch darkness, but really, it makes sense… I read the energy coming from the catwalks, the fixtures, the pipes, the crawlspaces, the cables. Yeah, I’ve tripped over tons of stuff, but for the most part, navigating in the dark is something I’ve always been able to do quite well, even on stairways and ladders.

Okay, now back to being blindfolded. What if instead of being in a room full of objects, you’re in a room full of people? No one’s talking, yet you know you’re in the middle of a big surprise party just waiting to erupt. But they’re people you’ve likely never met before.

Welcome to my world. I hope you’re not as shy as I am or it’ll get really hard to deal with sometimes and you’ll want to turn it off, but it never stops.

Why are they here?

Apparently, that’s for them to know and you to find out…one way or another…

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