posted on Aug, 17 2010 @ 12:47 AM
Mmmm. I’ve come to call them psychic slaps.
I’ve had and continue to have too many to mention here, but a few definitely stand out. My ‘special’ number seems to be 555 and I see it all the
time in random places. Now, I usually keep the occurrences of noticing these things to myself, but one day I was driving along in the car and, for no
particular reason, brought it up to my spouse who shrugged it off when suddenly a car went zooming by, but not before we noticed the license plate:
There have been other seemingly out-of-the-blue happenings that made me pause to wonder. Years ago there was a fellow I had known only socially
through friends. This individual always struck me as unusually dignified, composed and humanitarian. Just plain interesting really, although I
didn’t know him very well. Though I hadn’t seen or heard about him in many years, one night I had a dream about him out of the blue. It was odd
because even when I did bump into him our encounters were simply social, and relatively infrequent. The very next morning while waiting for a
connecting flight in Vancouver I was stunned to see him walk up out of nowhere to say hello just before he was boarding a flight. Bizarre! I
couldn’t bring myself to admit to my dream, but I felt my stomach drop about three stories.
There have been other syncs, not so pleasant. One night, I had a feeling, a strong feeling about another individual. Again, out of nowhere. This was
afriend of someone very dear to me although I didn’t know this individual well at all. That night, even though my car was sitting parked with a flat
tire, I went so far as to have my sister (who incidentally thought I was nuts) drive across town to pick me up and then proceed to drive me all the
way over to his house across the other side of the city. We sat in front of the house for a couple minutes at about ten-thirty at night. After
debating for a few minutes about whether I should knock, I decided it would be preposterous to knock with no apparent ‘reason’ to be there. This
was a decision I continue to regret. He was found hanged the next morning. I will never ignore a gut feeling like that again. These feelings do not
come frequently, but when they do I heed them.
I never like to end on a sad note; more often than not there are many good things that happen, too. I do not consider myself “psychic” in any way,
but I am of the opinion that humans are the one species that have instinct beaten and bred right out of them. Anytime the universe speaks to you in
artful or inexplicable ways, you should pay attention.
[edit on 17-8-2010 by Auntie Matter]