Impending Death ~ Recognizing Its Salutation

Sometimes I know when someone is going to die. It happened for the very first time when I was twelve years old, and it’s only happened a handful of times in my 61 years.  It’s only revealed a family member once.  It is an active physical phenomena, and it is a mental clairecognizant event.

The physical phenomena is accompanied by a physical “freezing” in place.  For several seconds I literally cannot move.  It is accompanied by a whisper that I believe is inside my head, though it could be an external whisper and I’m just not interpreting it as such.  The voice says, “Look, look at this person, look again.”  And I have to look, I have to stare, usually for several seconds at the individual, and I’m unable to turn away.  During the handful of these experiences, the voice has always said the exact same thing.

The clairecognizant event is accompanied by a solid definite “knowing” that this person is going to die very soon.

I have never actively tried to make myself knowledgeable about such events, not even with tarot reading.  I have never sought to learn how to know this thing.  I have never wanted to have this knowledge; it is inflicted on me without my knowing in advance that it’s coming, and without my desire to know.  It is something beyond my control.  I have never tried to approach someone with this pre-cognizant knowledge, or to inform anyone in any way of my experience, or the premonition concerning them and their life and imminent death.  I have spent decades of my life trying to deliberately block this information from coming through, but have been unsuccessful.  I sometimes think that my attempts to block it out may be the reason that I’ve experienced it so infrequently, with only a handful of events.

Below are descriptions of three of these “events”.

T H E _ C O L L E C T O R

The first event occurred when I was 12-years-old, and it is the only event that involved a family member, my uncle.  It is also the only event that didn’t follow the “pattern” of all the subsequent premonitions.  I’ve actually written about this very first life-changing event because, as a child, I didn’t understand what happened, and I believed for a very long time that I caused my uncle’s death by seeing the vision.

Easter Sunday 1969, when I was 12…

It had been a horrendous winter. My Aunt & Uncle had been snowed in for months. We were only able to have Easter dinner with them by driving a long route and coming in from the east as opposed to the more direct west route. Even then, we had to park our car on top of a hill and walk part of the way to their farmhouse, down a hill, across a small valley, and up over the next hill.

It was after dinner. The women were still in the kitchen chatting. My uncle and grandfather were sitting in the living room listening to music, along with my sister and me. We were both perched on the edge of a long piano stool.

I looked across the room at my Uncle, who was stretched out on the sofa, one arm behind his head. As I watched, I was startled and fascinated to see the back of the sofa suddenly swing forward and close over him. I realized that I was seeing my uncle in a coffin with the lid being closed. I shook my head and blinked my eyes to rid myself of this vision.  I looked at my grandfather and my sister to see what their reaction was, and I realized that I was the only one to see this thing.

Later in the afternoon, my uncle left the house to go outside and check the water levels in the driveway, where the melting snow was beginning to cause flooding. My sister and I were standing in the dining room window, watching him walk up to the house.

We turned away.

A second later we heard a muffled noise, and my Aunt came hysterically screaming from the kitchen doorway, “Mom! Mom!”…calling my grandmother.

My Uncle had stepped into the entryway off the kitchen and collapsed.

They called for an ambulance—which came in the wrong way, the way that was still blocked with deep snow banks, and they had to turn around to come in the same way we did. They also had to walk a gurney the same path we took, across the valley. It took so long for help to get there.

My uncle died that day.

It wasn’t until years later, in my late teens, while having a conversation with my grandmother, that I revealed to someone for the first time what I saw and how I believed that this vision caused the event.  My grandmother emphatically told me that what I saw was a premonition, and that this vision was a foretelling and had nothing to do with causing my uncle’s death.  It was at this point that I finally understood.

The young man at the Halloween party…

It was a beautiful October evening, and my then-husband and I were guests at a friend’s outdoor Halloween Party.  There was a young couple there, dressed as a bride and bride-groom, but the characters were turned around.  The young woman was dressed as the groom, and the young man was wearing a wedding dress.  During the first part of the party, I felt compelled to take a picture of this couple sitting together in a swing.

A buffet was set up in the garage, and I went by myself to fix a plate of food.  The only other person in the garage was this young man.  He had his back to me, across the room, intent on the table before him.  I was just going to pick up an empty plate, when I froze, and I heard the voice… “Look, look at this person, look again.”  I had to look.  I looked at the dark curls of the woman’s wig he was wearing flowing to his shoulder blades.  I looked at the open back of the dress, a diamond shaped cut-out revealing the  center of his back.  I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t take my eyes off this spot for several seconds.

I knew.

Later that evening, this couple had an argument and she left the party.  He was extremely angry and upset,  and he was ready to go find her.  For several minutes, family members were either trying to physically prevent him from leaving, or they were trying to talk him out of it.  Eventually, he got away from them and left in his vehicle.  One of the ladies at the party, his Aunt I believe, grabbed my wrists and looked desperately and deeply in my eyes.  “He’s going to get hurt tonight!”

I wanted to tell her, “No, he’s going to die tonight.”, but I was physically unable to do this.  I felt that strange kind of “frozen” at this moment, and was unable to speak those words to her.

The next morning we learned that in the pursuit of finding his girlfriend, this young man’s car had been hit by a train.  He did, indeed, die that night.

The man in the little green truck...

For a while, my schedule coincided with his, and magickally at 3:45 pm we would meet at the top of the overpass on northern Broad Street.  I always noticed the truck, one of those very small pickups, a pretty turquoise green-blue, and the driver was a young man.  It became a routine expected sight, and one I didn’t think much of, except to know that when I saw this truck I was precisely on time, as was he.

The man in the small green pickup on the overpass still haunts me. I drive this route everyday, this location where one day when we meet, everything seems to start moving in slow motion, and the voice says,  “Look, look at this person, look again.” , and I do, with that strange fixated frozen intensity.  I can’t stop looking. I really look at the driver for the first time, seeing details, as we’re both moving in opposite directions, but in that strange slow motion.

I see a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. I see the red baseball cap and the soft brown hair around the edges of it. I see the thick-lensed black-framed glasses and the white t-shirt. I see his hands on the steering wheel and a look of concentration on his face. I stare at him until we’ve passed, and then I watch his vehicle in my rear-view mirror until he disappears over the hill.

I knew.

Up until this event in my adult life, I had never spoken about this odd sense of premonition to anyone before, but I did after this experience. I told my daughters. I told them that I wish I knew who this young man was. I told them that if I knew where to find him, I might try to find enough courage to approach him, knowing I would sound like a crazy woman. I would tell him to take a different route, at least for a while. I told them that something awful was going to happen to this young man.

And it did.

One day, on my day off, we were outside in our front yard when the neighbor came home. He got out of his pickup and approached us, looking absolutely stunned. He said he’d just come home on the overpass, and that there had been a terrible accident. He said that a white van had plowed into several vehicles at a great speed. He said there were bodies and mangled vehicles everywhere, and it was the worst thing he’d ever seen.

The over-pass is only a few blocks from our home.

We got in our vehicle and went to the edge of the highway east of our house, where we could see the overpass clearly, we were so close. And to my shock, there was the young man’s small pickup, the driver’s door flung open, sitting cross-ways in the highway. When he was hit, he had been thrown from his pickup, at the top of the overpass, and had landed on the railroad tracks below. He was one of many casualties from this accident.

I think about this young man every time I drive over this hill.

So, being able to recognize impending death, is it a gift or a curse?  What good is seeing the future if you cannot altar it?  Why is this knowledge revealed at all?  Could the young man have been saved from his fate on Halloween night if he would’ve left that party a few minutes before or a few minutes after he did?  Would the man in the pickup have listened to me if I would’ve been able to give him a warning?

 

 

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An Important Announcement ~ at The Tarot Parlour

I’m delighted to announce a New Page going up at The Tarot Parlour ~

Zodiac Tarot Readings, as well as other Video Tarot Readings, will be posted on this page, and this page exclusively…I’m delighted to start taping astrological tarot readings again, and I’m even happier to do it away from the glare of Youtube and everything that comes with posting on that platform. The videos found on this page will indeed be uploaded to Youtube, but that is only for my convenience when it comes to sharing them. They will all be unlisted and invisible on Youtube. I’ll be embedding the videos on this page for your convenience.

“You’re Doing it Wrong” ~ How do you respond?

A gentleman once handed me a citrine stone, telling me that it would ground me, calm me down, make the atmosphere feel more settled.  I stood in open-mouthed disbelief as he plopped a beautiful polished citrine crystal in the palm of my hand.  I wasn’t so surprised at his concern or his kindness, I was more in disbelief over his choice of a stone.  For me, citrine is not something that has any of the properties that it was being praised for.  I mostly use citrine to enhance my psychic abilities.  If I want a stone that’s going to calm me down, I use rose quartz or blue lace agate.  If I wanted a stone to ground me, I’d use smokey quart or hematite.

I opened my mouth automatically, ready to correct him, but in a split second, thankfully before any speech left my mouth, I thought better.  This man was obviously talking from his own experience, and if he found citrine to be calming and relaxing, who the hell was I to tell him otherwise.

How often have we been told that we’re doing something “wrong”?  How often have we told someone else that they’re doing something “wrong”?

Whether we’re talking about stones and crystals, magickal oils, spells and rituals, reading the cards, or any other magickal undertaking or creation, it’s just like telling a cook in their own kitchen that they’re cooking “Wrong”.  Who has a right to do that?  And if we’ve never done something the way another individual does, how do we know that it doesn’t work?  Maybe it wouldn’t work for us, but that doesn’t mean it won’t work for them.

Where does this attitude come from in the pagan world?  Is it a hold-over from mainstream backgrounds that most of us have, the Judeo-Christian world of rules and regulations, do’s and don’ts?

  • Maybe a lot of us are subconsciously still trying to fit our old religion into the new one, especially those of us who might be fairly new to the pagan path.
  • We need to realize that not all pagans are alike, and all the correspondences we read and absorb from the multitude of pagan authors out there are not written in stone.  You have to find what works for YOU, whether it works for someone else or not.
  • Stop ignoring your own instincts and that little voice in your head.  You KNOW when you’re doing something right and you KNOW when you’re not.  Experiment.  Go with your gut feeling.  And then bask in your own unique individual magickal and spiritual successes.
  • Does the cat have your tongue?  When someone is spiritually bullying you into doing something the way they do, whether it’s using particular ingredients for something, or stones, or crystals, or looking at a certain tarot card in their way… Speak Up!  Be firm if you have to.  Don’t be afraid to voice your opinion and stick to your guns!
  • Stop automatically accepting the information you’re reading in all the books and websites out there and start doing some experimenting on your own.  Nothing bad is going to happen.  You’re not really going to turn your neighbor into a frog, or cause the world to stop spinning.  People who warn you against your own individualistic spiritual practices are either insecure themselves and afraid to peer outside the box, or they like the feeling of superiority it’s giving them when they tell you how something should be done.

The next time someone has the ballsy audacity to tell you you’re doing it wrong, how are you going to respond?

 

Zodiac Tarot Insights ~ May 2018!

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