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Ever listen to that little itch-like feeling..?

  Have you ever had anything happen to you that you couldn’t explain? Could it be a guardian angel or your higher self, or other protecting you? tiny feather

  Just a couple examples…

  Once I was coming out of a side-street (image thumbnail above for a visual) I was approaching the intersection to make a right turn, I happened to have a green right arrow at the time. It was about that time that a very insistent feeling came over me. It wasn’t a voice, I just knew something was about to happen, something was wrong and I needed to be careful. It was then that it just came clear to me and it was one of the few times I said out loud before it happened (to the person in my truck with me) “Someone is about to pull an illegal Uie, right in front of us”. Just then I reached the intersection and had to slam on the breaks as sure enough, someone pulled a U-turn cutting me off. I slammed on my breaks and at the same time my horn (my foot goes on the breaks because of an idiot they are going to hear about it) blank expression on the other driver.  Grrr.

   The person I was with said, “Wow!” Then, “How did you know that was going to happen?” Me “I just did”. You can’t put that sort of thing into words. You don’t get enough of a warning to prepare a thought process, just two options, either you do as warned or you don’t and live the consequences.

  Most people think back on an event that went wrong in their lives and can think of at least one if not a handful of these types of warnings. After those terrible bombings last week several callers who came on the air through the news said, “My friend who was in the race, her leg cramped up delaying her a few min, that’s never happened to her before..” and many others like it.

   Another example of my own. a couple of Easter sundays ago I was in a gas station (again image thumbnail above) I had that horrible feeling again. When something bad is about to happen its a heavy feeling, annoying. Almost like someone sitting on your chest, but instead of a localized sensation like that it was a heavy feeling all around me. As if something outside of me was trying to gain my attention. I was delaying as much as possible waiting for this feeling to lighten up, as it often will if I just wait long enough for some time to pass. The person I was with was going bonkers wanting to leave. I had filled my tank with gas, then I decided that I needed to fill my handbags purel bottel with the bigger one I keep in my truck “It’s a little low”. It was easier to delay like this then actually say, “Well, I have this weird and very overpowering feeling that if we leave right now… something really bad will happen… so I’m staying put… and consequently.. so are you”. 

   Now to jump to the action. At that time if I had left when I finished pumping gas we would have been front vehicle in the left hand turn lane in the picture (green circle). Instead I had delayed just long enough that by the time we pulled out of the gas station we had the unpleasant experience of baring witness to a drunk slam into that poor soul who took our place. First were the squeel of tires, then the white mid 90’s SUV came plowing around that corner on two tires and slammed into the front left corner of a white truck. I parked my truck in the middle of the road and ran down. In this time the drunk in the SUV had made to back away and take off, this is when two other witnesses in monster trucks (raised, etc) boxed him in. It took a few seconds for the drunk to realize what was up, he then proceeded to exit his SUV and run into the shopping centre which also held the gas station we were just in. Both men in the monster trucks take off after him. It was then that I left my cautious approach and ran down to the truck.

  Turns out the guy didn’t just hit anyone.. it was the areas police chiefs daughter and son in law. (Ouch! For the drunk when he sobered up – yes they easily caught him. I was told they both jumped him like a football player, they came back with big grins on their faces hauling the drunk back to the waiting cops) The couples truck was totaled. The husband had whiplash and we had trouble keeping him sitting, the wife (PC daughter) banged up her knees. It made me feel bad that it was them instead of me. Avoidance guilt? My truck was a heck of a lot smaller than theirs had been, so I fear we would have faired far worse. At any rate, I hope they healed up.

  Anyone ever had a similar experience?

©Trilbytiny feather
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The mailbox and a guardian angel

Wrought iron mail boxes. They have decorative elegance, they are sturdy… unassuming. You see them in almost every neighborhood.

   Back in my teens the neighborhood kids and I used to hang out on the street in the late evenings, we’d wander around and sit on the curbs and talks for hours, typical stuff. One evening we decided to ‘hang-out’ just outside our street, which was out of the norm for us. We sat down on the curb next to one of these innocent mailboxes.

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Red arrow where we sat next to what used to be one of these wrought iron mailboxes..
Blue arrow where we moved to sit later.

   I sat closest to this mailbox. I had two male friends to my right, one friend standing in the street in front of us and another standing on the sidewalk to the right of us. We sat there for, I don’t know, ten, fifteen minutes. During that time I had a horrible sinking type feeling ‘around me’. I was ignoring it as it didn’t make sense. I was listening to my friends and joining in on the chatter from time to time.

   This feeling became stronger, like an itch that needs scratching, a nagging, something impending. It felt like it was behind me in concentrate this time. I kept ignoring it. Why not? The neighborhood was quiet it was 9-10pm at night and we were keeping noise levels down. It was peaceful out.

   Again the feeling came in a wave, but this time I felt a touch on my left shoulder. I leaned back to face my two friends sitting next to me, thinking the one two seats down had reached over and tapped me on the shoulder. We made eye contact when he saw me looking at him and gave me a “What?” expression. I asked him if he tapped me, but I hadn’t seen his arm lower, in fact he was resting his upper body weight on his elbows on his knees. I said I thought I felt someone tap me. Both boys next to me said they didn’t and we resumed conversation.

   It was another few min of this strong feeling, only now I was starting to feel like we needed to move. It wasn’t words or thoughts it was like when you are sitting in the sun and you are uncomfortable and want to look for shade, so it still didn’t feel like it was a message from another being or intelligent life. I almost brought it up a handful of times, but thought it was silly.

   It was then that I felt an overwhelming feeling to move and felt the contact of a strong hand on my right shoulder from behind. I jumped turned my head and jumped to my feet at the force of the ‘message’ that time. Nobody was behind me and again nobody had any retreating limbs that might have touched me that time. For fact it felt like a hand that time, no question.

   Everyone was staring at me because of my standing so quickly and startled expression. I said nothing about what just happened, but instead said. “We need to move. I mean, lets go and sit on the curb in the shadows over there instead. It’s too open here”. When I said it that feeling subsided in a rush as if it agreed that would be much safer.

   Everyone stood up without complaint and we all slowly moved around the bend and settled on the curb where we might usually sit.

   Two min later there was a screech of tires and crashing sound and we see that sturdy, wrought iron mailbox sailing through the air, about eight feet off the ground, illuminated by headlights. It didn’t hit the ground the first time until it was about 70 feet down the hill were it proceeded to bounce and roll the rest of the way down. Quite a racket at that time of night.

   The boys and I were silent with mouths agape. The only thing you could hear was the mailbox and a running engine to a vehicle which was on the sidewalk. We then smelt cigarette smoke and saw a startled man start to walk down the hill after the mailbox. He saw us at the same time and said, “Man, I dropped my cigarette in my lap”. We replied, “Not two min ago we were sitting right next to that mailbox.” You could see the color drain from his face while he stood in his headlights.

   The boys never put two and two together that I might have predicted that, and I never said anything to them. I didn’t want them to think me weird for these types of experiences that I get.

   Since I was very young I had received little signs that there is intelligent life out there that goes otherwise unseen, a lot of things out there that we simple humans have yet to uncover or perhaps aren’t supposed to know about fully. Guardians, angels, spirit guides… god or other. This was one of the first times I learned that they could interfere with and save our lives if they choose… and if we decide to pay attention and listen to the signs.

©Trilbytiny feather
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Early encounter with the other side

   One of the earliest experiences I had was back when my family was living in the UK. I was about two or three years old at the time, my mother and I were the only ones home. I was sitting in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. The hallway was centrally located in the bungalow home,  so you could pretty much see every room from where I sat, right in the middle of the house. I was facing the kitchen, as that was were my mother was, she had her back to me and was washing up in the sink. I remember gazing at her occasionally while I played with a sack of wooden blocks.

   After a short time the light from the window on the upstairs landing changed as if someone or something had walking across the floor in front of it, this caused me to look up. It was then that I had my first encounter with a spirit/ghost whatever you want to call it. There was a solid man standing at the top of the stairs and he was staring down into me with a look on his face as if he didn’t want me there. I don’t know what his problem was that he should look at such a small child like that, an innocent child who was minding their own business. My sister and I were always quiet and well behaved, never ran around screaming nor were we destructive. This expression has haunted me all the years since.

   It was my first lesson in learning that true fear can be paralyzing. I remember wanting to look at my mother for help, but couldn’t. Even at that young age I knew there was nobody in the house other than my mother and myself, I knew this man didn’t belong and I knew that he didn’t want me there. I was stuck staring at him and he in turn glowering back at me.

   He was tall, dark short brown hair with tan pants and a red plaid (I believe that was the pattern, that detail is starting to fog) shirt. He appeared quite solid. He looked real, but in the same sense I knew he couldn’t be as I hadn’t seen my mum let him in.

   Finally I was able to lower my eyes to my mum at the sink and when I simply looked back up again he was gone. The only way he could have disappeared was to cross that window again into my parents room, and the light had not been blocked out a second time. He simply vanished. I remember getting up and tearing into the kitchen and my mother. She searched the house and found nothing. She later told me that my aunt would never go upstairs as she didn’t like the feel of the attic.

   That experience left me insecure and I became very close to my mum after that. She thinks it might have been my grandfather who had died in the house before I was born, but he had been a kind man who apparently liked children. This spirit could have been from anywhere in the local area, attached to an object or the land itself. In my heart I don’t feel he was a relation.

   I wonder if he ever moved on or if he is still miserable and possibly stuck living with others in that home.

©Trilbytiny feather

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