Every once in a while, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’ll have a dream about death, funerals, and the like. Not only is this the dread of every person, the thing which all creatures resist, but as of late (as in, the past 7 years) this has been a periodic preoccupation: What if the atheists are right, what if this really is all there is and one day I will cease to be, not just physically but my soul as well?
This morning, I had another dream–not about death, but in a dorm room full of otherwise cheerful people was a section with a sort of funeral parlor, and somebody’s urn. So when I woke for church, this dream got me thinking, What if this were my last day on Earth? As I got ready, the thoughts kept coming back: What if we get into an accident on the way to church?
Since such thoughts do come occasionally yet nothing happens, I try to disregard them, consider them just imaginings, not in any way a foreboding. It is, after all, a very real threat to all living beings, that something unforeseen will happen, but usually it does not. But I got into the car and thought, What if this, a cold morning in a cold car, is my last? (My husband was driving.)
As we passed the big display/sign of a local college, I saw the time, 9:47, and thought, what if that’s my last….You get the picture. I tried to discount these as silly thoughts, because while such things do happen to people all the time, you’re far more likely to get through the day as usual.
I have had precognitive dreams in the past about other things, especially in the couple of years after the mental Link with my ex Peter. Some people have doubted the Link existed, but Peter claimed it did, it happened after he hypnotized me with a crystal, and for a while we seemed to hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s pain. If it was real and not him fooling me, it probably opened up my mind psychically for a while.
But I have not had precognitive dreams for many years, probably because–even though my pastor believed in psychic ability, since it links us to God–I feared that Peter and I had been getting into demonic areas, so I turned away from all psychic things.
In the IRC conversation in which Richard explained how he hypnotized me without my knowledge, I mentioned that Peter hypnotized me with a crystal; Richard replied, “A crystal? Oh lawdy. He was using New Age hypnotherapy, drawing energy from the sources to alter your perceptions, aka demonic.”
So not only was it possible that we did indeed have a mental link, thanks to this hypnotism, but that God and my own fear helped pull me out of it and away from demonic influences.
So the psychic abilities I seemed to have for a while after the Link ended, I have not felt in many, many years. And I have death dreams far too often to take them seriously.
I turned to look at the sign as we passed, trying to see the temperature. Then all of a sudden, as I turned back, my husband slammed on the brakes!
He thought he had the green light; a car was turning right in front of us, not stopping. For a moment, I thought it was a foreboding after all.
We got out of it all right. The brakes worked; nobody slammed into us; both cars just kept on driving on.
And I quietly freaked out, wondering…..Was that what my forebodings were all about?
Which also begs the question: If it was indeed a foreboding, then can such prophecies be diverted? In other words, I could very easily have died, but because my husband acted fast enough with instinct, none of us even got hurt. So they are not set in stone, but are warnings so we can change the future.
Whatever the case, that was frickin’ freaky. And I’m so glad I’m sitting here typing this instead of in a hospital bed–or worse.