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The Two Minute Psychic Warning June 30, 2008

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I was going to write about this the other day, but things got busy and I just plain forgot about. After reading my blog, if you relate to it and have had the same experience, I’d love to hear about it!

All my life, I’ve known when some things/events were going to happen before they happened. I’ve had dreams, daydreams, visions, feelings, etc. It just dawned on me that the one thing that I experience a lot is similar to what Nicholas Cage experiences in his movie, “Next.” It’s the same, yet different. In the movie, Nicholas Cage can look into the future for a few minutes and see what’s going to happen. I don’t look into the future in that way. With me, it’s like I’m “notified” right before it happens.

Let me give you some examples: I know when my phone is going to ring, and sometimes I know who it will be. I know when someone is going to show up, unannounced. I know when someone is thinking about me.

Lately, I’ve developed a two-minute rule. Two minutes before something happens, I feel it. Usually, it’s when someone is coming over, or coming in contact with me. I always know my boyfriend is coming home, two minutes before he gets here. It’s the same now with someone who calls me. I’m “alerted” two minutes before it happens. I can also be sleeping and be woken up, before I am woken up. ha ha There are many other instances where this happens. Why, all of a sudden, this two-minute rule has come into being, I have no idea. Not that I’m complaining. It’s pretty cool, actually! But strange, none the less.

What will I do with this? Pay attention to it, I guess. It must be for a reason!

Dream: A Child’s Wisdom June 30, 2008

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A strange dream woke me up this morning. I don’t think I’m likely to forget this one… it was about my 6 year old niece, whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. On to the dream:

We were in a huge field that seemed to just go on and on forever. Both of us were sitting on the ground next to each other, leaning up against a lone tree. Her bright red hair seemed to be even brighter in the dream, and she had this surreal softness about her face. Her eyes were shining brightly. The ‘feel’ of the dream was like no other I’ve ever had. Almost like we were in heaven. We were sitting there having a conversation which I don’t remember until she started talking about herself.

“Auntie” she said in the softest voice, “I’m getting sick with the Measles. I’m 4 years old and I have a busy life. I don’t have time to get sick.” And then she looked down at the ground and laughed softly. It was her laugh that struck me. It was a laugh full of irony, one that you would only hear from an adult who has been through many life experiences where not everything turned out the way they wanted it to, yet they’d survived. All I could do was look at her. And then I woke up.

I thought it odd that she said she was 4, when she’s actually 6. I realized, upon waking, that even though she told me she was getting sick, she was focused on continuing her life. On living it. She was aware that she had so much more living to do. And somehow, I felt that this sickness would be something major in her life. That she would utilitize it to help others.

I don’t know if my niece is truly sick, but I shall find out. A part of me wonders if this dream is a message to me, coming through in a way that was sure to get my attention, but that has nothing to do with my niece. My dreams speak to me in so many ways. I try not to analyze them too much, because then the message can get lost. I think maybe she was telling me that I need to keep actively living my life, no matter what hurtles I need to jump, and to keep a positive attitude. Whether that was the message or not, it was something that I needed to be reminded of.

The Rule is Move Forward, Buddy! June 25, 2008

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My daughter came over for a visit today. Pretty much to unload some stress she’d been hanging onto. My daughter likes to talk, and talk quickly she does. During her unloading process about her boyfriend, she said something that immediately made my ears perk up. Not that I wasn’t listening to her; I was. But these words, I’d never heard from her before. It wasn’t just about her boyfriend, it was about her standards. During a talk the two were having recently, she said to him, “You know the rule is Move Forward, not Back. You know that that’s my rule, if you want to be with me.” Well, I was taken back by this. She must’ve seen that by my expression, because then she explained to me that she doesn’t want to waste her life being with someone who isn’t willing to grow and mature, and just keeps going backwards.

Maybe some people would disagree with this “rule” of hers, but me? I applauded her. I know what she’s been through, and how hard she’s tried in this relationship. I’m proud of her. :)

I’ve found the answer! (humor for women) June 25, 2008

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I discovered the answer yesterday, when I saw it with my very own eyes. I first saw it happen some twenty plus years ago. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out. The first time I saw it, I got irritated. I had even asked my then-husband, “What the heck’s wrong with you?” He just stared at me, confused, not knowing how to answer. It happened many, many, many times after that, with other men. It has even happened to my son!

Over the years, I stopped trying to figure it out. Stopped asking, “Why?” I just gave in and dealt with it. I still wondered, though, why this strange phenomena was only affecting men, and not women? At least, no woman I had ever known had been affected by this.

So, yesterday, I was in the kitchen and I saw the answer with my very own eyes. There I was, having just finished doing all the dishes. I was admiring my clean kitchen, my now empty sink. And then it happened. My boyfriend walked into the kitchen, with a plate in his hand. He stood in front of the sink. Plate in hand, his arm hovered over the sink. At this point, it was like time took on a slow-motion quality. I watched him struggle to put his arm down, therefore laying the plate in the sink. But he couldn’t do it! It was like something was stopping him! Then I saw his arm slowly move to the left of the sink, where he proceeded to set the plate down on the counter. I looked at him, looked at the plate, looked at the sink. And that’s when it hit me. There was an invisible force-field over the sink!! Upon my realization, time sped up to normal again, and I looked at my boyfriend. He turned to me, smiled, and walked out of the room. He didn’t know! I thought to myself. I waved my hand over the sink a few times, trying to feel anything. But feeling nothing there. Perplexed, I backed up and watched the sink. If there was some kind of mysterious energy field there, I just had to be able to see it, or feel it, somehow. But still, nothing.

I left the kitchen and went to sit at my desk, deep in thought. My mind raced back through the years, seeing all over again the men I had known who had been afflicted by this. It all made sense! This force-field only affected men! But WHY?! I have yet to figure out that answer, but maybe one day I will. Or maybe some brilliant scientist will, and she’ll share it with the world. I looked over at my boyfriend, debating on whether or not to tell him about my discovery. But I hesitated. In all his life, he’d never questioned the force-field himself. Maybe he didn’t want to know. Maybe he thought he was the only one. I decided against telling him. But then I wondered if I should tell my son! Maybe I could help my son before it was too late! But, no, it had already hit him, too, hadn’t it? I saw it myself. My grandson – he’s only 2! Surely, this mysterious thing can’t have affected him already. I needed to call my daughter and inform her! So I did. “Mom,” she said sympathetically, “I already know about the force-field. And you’re too late. Your grandson has already been infected. I’m doing everything I can to reverse it, but it doesn’t seem to help.” I hung up the phone and sat there, thinking.

What’s a woman to do? I thought. I came up with the only conclusion I could find. To just not say anything to the men in my life, for fear of upsetting them. Breathing in deeply, I resigned myself to helping these men. I vowed that from that moment on, whenever a man in my house couldn’t put his dirty dish in the sink, and had to set it on the counter instead, I would keep my silence. I would just pick up the dish and set it gently in the sink. For mankind, I would do that. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Letting out a tiny sigh, I picked up the plate and set it in the sink. I walked back into the livingroom, kissed my boyfriend lightly on the cheek, and went about the rest of my chores.

I wanted to share this discovery of mine with all the rest of the women out there. For those that don’t already know about the force-field. You can try to do what you will to change it, but I fear that there truly is no hope. If any woman out there has any suggestions to a cure, please do let me know!

A Child’s Love June 24, 2008

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My 2 year old grandson, that is. :) He was over for a visit on Sunday. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks and was really missing him. When my daughter’s car pulled up in front of the house, I saw her turn toward the backseat and say something. Instantly, I saw little arms pop up, waving madly. As I walked to the car, and got a clearer view of my little guy, I started waving back at him. Oh, the smile on his face! I wonder if mine beamed as big as his did? My heart was just flowing with joy at the sight of him! My daughter got him out of the backseat and his little feet had barely touched the ground when he took off running… straight into my arms.

It’s hard to put into words the love that I feel for this little boy. Especially when he’s in my arms, hugging me as tight as he possibly can. It brings tears to my eyes every single time. I hugged him back just as tight, and told him how much I’d missed him. I set him down, and he just stood there looking up at me, beaming. His eyes light up when he smiles. I mean, really light up. My eyes teared up and I wanted to cry.

It only took him a moment to remember who else he wanted to hug. The one he just knew was waiting inside the house. My boyfriend. Up the stairs he ran, to the front door. I told my daughter that there were other people inside the house, visiting. My grandson didn’t know this, of course. He walked into the house, my daughter and I right behind him. Luckily, we weren’t too close behind him, because he came to a dead stop the second he saw “the strangers.” No one said a word. My grandson stood there, looking at the strangers, then looking at my boyfriend, who was sitting all the way across the room. Back and forth, his head moved, like he was debating on whether or not he could make it across the room without being caught by the strangers. Everyone watched him. It only took him a few seconds to decide, though. How a child can be standing still, and take off so damn quickly, I’ll never know. ha ha ha But that’s what he did – literally bolted across the room at top speed. Straight into my boyfriend’s arms. I actually heard the impact of my grandson landing into my boyfriend’s arms. My grandson was hugged tightly amid lots of laughter all around. I swear, when my boyfriend put him down, I saw that his eyes had teared up, too.

All of this happened within a matter of minutes, but those few minutes filled my life with so much joy. I think it did that for all of us. I’ll never forget it. In case you’re wondering, my grandson warmed up very quickly to “the strangers,” and before long, everyone was playing together.

I am filled with joy every time I see my grandson, but sometimes it affects me a little deeper than others. He reminds me of the love that we are all capable of not only giving, but receiving. We don’t always do that, but we should. He has no fear of love. He knows he is loved, and he loves everyone. He can melt the hardest heart with one smile. He can take a ‘macho’ man and turn him to mush, with one tight hug. He can take a cranky grandma and fill her whole being with love, just by looking up at her. He IS love. Wherever he goes, he is love. He spreads it everywhere, whether you ask for it or not. I have yet to see anyone refuse it. I think even if they tried, he would smother them in kisses. That’s just how he is. God, I love him so.