Predicting The Future -Car Wreck Installment

I don’t have a crystal ball, I don’t wear scarves on my head, I don’t sit in a dark candle lit room with potions, and I have no clue what the hell was going on with Raven in the Nickelodeon show “That’s So Raven”.  However, if you subtract all these bizarre stereotypes I can explain the less TV worthy version of my experiences in predicting future events.

The first premonition I ever had was when I was sixteen.  Ready for the “snapshot”, here it comes.  I was driving southbound on Clarmar Street, before you hit the dips, near the crosswalk light.  (If you’re from the booming metropolis known as Fremont, you know exactly what I’m describing.)  I was driving in my 1998 Chevy Malibu with my friend Jenny.  We were listening to Bone Thugs In Harmony, because obviously we are hardened gangsters and enjoy connecting with our roots. Ha! We were just going “cruising” like all sixteen year olds.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, it hit me.  I blurted, “We’re going to get in a wreck together.”  Jenny looked at me and immediately put her seat belt on and responded with a half-smile and an apprehensive “what?” I kind of chuckled and said “Well, I don’t think right now or anything, but I just have a feeling were going to get in a wreck together?” We continued to drive around and made it home safely.  The feeling lingered with me, but never experiencing such a thing before I didn’t really give it much attention… until the next week.

DING!!!!! School was out! Kids were scrambling to their lockers to ditch their books and escape the premise.  Jenny and I shared a locker and being that I was one of the oldest in my class and first to drive, I would give her a ride home everyday.  I vaguely remember having to go back to my locker because I forgot something.  I went running back out to the parking lot and we got in the car.  I checked the mirrors, thought I was clear so I started backing out and then CRASH, my car and another car collided. Nothing too major, my bumper was a little messed up and the other persons front fender and driver door were smashed in, but everyone was okay. 

After it was all done, my “feeling” was gone.  Was it a car totaling type crash? No, thank God it wasn’t.  What if I wouldn’t have gone back to my locker, the timing would have been off.  Would we have gotten in a different wreck on a different day? I don’t know I guess I’m not supposed to know and that’s what just what fate and timing are all about, not knowing the timing or why. 

I have had this happen a total of 4 times now.  After my experience with Jenny it happened a couple years later.  However, now I drove a GMC Sonoma, a cute little red truck.  This time I was driving down 23^rd Street.  I was by myself when the "knowing" hit me. 

Before I continue let me briefly explain when I say, “it hit me”, I mean it literally, it’s like information is being put into your head out of nowhere.  I always explained it as feeling like information is flying into the right side of my head, right above my ear. At least that's how I experience it. (This description becomes very interesting and validating for me when proof of such phenomenon is discovered.  Details to this will be in a future entry.)  Now, back to the story. 

It hit me “I’m going to get rear-ended”…  OH GOD! Panic! Okay, stay calm just be a defensive driver, you’ll be fine.  So, for 2 weeks I drove like a grandma, constantly checking my rear view mirrors and gradually breaking up to lights and stop signs.  In addition I would tap my breaks as I crept up to these intersections… I wanted my break lights to act like light show at a rave! FLASH! FLASH!  FLASH!  ATTENTION, I AM STOPPING! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!  After 2 weeks of torturous paranoid driving it finally happened.  I was going to my then boyfriend’s house, before a football game.  Second snapshot:  I was driving northbound on Broad street, a one lane each way street, with no turn lanes.  The whole time driving there the feeling felt more intense, however, at this point of having it linger for 2 weeks I was beginning to attempt blowing it off.  I was approaching 20^th street, getting ready to make a left hand turn, which meant I needed to turn across the oncoming traffic lane. I put my signal and came to a rolling stop, while I waited for the line of cars to pass so I could turn behind them.  Instantly, I got, “right now”… I looked in my rear view mirror saw a truck flying towards me with a semi behind him, with not enough time to move out of the way, all I could do was close my eyes and wait for impact. That fraction of a second felt felt like slow motion. BOOM!  The truck hit me, luckily the semi driver was paying attention and was able to go around.  I still have neck problems to this day and I because I insisted I was fine, I didn't go to the hospital, I now have paid thousands of dollars in chiropractors for that bad decision.  Tip: Always go get checked out if you’re in a wreck.  You may not feel the pain at the time because of the adrenaline but even if you wait until later that day, just GO! I waited months until my neck was so jacked up I was getting migraines and by that point it was too late to prove it was due to the wreck.   Lesson learned!

The next time would be a few years later, now I was in college, living in Omaha with my roommate Laura. I was now driving a GMC Canyon. My family has a farm about 45 minutes outside of town.  After a day of playing with family at the farm, I was ready to head back into the city. But, I couldn’t leave because you guessed it I had that daunting feeling again “your going to get in a wreck”.  This premonition wasn’t like, “it hit me” out of nowhere.  This one was a more subtle feeling, but as you can imagine when any feeling like this creeps up I get a little skittish.  My plan? Stall. Change the path of fate. If I procrastinate leaving the farm maybe the feeling will go away and it wont happen because I won’t be in the right place at the wrong time.  After stalling as long as I could, I finally left and I drove very cautiously.  I made it back to the city! The scary part was over, I made it through the highway safely.  What a relief.  I was now only blocks from my apartment. I was almost home free! I decided to stop at Subway for some food.  I got my food, got back in my truck, backed up, put it in to first (it’s a manual) and BOOM! Are you kidding me? I get out and a girl in a SUV comes out of her car and says “omg, I am so sorry, I was trying to squeeze by you.”… Really? You couldn’t have waited that 2 seconds for me to go forward.  By the way, let me mention that there were cement islands behind me.  She tried to fit between my truck and the cement islands… with a SUV.  

She then said, “Oh my God, my husband is going to be so mad at me.”  I bet he would have been a little miffed because she drug her SUV along the corner of my bumper from her front fender, through both doors all the way back to the rear fender.  However, I don’t know what kind of crap lies she fed her husband or the insurance company but she must have been through this before because she convinced them it was MY FAULT!! WHAT!? Erroneous! Any logical person would understand that had I backed into her, there would be one impact area, not a drug out line as she continued to squeeze by me.  Physically it doesn’t even make sense! Ugh! Another car wreck tip: Before you get out of your car, turn on your voice recorder on your phone so whatever that person says you have on record! I’m still a little irritated with her and my insurance company for not fighting that one better. Anyways, did stalling at the farm create this accident or maybe prevent one that was supposed to be worse? Again, I don’t know.  Thankfully, this wasn’t a bad wreck either, but it was a wreck nonetheless.  

 This is getting long; lets get to the last one.  This one happened right around that same time in my life.  Laura and I were out running errands in her car.  She was driving.  Snapshot time.  We were leaving the Target off 132^nd and Maple.  We were at the light by that little trailer park, in the left turn lane.  I said “I have a feeling were going to get in a wreck.” Laura had heard my stories of this before so she this, so it freaked her a little bit and she said, “maybe you should drive”, but I had learned that I can’t stop anything.  Either its going to happen or its not, regardless of whose driving.  I responded, “No, its okay, you drive and just try to pay attention.”  We made it across town and were now heading westbound on Center Street towards 132^nd.  The light was red we came to a stop in a long line of traffic.  Traffic was inching forward as it often does when waiting at the light.  Laura started going forward but the car in front of us stood still.  I looked at her thinking she was maybe making a joke because of what I said, but I looked at her and she wasn’t joking and I said “LAURA STOP!” she looked at me and said “what?” … BANG! We hit the SUV in front of us and they hit the car in front of them.  Again, everyone was fine and luckily again it was just a fender bender.   She was upset; she said she just didn’t see it, like it just didn’t register to stop.  I’m guilty of doing that before too, thinking you’re clear to go when your not, it happens to all of us, were only human and our eyes/minds can deceive us.  Or were just simply not paying attention.

In all fairness I have had other “feelings” about car wrecks that haven’t come true.  So, what’s the difference between these times and then ones that didn’t happen? I don’t know.  That’s what makes this sixth sense stuff so hard; it can be hard to interpret.  I can say though, that usually if something in the universe or whatever you want to call it changes my “feeling” will usually subside on its own.  Another tricky aspect is separating my thoughts from that of a higher source.  For example for years, I have "seen" myself getting t-boned.  I’ve also felt like a car wreck could be the way I pass. (I’ll get into death in a different entry.)  Thankfully this hasn’t happened, but this is why this is all so complex.  Differentiating your own thoughts from those coming in from a higher source can be difficult to divide.  Did I create that t-bone image in fear or is that another premonition?  I'm not sure on that one, maybe its dependent on a series of events? I guess only God knows for sure and only time will tell.

All I can say for sure is this is my truth, my journey, and its time to journal it.  

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