Personal premonitions

[Bill Ryan]

Dear Friends, I thought this new thread might be an interesting one. It's NOT about predictions per se, more about strange personal feelings about something about to happen to oneself which then do actually occur — or maybe don't .

This post was sparked by something that happened yesterday, which I'll recount in a moment. The feeling was very similar to a couple of experiences I had many years ago. I've posted about them before (somewhere!), but the short stories bear retelling.

1)

Long ago, I was working for a company (before I became self-employed), and woke up one morning with the VERY strong feeling that I would suddenly be fired that day. The feeling persisted ad grew to a degree of near certainty. As soon as I got to my desk, I copied all my client contacts to a floppy disk (this was before the internet) and in my coffee break I walked down the street and posted it to myself at home.

An hour later, I was called into the CEO's desk — and was fired. The next day, the floppy disk I'd posted to myself arrived at home, and I immediately started my own business.

2)

A mountain story. I'd agreed to take a young friend of mine to climb Ben Nevis in winter for her very first time. (Ben Nevis is Britain's highest mountain, famous for its snow and ice climbing, and I knew it well.) The weather was fine, and we were in good spirits and well prepared.

We were half way to the mountain, and I suddenly had a premonition that there'd be a sudden fierce storm, and we really had to turn back. Though it was just a feeling, I was certain about this, and announced that we had to turn around. My enthusiastic young friend could not understand this, and she was disappointed and really upset. But I insisted.

An hour and a half later, exactly when we'd have been half way up an exposed climb, an almighty storm blew up out of a clear sky. If we'd have been on the mountain as we'd planned, we'd have been in very serious trouble, especially as my friend was a novice. (My friend was bewildered and impressed! The next day, when all was well, we returned and completed our planned climb.)

3)

Yesterday, it happened again. I was planning on going to the high mountains today (so yesterday, this would have been 'tomorrow') — not for anything serious at all but just for a regular hike with my dog Mara, something we do often and which features no objective dangers at all.

I got an extremely strong feeling that I HAD TO STAY AT HOME. It wasn't a 'message' of any kind — just exactly the same kind of inner certainty as in the two experiences I shared above.

So I'll be staying right here today. We're going absolutely nowhere.

Of course, I tried to figure out why, and came up with very little. The most likely possibility seemed to be a road accident. My battered old 4x4 is mechanically sound (the brakes work, the steering is solid, the tires are okay, and the wheels won't fall off!), but trucks and buses sometimes careen down the mountain road in the opposite direction way too fast, and occasionally there's rockfall, cyclists with no lights, or families of llamas wandering on the road in the fog.

Or maybe, something was going to happen today at home — like a water or gas leak, an electrical fault starting a fire, or some other domestic emergency I really can't think of.

I also wasn't completely sure if the embargo on going anywhere was just for today, or for a few more days as well. So my strategy is just to sit tight right here where I'm perfectly happy and comfortable, and wait for the all clear.

The problem with this kind of premonition, of course, is that if nothing happens at all there's absolutely no way of knowing if one avoided some kind of disaster, or if the entire thing was imagined. I'll post an update in due course!!



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Has anyone else had this kind of experience? And if so, what did or didn't happen?

(Closely related may, or may not, be this thread: When Angels lend a hand. But that's about sudden unexpected narrow escapes from catastrophe, not really about personal premonitions. If anyone's not seen that thread, the stories members have shared are fascinating to read.)

[Isserley]

Not as obvious as the storm in the mountains that I just avoided . But certainly yes - there have been various decisions based on a bad feeling.

One such is definitely breaking up with my ex who did absolutely nothing wrong, nor did anything obvious influence that feeling (we were together for 8 years) I simply knew that I had to get out of that relationship and that I was not on the right path.

I had the same feeling about several jobs where there were also no obvious causes of dissatisfaction, just that feeling of discomfort and desire for change.

Let's be honest, I have no idea if I'm on the right path in life at all, but when I get an inner certainty that something is not right like that, I definitely listen to it, even though the consequences are not visible to me in most cases.

[petra]

I thought I was going to get murdered when I was at the peak of my psychotic breakdown. Didn't happen obviously

It was an experience that's for sure. I remember feeling so sure I would be murdered by my friend. I thought he had been taken over by some kind of evil being ;-) how silly

[RunningDeer]

Back in the 1970s, I would sometimes pass a farmhouse and feel something strange. At times the farm seemed far off in the distance, other times, not. Just as quickly, the feeling vanished.

More than 20 years later, after my son died, I knew I had to change everything. I picked up a local listings paper, opened to a random page and called a number. The woman invited me to see the apartment. As she gave directions, the farmhouse flashed in my mind.

The moment I stepped through the door, I knew. Within 48 hours, everything was unpacked, cupboards filled, curtains hung, pictures on the walls.

I’m as grateful today as I was then. This May marks 31 years. About 10 years ago they made a reserved parking sign.

[RunningDeer]

(another repost)

I was doing Tai Chi when a sudden flash came over me. Something big was about to happen. I knew, without knowing how, that it would be the greatest challenge of my life. I would have no control over it. I would have to accept it. Then I heard the familiar phrase: We’re never given more than we can handle. I masked my fear with a cocky resolve: Bring it on. And that was that. Until after work.

On my way to the bookstore, a wave of panic rose in me, inescapable and sharp. It felt as if a presence had filled the back seat of my car. I checked the rearview mirror - nothing - then my son flashed in my mind. The thought was too painful, and I pushed it away.

When I got home, I told a dear friend where to find my personal papers. I confessed that I had a feeling I was going to die.

A couple of days later, I got a call asking me to come to my ex-husband’s house. On the drive over, I made silent bargains with God. No words were needed when I arrived. I saw it in his father’s eyes.

[Inversion]

Things like this are difficult to put into words because it pops outside of our standard preceptive of linear time. Dan Burish's story of Project Looking Glass that Bill & Kerry are familiar with was causing problems. The users which were the elite would view their future then take actions that would benefit them. Doing that caused distortions in the timeline and the device was disassembled and hidden in different locations around the world. If Edgar Cayce was asked a question about the future value of stocks while in trance the view would be blurred but if in service to others there would be clarity. At least one version of Looking Glass technology is depicted in the movie Contact where the rings flip space/time. While we sleep a field goes up around our pineal gland and the crystals seemingly allow a similar type of viewing.

My dreams mostly seem to be bad

I had a dream recently where a white tiger clawed my right thigh with its nails and pulled me towards it. I had another dream years prior where a tiger jumped off the roof of a house in my direction and a man stood in the path of me and it. David Wilcock like him or not said the pineal gland contains crystals and flips space/time during REM and is connected to the optic nerve. I woke up abruptly years ago and heard a cracking sound in my head. I presume that's what happens when the field collapses. I recall project looking glass using Bismuth crystals. They look like the straight line Fibonacci spiral. This matches Drunvalo's account that the great pyramid was used to allow initiates to astral travel the creation. They would leave and return to the sarcophagus on the straight line spiral, but if they used the curved spiral, they wouldn't make it back. There is/was stone columns near the great pyramid to denote the start of the spiral. I had a difficult time re-locating them as if a group nixed the past with time travel tech.

Google AI

Dan Burisch, a self-proclaimed former microbiologist for a top-secret group known as Majestic 12 (MJ-12), alleged in the early 2000s that he worked on a reverse-engineered extraterrestrial technology named "Project Looking Glass".

Based on his testimony and related conspiracy lore regarding this technology:

The Technology: Project Looking Glass was described as a device that used a combination of plasma, counter-rotating magnetic fields, and heavy elements to bend space-time and render potential future timelines as visual data, rather than simply predicting the future.

Disassembly and Hidden Status: According to various interpretations of Burisch's claims, this technology was not a singular device but, in some iterations, composed of components that were disassembled and hidden to prevent unauthorized access or use.

Hidden Worldwide: Some claims suggest that components of this "Stargate" technology (of which Looking Glass was a part) were distributed and hidden in different parts of the world, sometimes linked in lore to ancient sites or retrieved artifacts.

[mountain_jim]

Posted here before, but I am certain my life was saved twice by communications from outside of my normal conscious self.

(found it - this was Zion National Park - Eastern side of park tunnel)

Posted by mountain_jim (here)
Another personal note on the location shown here



We as off-duty employees of the park concessionaire (1978) were inside this tunnel at night, returning from that portal pictured in my earlier post, when car lights coming caused us to run to tunnel exit. (there was no sidewalk or area to be out of the car lanes inside the tunnel).

That wall to left of the car shown - I leapt over it to get off the highway, in midair my guardian angel(?) suggested urgently that I did not know what was on the other side - I reached out and grabbed the wall while going over, and my feet found an extrusion to hold me up, preventing me from falling 60 or so feet into a likely dry-canyon gulch death.

My best friend jumped before me, closer to the tunnel, and he landed on the close area before the steep drop and was unhurt as well.



Another time this helpful internal voice saved me from my car being hit broadside by a redlight runner - when light turned green I 'knew' to stay there and not enter the intersection - then the car raced through where I would have been at a very high speed.

[Johan (Keyholder)]

Premonitions, I have had a few. One example (and one of the main ones), happened in the summer of 1976.

I was travelling by train through Europe for a month (Interrail pass).
One morning I was in the Milan main trainstation. I was planning on taking the train to Belgrad and from there to Athens.
While I was walking around the station, I could see the international train that I was meant to take (in about an hour).
And - somehow, for a reason unknown (=premonition) - I did NOT board that train.
I decided to wait for several hours and take the next one....

While on that next international train, the train suddenly stopped in the middle of cornfields in the former Yugoslavia (in Slovenia).
Nothing to see... but it lasted a long time. People were even getting out to see what had happened.

And, it was the previous international train - the one I had not taken! - that had had a very serious accident, with quite a few deaths and many wounded.

In the Preserje traincrash (Slovenia) 18 people were killed and many injured.

This was definitely one of the more influential premonitions I have had.

[Ewan]

I call these feelings intuitions, and to my shame I have ignored most of them through a general lack of understanding/belief.

I won't ever ignore them again. 'nuff said!

[Yoda]

Posted by Bill Ryan (here)
Dear Friends, I thought this new thread might be an interesting one. It's NOT about predictions per se, more about strange personal feelings about something about to happen to oneself which then do actually occur — or maybe don't .



Has anyone else had this kind of experience? And if so, what did or didn't happen?

(Closely related may, or may not, be this thread: When Angels lend a hand. But that's about sudden unexpected narrow escapes from catastrophe, not really about personal premonitions. If anyone's not seen that thread, the stories members have shared are fascinating to read.)

Many years ago, I was a professional driver. I was driving in the Bronx(New York city), when I had the feeling, not to go down this particular street. I forged ahead, hit a low bridge, did some damage to the trailer. Twenty years later, I have to occasionally forgive myself for not listening to input.

[grapevine]

Not a premonition exactly but something that scared the crap out of me today which may be relevant although a little off topic . . .

I went to the dentist for a check-up and sat in the waiting room. There was a floor length mirror to my left, with the reception area opposite and curved round to the right. A middle aged woman, looking quite ordinary, was given a form to fill in and stood at the reception to make a query.

As I said, she looked quite ordinary but then I turned to my left and saw her reflection in the mirror and she looked just like a hideous reptilian/witch demon. What made it even more shocking was that she looked up and our eyes locked in the mirror and she gave me a very sly and calculating look, as though she knew that I knew. I hastily looked straight ahead and kept my face straight but I was really shaken by it and honestly I'M REALLY NOT GIVEN TO FANCIFUL IDEAS AT ALL and wasn't thinking about anything in particular.

So the "premonition" is that that They Really Do Walk Among Us . . .

[Whiskey_Mystic]

Some years ago I had a vision of streets that were empty with leaves collecting. Businesses were empty and boarded up.

I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want the crazy label (too late for that, eh?) My interpretation was that it had something to do with global warming. Crop failures, famine, and storms causing a refugee crisis and major disruption. I thought it was maybe 20 years away or more. It made me take stock of what I wanted to do and the result was that I founded a dining club to enjoy all the great restaurants in my area. We met every two months and had an awesome time.

Two years later, Covid hit and everything shut down. And I was like "Ohhhhhh, ok. That's what that was".

The dining club still meets every two months and it's one of my favorite activities.

[onawah]

When I was about 22 years old, I was reading the Book of Revelations in the Bible, which had always interested me and drawn me to puzzling over it. On that day, suddenly the pages became illuminated and the letters in red appeared to have become alive, as if written in living blood. I didn't receive any direct knowledge to help me interpret what was written, but I felt I was getting a message from Spirit to continue to pay attention, that I was not being foolish in wanting to understand more about what was written there.

A couple of years later in 1972 I moved from Philadelphia to the San Francisco Bay Area, CA.. Two months after arriving there, I was staying temporarily with a friend of the friend, Jeannie, that I had moved with from Philly. Jeannie and I had made plans to go looking for an apartment to rent in the part of town we were interested in, where "For Rent" signs were often put in the windows of apartment buildings. That morning, I felt out of sorts and had a strong premonition that I should not go out that day, but I didn't feel right about reneging on the commitment, so I went anyway. Jeannie and I and another friend who went along with us had split up to cover 3 different blocks of apartment buildings, but when I came to the first crosswalk of my chosen block, I got hit by a speeding hit-and-run driver and was nearly killed.

Many years later, I happened to see a news report about a large CME from the Sun that hit the Earth on the very day of my NDE. I realized that people who are highly sensitive (like I am) are frequently and especially affected negatively by those big blasts of energy from the Sun, and that no doubt was the reason why I really should have stayed home.

While still living in the Bay Area ( I lived there until 1992), I had a lucid dream which took place some unknown time in the future in which a very close friend of mine was walking towards the shoreline on a beach in the S.F. area, when an enormous tsunami wave overtook and killed her. It was not a normal tsunami, it was the size of one that could sink a continent, probably like the one that sunk Atlantis.

In the early 1990s I had a very psychic friend who was visiting the Bay Area who told me about a similar dream he had had which was the reason he never wanted to live in California (or on any coastline). He persuaded me to accompany him to Arkansas where he wanted to start a sustainable community, which I did. By that time (which was after my own preminatory dream) I didn't feel comfortable living in CA. any longer, and the earthquakes were the things that finally convinced me to leave.

More in the present time, when I began reading the reports on this forum from Ben Davidson on the youtube channel SpaceWeatherNews about the 12,000 year solar cycles...
(See: https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...s-and-Ice-Ages )
...it didn't take a lot to convince me that his data is correct, that we are in the "End Times" as described in the Book of Revelations and that Earth is due for another huge cataclysm like the one that sunk Atlantis.
No exact date has been arrived at, but the prediction is that it will occur sometime within the next 20 years, and possibly sooner if the acceleration of the pole reversal and diminishment of the Earth's magnetic field continues.
My conviction that this is actually going to occur was recently strengthened when I noticed how much Ben Davidson resembles Sir Isaac Newton, and I now believe that was one of Ben's previous incarnations and that he is continuing with the work he started then.
See: https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...on#post1687164

[onawah]

I hope the above explains to some extent as to why I have been so focused on my "revelation"--for forum members no doubt to the point of tediousness.
For which I apologize once again.
20 years (more or less) is still a long way off and there is still much for humanity to consider and do before then, but I do feel like the more people that know what is likely to come, the better.
(Of course, there is the theory that we can choose to be on a different timeline where no such thing occurs, but I won't go there )

Another premonition which I will share concerns China's 3 Gorges Dam, which I think is going to fail and be the cause of countless deaths and enormous destruction.
But will also mark the end of the CCP, something of a silver lining, at least...)

[Open Minded Dude]

I had lots of personal premonitions and synchronicities years ago when I was in my active phase of astral projecting a lot (2010-2015 was the peak years.). I had many so-called 'pre-cognitive' dreams then because your dream awareness and memory also is raised when you practice AP/OBE.

In my dream and projection journal I have still listed quite a few. For example, in one I had dreamt of a job interview situation that came to pass with the same persons years later (just the outcome was different interestingly, in that dream I got the job then, in 'real' life not).

Some awake premonitions (and synchronicities) also happened. Not too serious or seemingly important stuff, some were even quite mundane, trivial and to even downright ridiculous.

For example, I listened to my favourite Rock radio station one day, which I already did for many many years, mostly in my kitchen during meal times.
I turned them on again and one song was on, I don't remember which anymore but that is not important. Then suddenly and somehow completely unrelated, another catchy song came to my mind that was never played on this station before. And I had to sing in my mind, especially the line of this tune taken from an old nursery rhyme "Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green...".

Guess which song then came on a minute later? Yeah. That one.

Marillion - Lavender.

To this day (and this happened years ago!) they did never play it again, and I also had not heard it before on that station then. It was a one-off. They usually play from that same album 'Kayleigh' which is the one before it and was a huge hit here in Europe, maybe some might know it in the US too? But never 'Lavender'. It only happened one time and I foresaw ... well ... rather foreheard it.

Why? I have no clue. It's ridiculous. But no coincidence for sure! It did not have a special meaning to me. Again, these kinds of trivialities often happened back then.

Btw, here it is:

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ZTdOMV-yTRg

[truthseek]

Posted by onawah (here)
When I was about 22 years old, I was reading the Book of Revelations in the Bible, which had always interested me and drawn me to puzzling over it. On that day, suddenly the pages became illuminated and the letters in red appeared to have become alive, as if written in living blood. I didn't receive any direct knowledge to help me interpret what was written, but I felt I was getting a message from Spirit to continue to pay attention, that I was not being foolish in wanting to understand more about what was written there.

A couple of years later in 1972 I moved from Philadelphia to the San Francisco Bay Area, CA.. Two months after arriving there, I was staying temporarily with a friend of the friend, Jeannie, that I had moved with from Philly. Jeannie and I had made plans to go looking for an apartment to rent in the part of town we were interested in, where "For Rent" signs were often put in the windows of apartment buildings. That morning, I felt out of sorts and had a strong premonition that I should not go out that day, but I didn't feel right about reneging on the commitment, so I went anyway. Jeannie and another friend who went along with us had split up to cover 3 different blocks of apartment buildings, but when I came to the first crosswalk of my chosen block, I got hit by a speeding hit-and-run driver and was nearly killed.

Many years later, I happened to see a news report about a large CME from the Sun that hit the Earth on the very day of my NDE. I realized that people who are highly sensitive (like I am) are frequently and especially affected negatively by those big blasts of energy from the Sun, and that no doubt was the reason why I really should have stayed home.

While still living in the Bay Area ( I lived there until 1992), I had a lucid dream which took place some unknown time in the future in which a very close friend of mine was walking towards the shoreline on a beach in the S.F. area, when an enormous tsunami wave overtook and killed her. It was no a normal tsunami, it was the size of one that could sink a continent, probably like the one that sunk Atlantis.

In the early 1990s, I had a very psychic friend who was visiting the Bay Area who told me about a similar dream he had had which was the reason he never wanted to live in California (or on any coastline). He persuaded me to accompany him to Arkansas where he wanted to start a sustainable community, which I did. By that time (which was after my own preminatory dream) I didn't feel comfortable living in CA. any longer, and the earthquakes were the things that finally convinced me to leave.

More in the present time, when I began reading the reports on this forum from Ben Davidson on the youtube channel SpaceWeatherNews about the 12,000 year solar cycles...
(See: https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...s-and-Ice-Ages )
...it didn't take a lot to convince me that his data is correct, that we are in the "End Times" as described in the Book of Revelations and that Earth is due for another huge cataclysm like the one that sunk Atlantis.
No exact date has been arrived at, but the prediction is that it will occur sometime within the next 20 years, and possibly sooner if the acceleration of the pole reversal and diminishment of the Earth's magnetic field continues.
My conviction that this is actually going to occur was recently strengthened when I noticed how much Ben Davidson resembles Sir Isaac Newton, and I now believe that was one of Ben's previous incarnations and that he is continuing with the work he started then.
See: https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...on#post1687164

Hi Onawah, thanks for sharing! Yes I definitely think we are here for a big event (I also think solar) My personal indcators are around 2030's+. Recently I heard Jerry Wills reveal one of his experiences with his people warned of a solar event to occur around 2045. (this was during a private broadcast a year ago). We are in for some interesting times and obviously chose to be part of it. Meanwhile we, here in our small community have gathered an amazing network of families who moved here over the last 7 years and started homesteading etc. We have an amazing diversity of skills among our community network.

[Denise/Dizi]

2014, and I was having "Someone" communicate with me using remote technologies or telepathically. I still have yet to figure out which it was... And there were many things that happened during that time, and even before.

* The night my grandfather died... I knew he had died, although I was hours away and no one directly told me... The next morning, (We were house sitting for a friend) My husband asked me if I wanted to go home with him and the kids to do some shopping and check our home. I said No... My reply being... and I said aloud, "I don't want to listen to the answering machine"...

My husband and kids came back as quickly as possible, with flowers and sad faces... There was a message on my machine suggesting my grandfather had passed that prior evening...

* A week before my mother passed away, I went to her house to say Hello, and well... Goodbye... Prior to visiting, I had asked my husband if we had gotten a phone call from her husband suggesting she had passed away. When I was told no, I went up to see her. While her body was still alive, and she was awake, I knew it was coming, and one week later she did die. Just to note, she didn't have any conditions that would hint to her passing, no diseases diagnoised, etc. She just had bad knees. She was only 65. When the call came, my husband was surprised as this was the second time I had told him I knew a death was coming.

* The most bizarre thing happened years ago. I had my grandmothers high school ring, and wore it often. One day I noticed that the emblem they placed on the top of the ring, had come off and was missing. It was only millimeters long. And I had worn the ring everywhere that day, inside, outside, to stores, etc... I never thought I would find it, so I sat in a chair in my livingroom pondering the loss, when I heard a voice inside my mind, "It is in front of you within 4 feet"... I got on my hands and knees, and sure enough, it was in the carpet within 4 feet of where I sat down! I have since had it repaired and try not to wear it as often.

And the really wild experience I had...

I was having some very odd, "paranormal type" experiences happening around me for months in 2014. I began to ask myself quietly if I was mentally ill, or if there could be some "Sign" that I wasn't imagining that I was experiencing things that couldn't be explained (as noted above..) And I instantaniously got a message to "Go into the kitchen"... It was more of a thought than a voice... When I got out of my bedroom, and into the hallway where I could see into the kitchen? I looked towards the sink when a bright light, lit up the inside of my kitchen brighter than any light I had, ever could. If I had to give it a name it appeared like "ball lightening.." It was bright white, the purest of white light I had ever seen....

I literally saw this flash of light come from the top right of my window, and explode right under my window sill, and it had no sound whatsoever... The sun couldn't light up my house like this light did, so I turned around, put both hands in the air and said "Fair enough! I believe"... The next 6 months altered my feelings of what reality really is... as these type events only progressed to unbelievable interactions with reality itself...

So reading these things others are sharing fascinates me.

[Victoria]

Denise- I have seen your white light! When I asked for a sign that moving to the west coast was the right choice, the most brilliant white wavery diamond shape emerged out of the thin air in front of me. It grew in intensity like nothing else I have ever seen. I knew then that no matter how daunting the changes we were about to make would be, it was the right thing to do. I believed.

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Dear Bill, 
It's good you listen to your inner voice with confidence and that it is one of clarity for you to heed.  


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"Has anyone else had this kind of experience? And if so, what did or didn't happen? "

There have been numerous small versions of this happening here...  usually preceding something bad that we either survive or somehow manage indirectly to avert... many, many having to do with car incidents- which in particular is the sort that happens quite regularly... and many where we do not come out unscathed- but heartily grateful to emerge and be more alert or aware of something altogether greater which we cannot yet explain.

...and then, there have been larger instances- much more impossible to easily describe the context of...so much so, that I neither know where to begin nor how to think about them beyond a real-time, humorous universe's example of thought inception convening with manifestation-> through speaking or writing about those thoughts to someone else... whether that, or supreme intelligence is toying with us in response to inclinations, dreams and fears interactively ... I simply cannot quite think or say. 

We often question: does this happen to prove there is something much more to this very existence and our presence in it? to our connection with thought and all things? or like others have suggested, are we making it happen?

The occasions are largely overwritten in my mind until I deliberate about them for a specific reason... and then I often get dizzy and feel sick trying to recall or describe them in a logical sequence, so it is kind of strange. 

Psychosomatic weirdness attached to the process.

Remembering and moving to articulate context also eats up an exorbitant amount of time in what feels like the literal blink of an eye. (Does that happen to anyone else when trying to make sense of your intuition and experiences?)

I don't even know...depending on the events, my husband and I sway from hypothesizing about God and angels to spirits and demons, to hidden observers playing a game... to questions of manifestation and magic... to wondering about the people who surround us that can't seem to handle the possibility of something greater than "self" being at play...to laughably, suspecting they are in on it. 

An ex used to call me a witch because some form of intuition preceded events so regularly. I was oblivious to the explanation or mechanics of what was happening - totally bewildered by not being able to stop it. Just beginning to recognize the frequency of it, while he grew increasingly fearful. 
 
As far as I could see, I had no control and didn't know whenever speaking that those things might come to pass, until they actually did. It was just a coincidence.

Constantly he would tell me to stop making things happen...to be careful what I thought and spoke of. It was brujeria to him. 


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My own mother gave the same warning yesterday morning- cautioning not to speak about them if the thoughts are too profoundly worrying or negative. She is easily scared by close calls and things which don't make sense...of which there have been many occurrences.
 
I don't know that speaking is actually necessary to translate premonitions and thoughts into being (?)...more that the intuitions serve as notice of a broader matter to contemplate and see more clearly. 

Perhaps communicating about them causes an exponentially materialized effect, though. It has an impact I may not be able to comprehend initially and so, instead, I try to carefully consider outcomes these days, in order to act more responsibly and not do harm. Just in case.

...to be conscious of the apparent feedback loop, to be as cognizant of potentials as possible, and with that choice I do not typically write or speak about the negative examples until they have long passed... to the tune of months or years. 

So far, it has often helped avoid unforeseen repercussions that so quickly extend to friends and loved ones.

  
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Sometimes these things seem to occur in clusters or come in waves.

 It can be exhilarating and exciting, or stunningly precise in making one deeply question reality, coexistence, self, perception and conscience...depending on the experience involved and especially the emotional weight attached to it. 

  I like to think humans are never given more than we can handle...but then each occurrence is a reevaluation of that and a true eye opener as to what we can effectively process or surmount. 

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An example of ignoring internal admonitions, would be a eureka moment that I experienced last January in fitting together pieces of the past. It felt like everything finally- very suddenly- made perfect sense. 

I was so excited at what seemed like a real breakthrough, that I documented it in writing and sent it to someone hoping to contribute to their work, then immediately called my parents in a jubilant frenzy, despite the persistent inner foreboding not to discuss things over the phone.

Sometimes, though, you just stop and think: I'm being silly- there's nothing special, no need to overanalyze. Billions of people. Just one of many. Don't be paranoid.

Maybe it would have been better written and mailed,  but I felt the urge to engage my parents in the moment. 

Nothing strenuous, just questions. My parents had the information - specific names and dates, places and involvements that tied it all together. Before my birth, their childhoods, partners, people- our history. 

It was breakfast time. Things were happy and relaxed on their end. 

Mid-phone-call with my mother, while I was explaining about my father's time at Tulane (which he had surprisingly not shared with her or anyone else), words and expressions, mannerisms and memories, timeframes and business trips, he walked into the kitchen to hear what we were saying. He listened for a minute, waiting to talk.

Then he fell to the floor. 

She hung up without explanation and called back frantically pleading what to do. Even as a nurse, words and thoughts of how to respond in that terrible moment evaporated. We walked together (over the phone) trying to stabilize him and contacting emergency services. In very short succession, she had a problem, too. A stroke and heart attack one after the other. 
 
Sisters, brothers and I all flew home. 

At one point immediately after his stroke, as my brothers and I were enroute to be there, my father began speaking only in numbers and codes. Aphasia. Long sequences that seemed familiar to us, as though from his 40-year-old implicit memory. Nothing else. Over and over, he repeated numeric codes in exact sequences. 

Just past one year later, my parents are both still with us ((thankfully)) and recovering well...but everything has changed. 

Neither remembers much of their past or our family experiences shared together. My father doesn't remember anywhere he ever traveled or anything he has accomplished and done. None of his years of service. 

We show him photos and awards, letters he wrote, his still active certifications and he is amazed as though it is all from someone else's lifetime. 
Much of the time since then he doesn't recognize any of us. Everything has been erased. 


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The following are some less intense moments that seemed to turn out as mini "wakeups" or instances demanding much gratitude without further repercussion:

Last Tuesday, I woke up in the morning and thought:   "Hurry! There is a chicken in the observatory!"

Stupid, silly notion. Why would a chicken be on the telescope? I laughed at the mental image. Thought: chickens can't get in there and went back to sleep. 

Later in the day, walking outside with the animals, I noticed my favorite little hen, Sienna, was not to be found. We looked high and low. 

She had been with us for dinner the night before when I put everyone to bed, but not now. 

It was hot...too hot for a chicken to be stuck in a closed space.  I anxiously walked out of the barnyard and manually opened the observatory, telling myself it was not possible, this is nutty.  

There she was, sitting in an uncomfortably hot enclosed room, perched delicately atop the telescope's aperture...panting, with a little egg balanced between her feet.

   ((She is okay. ))

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Just days ago, we had a busy afternoon with numerous things turning out goofy. 

I wittingly made the mistake of saying out loud, "what else can possibly go wrong?" ...knowing as soon as I said it that I shouldn't have. 

That evening, needing to go somewhere I realized I'd overlooked gassing up my car, so I borrowed one that had brand new tires, and most conveniently- a full tank. 

It was a last-minute decision. The owner insisted the vehicle was in perfect condition: “Brand new rims, brand new tires. You could drive 140 mph in it, no problem.” I joked over the phone that there would probably be a blow out if I did such things.  

He called an hour after I left to see how it was going and whether the drive was comfortable. (Yes, yes...all is well. Thank you so much for letting me take your vehicle!) Then I felt it...the foreboding.

Less than ten minutes after speaking with him, a same-side double blow out occurred while going around a curve. Despite expecting it to some degree, and for once driving (literally) slowly, the car still spun off the road, airborne over loose gravel. 



On a positive note, the girl oncoming in an SUV also had a strange intuition to stop just before the curve at that very moment. She had only held her license for a short time, and this was the first "accident" she had witnessed. She didn't know why, but she listened to her instinct to stop and wait.

We did not collide, instead missing each other apparently by inches, and my car landed upright, across and off-road, facing the opposite direction. Beyond being scared and the tires being shredded (which were four days new) the undercarriage, body and rims remained in good shape. No issue. 

The other driver and I were both shaken, but thankfully safe! After rounds of hugs and promises to go cautiously, I think we both reassessed the benefits of driving like a snail and listening to intuition. 
 
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Too many times to count, I have jokingly said you're going to have a flat tire, or 'something is going to happen while you're driving, so please PLEASE be careful' to my husband- and things transpire exactly that way. 

"Told you so" has become a sore joke in our house. Practicing being prepared is now a daily exercise in anticipating anything that could happen.

Often while driving, we have a sudden impression of going off the road or a flat tire. 

It usually happens hours before engine trouble or a flat. Enough time to talk about it and then wait to see.

Relatively speaking, we are both on the road regularly for long stretches, so the statistical likelihood of this happening is higher than usual.

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In 2014, I drove to Florida from the west coast to pick up a death row dog (named Bisette) from the shelter there. New touring vehicle. Bright sunny day. 

That morning we were set to leave toward home together, when I had the random impression of something going very wrong.  An unavoidable, looming pool of seeping dread, so decided to have the car fully checked out at our mechanic shop first. 

We bought four new Michelin high performance tires and had all the wheels and tie rods thoroughly examined. The mechanic ran out and got a matching extra rim with a newly aired tire to keep in the trunk, just in case. 

The tires were all filled and balanced appropriately. We were double and triple assured that the vehicle had received a completely clean bill of health after a comprehensive, multi-point inspection. One hour later, we hit the road to return west.

While passing between Northrop Grumman and Stennis, approximately a 40+/- mile stretch of I-10 in the southern US, and driving quite fast to make up time, there was an overwhelming peak to the sense that something was going to happen. 

It's easy to imagine in those situations that one might be sensing being brought into someone or something else's focus, it feels similar to noticing someone look at you from across the room, or behind your back- only intensely magnified.

No reason was visible, the car had been steering beautifully and coasting along like butter on a hot surface.

Instantly, though, I became keenly aware of our heavily treed surroundings and watched with intent for anything in the way. Nothing on the road. No other cars. Clear skies. Green trees. Perfect straight and flat highway.

Seconds later, a very small and dark object zipped at incredible speed across my view, directly across the highway, mere inches in front of the windshield at exactly face level, left to right (from the gulf side to the north of I-10). 

Stunned and confused, I had only seconds to wonder and question what the object was (it could NOT possibly have been a bird or insect at that velocity), before the car violently lunged off the road to the right shoulder. 

We came to a very sudden halt (from driving 90+/- mph) perfectly positioned in parallel on the side of the highway with the right front tire blown out. It was off the rim, to the side of the car.

The area did not have reception to call for assistance.  While I tried to fathom what I had seen and circled the car looking at the tires, a police cruiser from a neighboring town pulled up behind us. 

Two very nice, humble, off-duty police officers got out, expressed shock at the state of the tire and voiced amazement at how well-aligned the car was to the edge. They exclaimed that we were extremely fortunate and helped lift the car to put on the spare.

Then they directed me to their town roughly 14 miles northwest, allowing us to follow them there, where a small car shop was located next to the only motel in the area.  

Bisette and I stayed for several days while a tire was ordered because nobody in town had the right size, and we needed to replace the full front pair after the incident. 

It was a tiny little jurisdiction with a very small population and an old-time, do-good police department that was well-loved by residents. I felt grateful and relieved to be there but didn't question the sequence of events until many months later. 

Now, years since, the whole experience seems a little strange and I think either a bullet had zipped with precision in front of us or an experimental, palm sized drone.
 
My guess is the same thing probably took out the tire (?)...because the men at the shop hadn't seen anything like it...whatever that means.


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Another instance of prescience, which feels remarkable, happened during the beginning of the Covid debacle. It's a bit circuitous and difficult to explain but seems relevant.

We were doing a lot of construction on our property and had to acquire dozens of special permits. One day I went to the town north of us in order to speak with the permitting office. They had ridiculously minimal hours of operation, and a hobbled, home-based staff, so it had been hit or miss trying to reach anyone there in person or by phone.

There was a line wrapping around the building when I pulled up. People in masks were waiting to get in. The office shared a location with the county polling designation and almost everyone there was present to cast a ballot. 

I walked up and stood behind the last people in line. When they turned around to discuss politics, I recognized them to be a very nice couple who I'd met while working in another town during years past.

In a separate post somewhere (way back - https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...=1#post1312338), I mentioned the same couple bringing their doctor friend in (specifically, they said) to meet me. (That was another extreme experience of premonition that was startling at the time and has befuddled me for years...why did they want this military affiliated NLP coach/practitioner to meet with me of all people? I was honored to be introduced to their friend, but still... why?)

Strangely, they had been our topic of conversation while recounting odd experiences the night before, and I often wondered what had happened to them.

The couple was very kind and notably unusual. 

They were significant characters in my evolving perception during the years between 2014 and 2019.
 
One of them was renowned at UT Dallas Research Labs, the other with engineering (if recollection is correct) at HSFL and Caltech. They were involved with or adjacent to the SSC ...which was extremely relevant for me. 

What were the chances they would randomly volunteer that background one afternoon, out of the blue, when I had wondered about the Super Collider for so long?

-->The significance of this is that when we moved to the US and were living at NAS (Pensacola Naval Air Station) in 2000, I had the bizarre spontaneous inclination to make a set of email addresses with specific names, late one night. One for each of our family members.
 
The morning after creating the emails, having not yet shared them with anyone, I awoke to lots of correspondence from scientists and international PhDs mid-engagement regarding a project they were working on. 

I was in awe. Their line of communication went on for years- nearly a decade. 

At some point, this connected me with conversations that included people I had been completely unaware of and frankly didn't appreciate the significance of until more recently: Paul Hellyer, Alfred Lambremont Webre, Professor Francis Boyle, Anthony Hilder and others. 

What caught my attention most (since I wasn't familiar then with their names) was that they were discussing continuation of the Superconducting Super Collider complex long after it had been sidelined, its effect on local populations (where my family had lived during the 80's), Helium-2, as well as mining Helium-3.
All of which was over my head at the time. (I was 23 and had no idea what most of it was, or who they were.) 

I had to research everything they wrote with steady determination to understand it. 

Like being in class, this filled notebooks and binders trying to memorize the terminology and organize what I was learning.

They continued to email over the years occasionally asking direct questions- never receiving any responses from my address. Silently, I read. 

The inclusion seemed somehow intentional- meant for me. I didn't know whether that was real or I was concocting a justification for not being upfront about eavesdropping in the conversation. Somehow, I rationalized that some "thing" drew me into making the email so that I could receive their messages, and they chose to send them not once or twice, but almost daily for years. I continued to quietly read and learn. They continued writing.  

-----> Anyway, back to the couple: We chatted while standing in line. Small talk. Dogs. I couldn't help finding it strange they were right there, at the same time I was, on a random day just after I had spoken about them. 

It was pure chance that I was even there; running the errand for my husband who was unexpectedly tied up with work. I told them we had been thinking of them. They said they wondered what happened to me, as well. We all seemed equally surprised.

 I continued to consider their presence sporadically. Mostly when trying to comprehend the bits and pieces that were peculiar from previous years. Many things not right to share here.

One year later, as the pandemic wound down, I started a new job and there they were! In the office again.

Happy to see them, I was fascinated.  

Time passed, and one day I was at the office feeling suddenly, incredibly glum about not doing things I was probably meant to do (life-review-type pondering over having made distinct choices to escape incredible opportunities my family and others had clearly planned). The couple walked in and took me by surprise. 

I hadn't yet said anything beyond "hello" that afternoon, yet they offered me a job with their company that designs and creates fundamental components for fusion labs, NASA, CERN and the like.
 
It was an odd culmination of the biggest quandary in my teen-to-adult life being tied into a neat little bundle and served on a silver platter. With a bow.

I was wildly unqualified for the job and have no experience or education with anything like that, though it is a subject that has popped into my awareness for the past 20+ years.

Here was this miraculous "foot-in" to a job that I was intensely intrigued and perplexed by.

The wife of the doctor who owned the company then emailed to say I came highly recommended and asked if I would like to work for them. (Yes, of course I want to work for you!!) 

It was so stunning and over my head, though, that I was actually scared: all the implications- all the connections, the concept of what (or how it) was happening against the backdrop of the last 26 years (that I hadn't shared with anyone outside of family) was mind blowing.

It seemed like my dream and a longtime fear wound together... so much the case, that regretfully, once again I did not follow through. I simply could not bring myself to do it.
 
My husband was equally incredulous- even a little angry. "Why you? Of all people, why you? You're not trained for that." (I don't know) 

I tried to explain to him the coincidences...what happened in 2000 and strange childhood experiences in Texas during the 80's that I thought might be related because the timing and subject matter coincided.

These incredible people were actually there in Texas at the same point my family was, living in close proximity...but I became immobile, lost in thought for a significantly long period considering it...interpreting the coincidences, feeling uncomfortable until the offer's window finally, necessarily passed.

My inner voice wouldn't let me commit, even though the offer seemed like a prayer answered. 

Afterward, I breathed a semi-sad sigh of overwhelming relief, knowing that would likely be the last of our interactions. It was the right choice, perhaps done in the wrong way, but completed none the less.

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  Lots of coincidences, ideas, questions...things that appear as intuition & premonitions, but no real answers.

[Bill Ryan]

Posted by Victoria (here)
Dear Bill,
It's good you listen to your inner voice with confidence and that it is one of clarity for you to heed.

Dear Victoria, what a fascinating long post!!

I'm so glad I started this interesting thread... @Everyone, please do keep the wonderful and inspiring stories coming.

As for myself, I got the all clear yesterday and I went back to the mountains with my dog Mara as normal. I didn't break my leg, we weren't attacked by a puma, we weren't struck by lightning, we weren't hit by a bus, and Mara didn't fall out of the rear car window.

I'm still 100% convinced that I avoided something serious by staying at home for a few days. But because I avoided it... I'll never know what it was.