All my life, I have had these paranormal experiences I can best explain as "Knowings." Sometimes I just know something. Someone has handed me something, or said something to me, or I have seen an individual, or I have just been close enough to a situation without even seeing the situation, but I have this immediate, sudden, unplanned knowledge. There are other examples, and specific examples.
So as soon as I put my left foot on the ground, I had a Knowing. "I was going to tell my sister that I was not going on the trip, because I responded to a fatality at work the night before." This night being the night before referenced in my Knowing.
Okay, around June 1st, I decided to take off work on Saturday, June 18. I had a lot to do to get my kitten, Lucy, ready to stay by herself for one night. I didn't want to take her to a kennel. I didn't want a sitter to check on her if I was only going to be gone 24 hours, not much longer than when I work a double shift which she is used to every now and then; if she saw someone else come into our house instead of me, should would worry about me, and/or feel abandoned.
So I just had to install a window air conditioner unit and burglar bars, since the house is single story and pushing in window AC units is a common way for burglars to break in. I wasn't as concerned about the loss of an AC Unit, as I was that Lucy could get hurt if she got out. Or someone might steal or hurt her. So I did the installation and security measures. I also worked, did the weekly mowing, landscaping and household chores. Got the car ready, and presents for family members with birthdays upcoming. Got everything done on all my lists, despite an injury and working with one arm in pain 24/7.
My biggest fears are dying in a traffic accident, driving on bridges and public speaking.
So after that momentous Knowing and wondering slightly, hmmm, I wonder who I am going to find in the building unconscious, who is going to have that fatal moment? I swiped my card, and entered the building, no longer thinking about all that nonsense. I just started through my rounds. I turned out the lights in an office section and came out one of their doors on the other side of the building, where a long, narrow, employee parking lot is separated from a 2 lane road by a small berm, 12 feet wide, with some small pines, about 20 feet tall and other landscaping. I could see 2 marked Police cars and 1 Fire Engine on the road. I wasn't sure what they were responding to. As I could see many other Responders arriving in Police, Fire and Rescue vehicles responding, I knew I should investigate what they were responding to. We are in an industrial area and I thought it prudent to determine if there was going to be anything that would affect our staff or buildings.
Then I saw a white van had crashed. I needed to get close enough to determine that it was not one of our company or contractor work vans. I saw the front end of an older model, white Dodge panel van, crashed into one of the pines with so much force it had pretty much split the front end of the van in two. Paramedics were working on the (presumed) driver lain on our landscaping, giving (him) chest compressions. I thought it looked like he wasn't going to make it. I couldn't see the body of the driver. I could see how the Responders who were working on him were working; they were doing their jobs, but I felt what I was looking at was that they had seen this before, that his injuries were too massive for him to be resuscitated. I could have taken pics to send to the news "as it happens," but that's not right. I informed the bosses what was going on beside our building and we would need to look out for media Friday night.
So I finish up at that building, go back to my other building, struggling with "Is this a sign that I should not go on the road tomorrow?" I was going to have go home, get home around 1 am, take care of my cat. Fall asleep quick, get back up at 5 am, and leave at 6 am. I could leave later, but then I have less time there and also increase the chance of driving in summer thunder storms - ugh. I thought about it a lot, was I using that accident fatality an excuse for me not to go on a trip that I really didn't want to go on? Probably. But what about the Knowing. The accident had not happened before I left to go to the Warehouse. I later found out that the crash had occurred and been called in to 9-1-1 at 8:15 pm. I drive exactly 1/2 a mile from the main building to the warehouse, with two stops signs in between. Plus getting in and out of the car, it is usually between a two and three minutes trip for me. It was occurring on the other side of the building as I pulled up to the loading side. It is likely that the spirit of the individual who crashed, was letting go at the time my foot touched the ground.
At some point during the rest of my work evening, I came to grips with the trip that I was nervous about taking. I said to myself, well, you have been to crime scenes, murder scenes and you didn't feel that you were going to be murdered by the same mechanism of Death of those crimes. That guy's car accident didn't have anything to do with you. You were just lucky that since you were both on the road in the same area at the same time, that he didn't crash into you. It's sad for him and his family, but had he not hit the tree and kept on the trajectory he was on, he would have crashed into the building and more people could have been hurt, again, also you.
So I decided to go on the trip. I stopped and got gas at WaWa on the way home. I got home about 12:40 am. Brought my stuff in. Checked on my kitten. She hadn't eaten as much as I would prefer she would while I was gone, but she was stretching, so she may have slept the whole time. She hadn't pooped yet, but likely she would soon, her routine. She waits for me to get home. Awwww... She's just so excited to see me. hahaha
She was playful, in great spirits. I gave her her sweet, oat grass to munch on for a quick minute. Then I feed her some lightly warmed wet food, with a little added water for hydration. We played some fetch and catch, and then fussball for awhile. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts while we played. I had a cocktail and my herbal, melatonin tablet so I could get to that rest more quickly. She went to her box to stoically pee, first step in her routine of elimination. Then a few minutes later she ran a few laps around the house and then went to more focused poop in the box. I wiped her feet and checked her bottom, since we both enjoy her hopping on my bed and pillows. Since I was leaving town shortly, and even though I had changed the whole box just days ago, instead of scooping, I dumped the whole box and replaced it with another on already set up. When I got up again in a few hours I had planned to put out a second clean box, she likes to be clean and tidy. I took the used one to dump directly to the outside trash and left the box in the backyard to be hosed out.
Usually I am rapt with detail, but around this time, the order of things is a little confusing even for me. I know that I would have waited to take a shower until after she pooped and until after I had taken it outside. I usually do that instead of scoop the poop in my nice clean pj's. So I was kneeling beside my bath tub. This could have been before or after my shower. I have a little tub (bus pan) that I keep in the tub for Lucy to play with some rubber balls or pieces of ice with in shallow water. She has been doing this since I have had her at 12 weeks. If I don't leave water for her to play with, she will go in her room, and pick up her water cooler and throw it on the floor so that she has water to play in. The little tub stays in the big tub, and I take it out each time I take a shower.
Lucy likes to stay in the bathroom and watch the water in the shower while I am in there, smacking the droplets accumulating and running down the curtain in rivulets. Then she hops in the shower when I am through to smack the water on the curtain some more, or to play with her toys or ice. She also smacks me on the behind when I am getting ready to get into the shower. I presume she thinks this is hilarious, or either she wants me to hurry up so she can get in or so I don't waste water. It hilarious, but I digress.
So I was down by the tub, either getting her toys out, or putting them back. And suddenly Lucy was going berserk, running in and out of the bathroom. Okay, it must have been I was getting ready for the shower. I had just come back inside from taking the other litter box outside. I would have been trying to keep on my time table to go to sleep a little earlier than normal. I had hoped to be asleep by 2 am, to get 3 hours of sleep. So I was down by the tub getting her toys and I was going to drain her little tub out, and she was running around like crazy. Now Lucy is really athletic and energetic. Play is her life. But she was out of control. A Vet and I had talked about how kittens can hurt themselves running too hard and running into solid objects. I was concerned at first that she might hurt herself. She was more than excited like she is when she is playing or when she sees some wild animal outside.
I said "Lucy, Lucy, calm down." By this time she was in the tub, and I was trying to get a reassuring hold on her shoulders with my left hand, closest to her. She was looking in my general direction, but it was like she was focusing around me, in front of me, between us, over my head and behind me, and imagine this - with a look of absolute terror on her face.
When she was little, she had a high fever and I thought she was (calmly) hallucinating, aurally and visually as she seemed to be looking at something I could not see in the air, focusing on that. My thoughts raced with light speed through diagnostics of what in the heck was going on with her. I thought she was hallucinating. I thought "Lucy, what did you get in to?!" Then I rationalized, she went from zero to sixty in seconds. (1) There is nothing that she could have gotten into in my house that would poison her with those effects. (2) Whatever was happening was too sudden to have affected a change that quickly. I didn't think she had a fever again, and this was different than before, she wasn't running around like a Beserker before, but something was very wrong.
I was worried about her running again and hurting herself, if she hadn't already. I was gently as possible trying to keep her in the (empty) tub. She started attacking at me. She wasn't attacking me, but something in my vicinity. She didn't hiss. She didn't growl. She's generally a very quiet cat. It's like she was saying, "aaaaa aaaa...," like me when I cried in front of her recently, but she was very scared of something. She was absolutely terrified. She's not terrified of me. She absolutely loves me, and I her. I know this sounds crazy, but in my mind's eye, replaying her terror, I can't even say, I was seeing my same cat. In my memory, she was a more black and white cat, black with white paws, some white on the face. There's something about that I will tell others later, but not the nay-sayers. No, I'm not crazy, and I was not hallucinating or dreaming.
I think the time frame of her frantic behavior was a minute, maybe a little longer. Wasn't timing it. If any of you have ever had to deal with a family member, friend, patient, stranger who is having a meltdown, flipping out from drugs or from a terrible tragedy, it was like that. Of if you cast a kitten to be the screaming victim in some scary movie. Seriously, it was the look of terror.
After she quit flipping out, she was breathing hard, and her heart was beating hard. I got her to lay down in the tub with her front legs in front of her, her back leg to to each side, the lion pose. She was pissed off, she would toss a look over her shoulder at me, but her look said she was really mad at me. She was making eye contact with me. She is rarely mad at me. She was being a Queen, not a little kitten anymore. I kept telling her, "It's okay, Lucy. It's okay, Sweetie. I love you Baby. Calm down. Calm your breathing down." She was calming down. I kept my hands near her, but not on her, not yet. I just kept talking to her calmly. I was trying to figure out what the heck had just happened. If I hadn't seen this, I wouldn't believe it. I thought about the symptoms. Trying to figure the time line, the events leading up to the experience. I was talking to her and calming her down. "Calm your breathing down Lucy." She was calming down some. She was letting me rub under her chin, her favorite spot. She let me gently probe her body and head; I was search for any tender spots looking for any bug bite or injury she might have caused to herself, but found nothing. I was still going through things, thinking it through while monitoring her de-escalation, contemplating calling my neighbor to drive us to the Emergency Vet.
Going through the things I didn't think it could be. The symptoms. Having the conversation in my head that I would tell the Vet if we went: She ate & drank, we played, she peed and pooped, and then it was if she saw a ghost.
Oh.
So, now it all made sense. It may or may not have been the same spirit of the driver who died in the crash. I have this relationship with Spirits. They do come to see and help me from time to time. I don't have anybody else in my life to count on all the time, so the Spirits show up to help me, guide me, give me some message, but I have to do the work to interpret and figure out. Sometimes the Spirits are also in the form of living humans, we call them Friends, Angels, maybe they are Angels. We're all Spirits, whether on this side or the other side, in a body or Mr. No Body, my childhood Spirit Friend. But some Spirit did not want me to go on that little trip. I was supposed to get that message with "Knowing." And then I talked myself into disregarding a message from Beyond. So I think that the Spirits knew that I needed another message and they knew that if I thought something was wrong with Lucy, that I could not leave her alone and go out of town.
From the time I decided to go out of town, I told Lucy I was going to go, and for how long, and that she would be okay. I'm pretty sure she understood that I was going somewhere without her. She's a smart girl and probably realized my suitcase meant I was going somewhere. She was not eating as much as I would like her to eat. She's not starving to death, but she wasn't eating her favorite food from her Snacky Mouse. So I was a little concerned.
I don't know how long we sat in and beside the tub. If you have dealt with someone who has a meltdown, it was like that; it will leave you both exhausted. So much energy was spent; her being frantic, mine responding and trying to be an external calming force. I know that eventually I could hear Two and a Half Men on TV in the front room. It comes on at 2:00 and 2:30 am. I don't know if it was the first or second of the 1/2 hour episodes, but I think the second.
I know I decided I could try to go to sleep at 3:35 am. I looked at the clock when I turned out the light to go to sleep. The alarm was set for 5:00 am for me to leave at 6:00 am.
I remember seeing the talk show Harry on briefly and it comes on at 3:00 am. I think I got her out of the tub and wrapped her in a big towel gently, probably giving her a sponge bath with a wash cloth and cool water. She is quite amenable to that. I would have towel dried her off, and then she would have helped licking and smoothing her fur, because I don't do it as good as she does. I would have taken her to her water fountain to get her to drink a little. I likely gave her a treat or got her to eat some of her food or both. I felt that she was back to normal with her breathing, heart rate and disposition for me to take a quick shower. Then we went to bed.
Well, right before I went to bed, since it was almost time to get up, I was thinking about this 2nd Paranormal Message received in such a brief span of time. I'd say the message was urgent in that case. I was thinking my Mom would be disappointed, but my Mom would not want me to drive with no sleep and if I was worried about Lucy. My Mom understands it is expensive for me to take off work; I have no benes or PTO, and the City keeps taking more and more money like I have an endless source. I think when I was headed to bed I was consigned not go on my little trip. It shouldn't be such a big deal, but it was. So big, the Spirits had to come a calling, twice!
So, we went to bed. I woke at 5:00 am when the alarm sounded. I shut it off, went back to sleep. I don't believe I reset the alarm for 7:00 am, but I got up then and decided, no, I'm not going to go. I texted my sister not to expect me. I texted my boss and asked him if I could work Sat night since I was not going out of town.
While I slept, Lucy brought me 4 toys from her toy tent, and even put one of our Foosball golf balls in my slipper. I had put the cash for my trip in my shoe by the door so that I wold not forget it in the am. She was watching. She had eaten all of her Snacky Mouse food and was excited that I got up to play with her at 7:00 am. She was back to normal. I was tired. We played, and went back to sleep before I went to work in the afternoon. I was tired for days. I think that the intense metaphysical presence of the Spirits affected my energy level at some other than the normal physical level. Like I wasn't back to normal. I guess I was still connected to the Paranormal until Tuesday night. I think I connected with the Spirit the moment my foot touched the ground. Like you might get the current, get shocked if you touch a surface a live wire is touching, the energy flows.
I have seen "Ghosts" a few times. I believe they let you see them. One Spirit communicates with me through lights, because now she can that she's on the other side. I did NOT see the Spirits that night, I just got messages. It was Lucy that the presence was shown and it terrified her. She was probably so mad at me later, because she figured I had brought them in or they attached themselves to me when I was outside throwing out the litter. But they were probably already around me, and when I threw out the litter and replaced the box and was getting ready to take a shower so early, the Spirits knew I really planned to go on the trip, and they made themselves known to scare Lucy on purpose. Mean Ghosts! Scare a little kitty like that! Hmmmph!
I say them, but I don't know which Spirits or how many were involved, or even why I was to stay.
Tuesday night is my Monday. I was back at work at the building where that happened on Friday night. At about 8:30 pm, I went out the same office door side of the Warehouse building and there was a glorious sunset. And there was a rainbow. I could only see one side of the rainbow, but the arch ended at the spot where the man had crashed his van and given up his life on Friday night. I was not the only employee who saw that. Another gal was out there, saw it and remarked on it. I think it's a sign that he's all right with things now. I didn't take a picture then. It's painted in my indelible memory. I hope that his family is finding some comfort in his Peace.
I know some of you won't believe this story. That's okay. The Paranormal doesn't happen to people who are not going to understand it. I just thought it was a crazy story that just happened to me, so it's kind of fresh on my mind right now. And I could explain a little of my Paranormal experience to you.
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