@susan-daisy Your story is just so sweet. I too am glad you all made it through the car crash. One of the most delightful parts of people's sharings here is their childhood stories. Seeing that angel floating up to the ceiling warms my heart.
Gosh, girl, you could commercialize the 'potential partner' radar that you have! Imagine how many people you could spare from miserable relationships. Jeanne observes that you have an amazing gift; I am so glad that you are feeling more comfortable with it and hope you will share developments.
The red car dream was a whopper! I wonder if you might mine more intuitive guidance from your dreams if you kept a dream journal? I am lazy but I know from experience that with practice, dreams can yield treasures.
I should try to do that. This past week, I felt like I was on a journey and shown so many things but when I awoke, I could not remember any of them. In the dream, I went through a range of emotions and remember saying to myself what just happened? I tend to recall the dreams when I am in the moment - "Deja vu."
In retrospect, I believe my intuition has been fairly keen my whole life and I'm now 70. About 21 years ago I experienced many repeated traumas from an ex, who was a narcissist and a sociopath. My intuition had warned me repeatedly over the prior ten years and I ignored it. That story is not my focus on this post.
The experience with this man was so painful that I vowed to ALWAYS listen to my intuition again. And I have. There have been incredible hits of intuition. I will share two at this time.
About two years ago I'm at my computer and my intuition had my typing "jeanne mayell". I had never heard of this incredible woman before. Never. The name came to me out of the blue.
Finding this site has been a gift and very calming during such difficult years. I cannot thank you all enough for your predictions and tracking the success. They gave me a great deal of hope when the narcissism of the orange guy was re-triggering my prior traumas and ptsd.
My deepest thanks to all of you. I immediately subscribed monthly.
The most life changing hit of intuition came about 15 months ago. I kept getting a repeated thought to get a mammogram. I had not had a mammogram in at least 15-16 years. Now, it's almost a persistent nudging. I got a mammogram and there was a mass. They did another test and again, were concerned. The doctor did a biospy of several samples and it was cancer. A few weeks later, the surgeon removed the tumor. It was stage 1. The surgeon said the results were "the best possible outcome". Intuitively, I felt all the cancer was gone.
A year ago, the oncologist recommended 5-6 weeks of chemo and radiation. It felt like every cell in my body was screaming "no". I declined any further treatment. I have felt great in the past year.
That experience further reinforces the value of listening to my intuition. It has always been right.
There have been times that my intuition warned me to stop at a GREEN light. I did. Another car ran a red light.
I have moved based on my intuition to another state (that wasn't on my bucket list). I have changed careers based on my intuition. While many of these changes were not on my "bucket list", they were absolutely the best decision in retrospect.
This is not something I can share with others in my work or social circle as they look at me like I am an alien. So, I'm just quiet. Being in a safe place to share it, I hope, gives some inspiration to others.
(Disclaimer: I feel a sense of responsibility to caution others when it comes to your life. I had many remarkable situations trusting my intuition and was willing to bet on it. Every person should use discretion and the consultations with health care professionals before making a decision. Meditation and centering within to get the right answer for you, after input from health care professionals, can possibly be beneficial.)
I do love Fannie Flagg and will check that one out. I. also gravitate to books about NDEs. The Scorpio rising in this Gemini sparks my interest in the occult.
A great book on the topic here is The Afterlife of Billy Fingers. It is a sister's account of communication with her brother beyond the veil. It could be fiction, but it rings with truth.
@oscaroreo or Jan
What a wonderful gift! Receiving Jeanne's full name out of the ether was a remarkable example.
The only time I have received a name was in a dream; I dreamt that a dark skinned man was boxing my husband in a boxing ring. "Cholo," was the name that entered my head. (I do not like boxing nor know anything about it.) The next morning I asked my husband if he had ever heard the name Cholo and he said, "Yes, he is a Mexican boxer."
I have had a variety of intuitive experiences since I was a child. I have not discussed this one ever but the earliest I remember was in fact, my first memory at all. I must have been between the ages of three and four and I was sitting on a concrete step behind a house looking at the area around me and watched it slowly shift. Even though I could not have had the language to describe what I was seeing, it seemed as though reality changed as it might in a theater, the backdrop and scenery altered. It was fluid, for lack of a better word--an altered present. It felt eerie but not menacing. That memory and shifting scenery is still clear to me now.
Like Jan, I have had intuitive experiences that saved me from harm. For one, I was driving up a winding, tree lined road when a clear, strong male voice in my head ordered "Slow Down!" I immediately took my foot off of the accelerator and seconds later a speeding car came careening around the corner in my lane. That message saved me from a head on collision.
Another was a feeling I was being watched when I got out of my car at night going into my apartment. I did not see or hear anything but I strongly felt a threatening presence. It was so strong that that for the next few days, I called a male neighbor as I left work to ask him to come out on his balcony to keep an eye on me as I entered my apartment. A day or two later, I also felt a shudder when I looked at a window at the back of the apartment and so I rushed to close and lock it. A few days later, an intruder climbed into the apartment next door, through the window next to mine. Gavin de Becker describes this kind of intuition in his book, The Gift of Fear and like Jan, encourages us to always trust and act on those feelings.
I am enjoying this thread. There must be mountains of experiences amongst this talented group. I look forward to hearing more.
I love this thread. I consider myself to be a good people reader with intuition though I still struggle with the idea that I have any psychic powers, so I appreciate Jeanne's suggestion that they are in fact the same. I often know things or can 'read' people's thoughts (though all women can, right? that's why they burned us at the stake ;)). I have a strange ability to "know" when people have gone through trauma, especially if it involves the death of a loved one. I meet people and know immediately that someone close to them has passed. In one case, I knew this immediately but because the death involved the murder of a sibling, it wasn't confirmed to me until years into my friendship with the person (he kept the murder private and never spoke about it). I've also known friends were pregnant (without seeing them in person), or known when someone is cheating.
When I was young I lived a very vibrant internal life, even though I had siblings and friends, I felt Very connected to spirit, especially angels. I have a memory of being in the back garden of our family church and the church had erected rows and rows of statutes of angels, and I walked through them, looking up at the angels. But no one in my family remembers this ever happening and I wonder if it was something I was just seeing.
I also have the thing where I can 'read a room' and know if something is off. I've been to weddings that I felt were 'off', even the most beautiful ones, to find out later something nefarious was going on (eg husband to-be had been cheating the whole time); I've met people and instantly know they were going to be bad for me (or others); and for both of the serious relationships I was in before my husband, I knew instantly "this person will be important to me for two-three years." I now think maybe I was accessing my akashic records.
My mother tells me that her mother had psychic abilities, like she would know who was calling on the phone or if someone had died.
I sometimes hear a voice that reassures me in times of severe stress. And I believe that I have been 'saved' a few times from terrible accidents - like a hammer falling onto my shoulder only because i moved my head, or would-be car accidents. I have met several people I felt were angels or sent by angels to help guide me (though I believe we all play these parts at times).
@raincloud Thank you so much for sharing your examples.
Intuition has always kept me safe from harm. In my early 20s, I drank and took recreational drugs a lot. Amazingly, I was never harmed. (I have been free of recreational drugs since 1974 and alcohol since 12-22-1979).
I keep tuned in constantly. As long as I'm clear and not overwhelmed or stressed, I can get a clear sense. Usually, I can sense if a situation (or person) is safe in advance so I can avoid it. That doesn't mean I haven't met my share of nuts or users. Just have not been physically harmed.
Very glad you listened to your intuition about the window. I love how that works.
Now, more than ever, I need to be guided to my next career move as my current position ends 8-14-2023. What helps the most is getting quiet in a peaceful environment and going within. Many well-intended friends will give me ideas; I find it challenging to come up with a response as the truth is that I listen to my intuition 100%. They think logically; practically. I am totally driven by my intuition as it is always right; even when it's not a move I'm personally not thrilled about. It is always right.
It's a gift that keeps giving and I wouldn't trade intuition for all the money in the world.
I don't even know how to describe my journey. I'm still sort of floundering with it-going along for the ride, but not knowing where I'm headed or how I'll get there. I know I saw apparitions as a kid a few times, and thought I was just seeing things. There were times when people would describe events and, like reading a book, we internally visualize what we hear or read. Occasionally for me these visualizations would be much more vivid in my mind's eye, have a different feeling. I didn't put 2 and 2 together for decades. I'd sometimes disagree with the weather reports, and eventually wasn't too surprised when I was right, and they were wrong about an upcoming storm. Not that it happened all that often, but I can remember such instances even back in elementary school. Having come from a dysfunctional family, it's sometimes hard to tell what may have been intuition vs sharpened survival skills from living in such an atmosphere.
I had just gotten my first reading or two in the year before Monica died. No one saw her accident in those readings. I had just started believing in angels and having such conversations with Monica at this time as well. I know I've told the story of how at first I was thrilled for her getting her dream of going on the trip, and how she wanted me to go. Then I chose not to go, and had all sorts of warnings and dreams that I didn't understand. I expressed my fears to an unconcerned trip organizer, telling him I didn't want my daughter blown up on public transportation. I still wonder if I traumatized him for life, given what happened.
Once I had half of my brain function return after the accident, I realized something was different about me, and had always been so. I just didn't know or acknowledge it. I could recall past incidents that should have let me know something was up-like the time the ex left the house to go get new work clothes, and I told Monica he was going to get me a ring. I described it in detail, and I was right on every count-the number of diamonds, the setting, etc. She looked gobsmacked when I opened the box.
I still haven't trained it, nor have I turned it on fully yet. I guess there's a little fear of it being intrusive or not being able to control who comes to visit and when. Tho, just like the other night, Monica was in my dreams, and it wasn't a dream. I knew full well as I was asleep she was coming for a visit, I was overwhelmed with the honor. I could see her freckle pattern so clearly, her smile, and could touch her. I felt it in my soul and was ever so grateful. It was not the normal visit where she just pops up in my dreams, flits in and out of the dream. I've also had great experiences in meditation (which I haven't practiced in over a decade now and need to get back to).
I never thought I'd be one to see waking visions, but my first was at the hotel two days after the accident. I described it here, telling of seeing an old woman in a mirror. The next came a few months later-warning me not to trust someone the ex was introducing to me, and to not make the move west with my ex. I saw the woman in question driving me off a cliff in a red convertible within an hour of the introduction. That proved to be so accurate-she was the affair my ex would start as soon as he took the job out west-before we even got the house on the market in the east. I don't get waking visions often, but when I do, I now pay attention. I was visited by a guide maybe 6 months ago in my dreams, and was told that I needed to expect exponential growth and developments of my abilities. I do realize that this is yet to come, and feel it is hinging on dealing with my father, his passing, and my recuperation from the event.
I'm still in awe of the talent here on the forum, and totally grateful to @jeanne-mayell for giving us such a safe harbor over the years.
What prompted me to think of writing this today? As I was driving to the home to visit dad, as usual I was listening to the radio, trying to stay upbeat. One song after the other played, and I was naming that tune withing a note or two. Then I found I was playing the next song in my head before it actually started on the radio. For a change, I knew I heard it prior to it actually starting, and I could hear both my kids telling me that I was singing along before the song started (I'd also change the station when I didn't want to hear a song playing before the kids actually heard it-LOL). It always frustrated and amused both of them. I often don't realize I'm ahead of the music, as I actually hear the song playing, even tho apparently to others, it hasn't started quite yet.
My story is less spectacular, with isolated incidents only. The day I met my husband, we were having the most banal “getting to know you” conversation when a voice in my head said very clearly, “This is who you’re going to marry.” Engaged five months later, married eleven months after that, still very happy together at 33+ years and counting.
A few years later I was in the hospital, dangerously ill, when my beloved grandfather (who had died when I was 16) visited me in a dream so real I can still remember everything about it.
I met my second son in a dream the night before an ultrasound (I had been hoping for a girl) and was given his name, which had not even been on our short list. We named him that and he is indeed a gift of God.
The least ambiguous experiences I have had, like the ones above, all seem connected in some way with a moment of turning or crisis. I would give anything to see my late parents again in such a way but I guess the fact that apparently I haven’t needed a visitation even with the significant recent stress in my life is a good thing.
@cindy Oh Cindy, I had goosebumps the whole time I read your post. Chills, shivers.
We live in this unfathaomable mystery, and you have walked right into it and come back to tell us. I will never be able to grasp the enormity of what you have endured, the loss of your precious child, and how your love finds her out there in the beyond. All I know is that I feel blessed you came here and spoke to us so plainly and openly, so we could touch your light.
@2ndfdl I love how you knew when you met your husband and then later saw your son before he was born. I too felt those feelings about my husband and saw my daughter around the night she was conceived. She appeared in a dream and then touched me and I awoke from a surge of electric energy. I knew from that surge that she was in my body.
It's all so beautiful. Thank you for telling us about it.
@jeanne-mayell You made me cry this morning. Oddly enough, yesterday in the mail I got a handwritten card from one of my mother's dear friends who also noted she couldn't imagine some of what I've gone through (and she only really knows of my familial losses)-and this is a woman who's lost an adult child.
I came home from work one day when Monica was about 8. Back then, HBO was the only movie channel, and they only played G or PG rated films before prime time. Much to my surprise, Poltergeist was on and Monica was enthralled. (Note -Poltergeist at the time was rated PG, there was no PG-13 at the time) She wasn't scared at all, nor did she have aftereffects like nightmares. I had seen the movie, so I knew what to expect. At one point, Zelda Rubenstein's character is going to go into the portal that has opened up from the children's closet to try and retrieve the child the 'other side' had taken. Diane (Jo Beth William's character-the child's mother) says she'll go, as Carolanne won't go to strangers. Monica was snuggled in tight next to me and I told her during that very first viewing that if something ever happened to her, I too would find a way to punch my way from my world to wherever she was to find her. She smiled during this scene EVERY SINGLE TIME we watched it subsequently. Looking back, it was like we both knew what was coming in some way, and made a promise very early on. It's a promise we've both kept.
I had a friend online I found in a chat room just weeks after the accident. I was seeing signs, and wasn't sure if I was seeing signs or just practicing wishful thinking. I went looking for answers and Maggie latched on to me quickly. We never met in person, but we were friends for the rest of her life. We talked daily in IMs or emails. Maggie helped guide me in some of what I was seeing. In one meditation, I described what I'd witnessed, and she told me I was at the hall where the Akashic Records were stored. I was like the A-what? She helped me to realize I wasn't nuts, I was just connected more spiritually and didn't realize it. She's telling this to a gal who thought she might be struck by lightening on a bus ride for having the audacity to sit next to the pastor on the trip. LOL
Two years later, when I was chosen to go on Oprah to get a reading from James Van Praagh, I didn't understand why I was chosen-I didn't volunteer to do it. Maggie firmly told me that many people scoff at the idea of psychics, mediums, and the afterlife. I told her I was already getting contact with Monica, some other family should get the reading, and the solace it provided. Maggie convinced me that it was intended this way not for the reading and contact with Monica, but for the general public to gain a different perspective on the topic. It was to help those with spiritual gifts, as well as others who had lost a loved one and couldn't get a reading. This was in 98, and it was odd to have a bestseller on top of the list being about a psychic medium. I know that James was not happy with what transpired on the show, he felt Oprah was trying to torpedo him in some ways instead of playing Devil's Advocate. Maggie was wrong on one count-I was meant to get something out of it as well. On the plane ride to Amarillo (Oprah was in the middle of the cattleman's trial in TX), James introduced me to Dr. Brian Weiss. I didn't know who Dr. Weiss was, but the conversations the three of us had at the airport and limo ride to the hotel, as well as in the green room, made me understand I needed to read Dr. Weiss's books to get a better grip on the aspect I was struggling most with-why me?
This event was one of the huge synchronicities that made me go and re-evaluate why things happen, when they happen, and to whom they happen. It aided me in learning how to know when I really needed to listen, and when to just enjoy the ride (or visit). It aided me in dealing with people in my life who would have otherwise derailed my journey, break old patterns and habits (by old I mean even from past lives), and learn why I am who I am, and why I've had the experiences I've had. It helped me to understand I'm not a bad person, that's not why bad things have happened in my life, that's not how Karma always works. I'm a teacher where others can learn by understanding what has happened to me without having to go through it themselves. It made me understand why I was driven to become an advocate after the accident-tho my advocate roots go way back into childhood (like writing a petition at 10 to get rid of a teacher who didn't like children-trying to explain that one to the folks-oy!). It made me understand that I was chosen to play the role I occupied in many scenarios.
Chat rooms are a thing of the past, so finding like-minded souls was difficult after Maggie passed. I was truly grateful to be one of the early people to find your site, and love how it's evolved. I love that we can be ourselves here-warts and all. I also see that what Maggie told me came to pass. Between Jame's book, the Oprah show, it allowed the public to start being ok with spiritual phenomenon. James went on to do The Ghost Whisperer. Shows like Medium were also accepted. New psychics like John Edward became household names (yes he did Oprah too), not things whispered in chat rooms from days gone by. We are not so marginalized any longer, tho there will always be nay-sayers.
Oddly enough, and I don't know why, but two years ago a friend told me that OWN had uploaded a short clip of my reading with James on their YouTube channel out of the blue.
The world we live in and the ones beyond are all intertwined. We all have our roles to play. There are no minor parts. It's just that some of us are given the more difficult roles. For those of you who wonder about our hits and misses-here's a miss for you. In the green room after the shooting of the show, I told James that I had been told in another reading that I had some gifts as well. He looked at me and said "oh honey, maybe you should get your money back." I just smiled.
@cindy. My heart. "Monica was snuggled in tight next to me and I told her during that very first viewing that if something ever happened to her, I too would find a way to punch my way from my world to wherever she was to find her." The power of your love and your courage is so immense, and you've kept your word.
Cindy, you are definitely a teacher. I have been the student for multiple lessons you have taught, some directly to me in posts and others generally to our community at large. It is a blessing to have your wisdom be imparted so kindly and with authentically.
Often I feel that through your generous heart in sharing your relationship and experiences with Monica, we've been blessed in experiencing your loving bond which is unceasing and pure. It is a gift. Thank you dear friend for sharing it.
I believe this is the second time I have seen this Oprah clip and it is even more powerful today than the first time. Actually the third time because I also saw it when it aired originally. Man were you strong, clear thinking and composed. But of course you were because you are a teacher! One of the greatest lessons you have shown us is how love never fails. How it connects us all through time and space.
You have reminded me of an experience I had with my then 9 year old daughter. It was piano lesson time at our house and before her lesson (while her sister had her own lesson) my nine year old decided she wanted to pass the time until her own lesson by gathering up the leaves in our pool. I suspect it was to help her dad out so he wouldn't have to when he got home. It was cool long sleeve and pants weather and the wind had blown many leaves into our pool. I told her that was fine but before she went outside, I felt compelled to yell out to her " If you fall in, don't forget to swim!"
I thought it was a odd thing for me to say at the time, and I did so sorta jokingly, But with intent.
I watched through the window on and off while preparing dinner as she diligently found leaves and swept them up into her long net. The next thing I knew, she was back at the patio door sopping wet and crying. While skimming the leaves, she accidentally stepped backwards into the shockingly cold pool water and completely submerged herself. She was ok but shaken up. Through her tears as I brought a big towel to her and gave her a hug, she made sure I knew she had "remembered to swim".
I KNEW those words came to me as a "knowing sense" somehow. The piano teacher who had heard the entire exchange between us even looked at me and said " somehow you sensed she was going to fall into that pool." This was before I thought I had intuitive abilities, I simply thought I was just tuned-in with my kids.
I believe I was helped to send this message as a "lifeline" for her to use . A reminder that she had the power to solve the shocking situation on her own and not panic after she fell in.
@lovendures I posted yesterday morning after a few days of rushing around. The hospice working with dad are wonderful people. They asked last week if they could take dad from the home on a field trip. They arranged a date with his gal pal for a Valentines' lunch at one of our nice restaurants in town on the waterfront (intercoastal side) of one of our barrier islands. Two hospice nurses took them in a wheelchair van and ate at another table to make sure he had medical coverage while there if necessary. I was bouncing back and forth making sure he had everything he needed prior to the trip. He was so tired after getting home, but loved it. It was a nice time-good food, good company, he got to see all the boats-even a few that were like the one he had years ago. What a wonderful thing they did for him.
After posting, I then watched the clip again, the first time in ages. I then realized I'd posted it here before, noting how the producers came to hair & make up, wanting me to say I was a non-believer and how I was convinced by this reading. I told them I wouldn't lie (I was already a believer), even for Oprah, and thus the sideways glance I shot during the clip. I wasn't looking at James with that side-eye, but at the producer off camera. I'll readily admit I won't go into any reading with full confidence in the reader if it is the first time. Their reading will let me know of their capabilities. I think they were taken a bit aback by the non-compliance on my part. LOL Of course when I handed over my photo album in Los Angeles (we shot the actual reading 2 weeks prior in CA) so they could get background photos ready pre-filming of the actual show, I asked them not to use photos of me in a bathing suit. We see how well that worked out. I guess the fact that I stuck to my guns made an impression, as we were instructed pre-taping that James would be on stage with Oprah to open the show. At the first commercial break, I'd join them on stage for the next segment, and would return to my seat in the audience during the second commercial break. That way, Oprah had the opportunity to call Dr. Weiss or one of the other people who had gotten readings from James on stage for a segment. During the second commercial break, I stood up to go to my seat, and Oprah told me to sit back down, turned to the staff and said she's staying put. There I was for the rest of the show, unplanned, and interjecting when I saw fit. I guess I didn't tick her off, as Oprah gave me a huge hug at the end of the show.
Isn't it funny how sometimes things like what you told your daughter come out of our mouths, like they didn't even start as thoughts first? They just pop out and make us go, "where did that come from?" I've found that often, those things can be so much more accurate than things we actually think about before saying them. Those two stories-Oprah and Poltergeist came to mind as I was reading, so I figured that someone out there needed to hear them.
Someone needed to hear that bad things don't happen to us because we're bad people, and Karma is taking its toll. I hit a point in my life where I could have easily thrown in the towel, thinking I must have been the most despicable person in past lives, given what I've experienced in this one. Then I came to find that Karma isn't an eye for an eye. Sometimes we meet abusive people in lifetime after lifetime until we learn to break the cycle. There are lessons to be learned for both involved-the abused and the abuser. Being abused doesn't make us bad people. We have to learn that we are worth self-love, and that includes ending or altering abusive relationships. Karma isn't just "we have to pay back what we've done to others", we can help our soul family members to work off their Karmic debt, we can build up a Karmic balance like a savings account. It's not just I did XYZ in a past lifetime so XYZ will happen to me in this one. If the abuser hasn't learned their lesson when the abused has? Oh well, they'll have to return in another lifetime and try again. It's not your responsibility to make them learn their lesson.
The beauty of the mind is that no matter what happens to us, we have the ability to adjust our attitude about what happened. We have the capability to realize that the bad things aren't a reflection of us, but of those who perpetrated them. Let it be their burden to carry, instead of your own. If it seems they aren't burdened, realize you don't see the entire picture because it is their picture, not yours. Letting go doesn't mean that what was done was right, it means you aren't going to let it control you.
As one of Dr. Weiss's books is named, "Only Love is Real." It is everlasting, and we get to take it with us when we leave this world and go to the next. Just because we lose someone on this plane of existence doesn't mean we stop loving them, or vice versa. Some of those we love the most we'll spend other physical lifetimes with. Sometimes we won't, as we may have different lessons to teach or learn. But once that lifetime is utilized, we'll be reunited. In the meantime, even if we don't consciously remember them while here, we'll still be connected, still want the best for them from the depths of our souls. That's a wonderful concept to understand and hold dear.