Signs and When to Pay Attention

Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.

Part of being psychic is to notice signs or portents. Important things that will warn a person of things coming into their lives.

This has as much to do with fortune-telling as anything does. However, I do draw the line there. I feel we all create our own destiny for the most part and the “signs” you see aren’t all that important.

However.

The signs are there. The more psychically sensitive you are the more likely you will begin to pay attention to them.

A lot of people who don’t think they are psychic see signs. It’s natural.

In nature, these things happen all the time. When a tree turns from green to silver, it is showing the undersides of its leaves in preparation for a bit of rain. Sort of like you might expose your armpits to a waterfall for a quick bath.

If you happen to notice caterpillars are fuzzier than normal that might mean a hard winter. Or you can ignore those little signs and be constantly surprised when the sh*t hits the fan.

Myself? I like to be prepared, just a little bit. It’s because I flinch easily. That probably comes from a childhood of trauma, but I’m just guessing.

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So, here’s something. My husband and I are usually on the same wavelength. He can throw me some curve balls, but the reason I say we are mostly on the same wavelength is that he will know before I call him, or I will know before he telephones me. Sometimes we pick up the phone at the same time. It is a common refrain to hear him say to me, “I was just getting ready to call you.” The same thing used to happen to my sister and me.

I used to worry my co-workers when I’d say the boss was on the phone before anybody had answered it. At first, they thought it was funny. Later on, I could see the concern in their eyes. And, finally, they just accepted that it was psychic.

A traumatic event in our lives here in the San Francisco Bay area was the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake. It was a 6.9 and it shook the living daylights out of everybody. The upper deck of the Bay Bridge collapsed. Part of 880 collapsed. Buildings all over the place were damaged. Mass transit was disrupted. Sixty-three people died.

I remember I was afraid for so long afterward when I was washing my hair. I wasn’t even in the shower when it happened, but I’ve had a life-long fear of getting soap in my eyes and not being able to see when it is important to see. Showers became a lot quicker for me after that. California is in a drought so saving water anywhere you can becomes important.

My husband was sitting on the toilet at work when the earthquake struck. He said he had to hold his hands out to brace himself on either side of the stall he was sitting in; water sloshing all around. Imagine.

I was in the Safeway grocery store in the laundry detergent aisle. In those days most of the laundry detergent came in cardboard boxes and the liquid stuff wasn’t that prevalent. I saw those boxes, those heavy boxes come falling off the shelves all around me. They busted open all on the floor. Soap powder and boxes everywhere. At least none of it hit me. I was trapped. At least my cart was. I got soapsuds in my shoes and the sweat on my feet made bubbles squish up from the sides.

The lights went out.

There was a lady standing a few cart lengths in front of me, stunned like everyone in the store. I carefully picked my way toward her abandoning my cart full of groceries. I said, “Ma’am we need to leave the store now.” She was in shock and kept saying, “What about my groceries?” I said, “Leave them where they are. The electricity is off. We can’t buy them. We need to leave the store now.” I put my hand on her shoulder as I was talking to her. She repeated, “But, my groceries!”. I left her where she was. We were close to the doors. There were people standing all around. I got a glimpse of the checkout lines with folks in the midst of paying for their groceries and always wondered what happened with them. All the ATMs went down at the same time.

This is why in California everybody should keep emergency supplies somewhere. Our bag is near our front door. My husband bought it for us after that earthquake. It’s got a hand-crank radio and space blankets. Also, dehydrated food for 3 days, though it’s got to be 30 years old, at least. You are also supposed to keep a stash of cash around for emergencies.

The reason I went into so much detail here is that not that long ago I had the feeling of an earthquake as I walked down our hallway. My legs felt like they were turning to liquid which is what the soil does in areas that have been built up with landfill so housing can be built. It only lasted a few seconds, but it frightened the bejesus out of me. Even though we actually have earthquakes all the time most times nobody feels them. It wasn’t even a little one. It was just this scary feeling of an earthquake. I felt it in my stomach too, but mostly in my legs.

It was the next day I heard there had been a 7.2 earthquake in Southern Peru.

The other sign that occurred for me recently had to do with the computerized Mahjong games I play. In days past my game of choice was Solitaire, but in the past few years, I switched to Mahjong. It can sometimes get almost hypnotic, and I play around with it sometimes trying to beat myself and to go faster and faster making the matching tiles. For me, good games are those where I don’t have to do much tile shuffling. It happens sometimes that I can get through the games with no shuffles at all. The most are maybe 7 or 8 shuffles.

But there was a day about 2 weeks ago when for the life of me I was having to shuffle lots of times, like up to 20 times in a game. Really bad games. The odd thing is that it kept happening over and over again. You never sit down and play one game of Mahjong. It’s like eating potato chips. You don’t eat just one. Every single stinking game I played that morning kept bombing out and needed lots of shuffles. I remember thinking to myself it was strange.

The ball dropped. The lawyer called and all hell broke loose. It was so frightening. We had to keep reminding ourselves afterward that it was all part of the process, but it took me a couple of days to get my equilibrium back again.

Signs.

I have several friends who equate seeing butterflies as the signs that their mothers are visiting them. I don’t doubt it. Spirit can do all sorts of wonderful things and to have a butterfly near you and you start thinking of a loved one who has passed? Yeah, that’s a nice thing.

What are the signs you have in your life?

Sometimes I talk to invisible spirit guides, dead people, and animals. I’m just learning how to talk to animals. I don’t believe that it is all that different from talking to Spirit. I think it is more along the lines of painting with watercolor and painting with oil. Just slightly different.

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