I have come to realize that people who are psychic receive their messages in different formats. I am a person who usually receives my messages through the intervention of a "voice". If it is relating a message of urgency, to be acted on immediately, it is a rather frantic, panicky "voice" often stating "do it now". If it is relating something of no urgency, but telling me of something else, the voice is smooth, calm and very pleasing. In this true story I will give an example of a "voice" less urgent and the blessing fate bestowed on me.
One Friday morning several years ago, immediately upon waking, the very first thing I experienced was a "voice" saying, "Go to Atlantic City". Along with the voice, I also "envisioned" a hand with its fingers spread widely apart. This was strange because I do not often see images. Thinking it odd that this would be my first "thought" so to speak, upon waking, I quickly realized it was a psychic instruction. It was telling me to go to the casino. Being that I only had forty dollars to my name and half a tank of gas in my auto, I was somewhat reluctant to take that hour and a half trip, however, experience told me that this "voice" never spoke without a reason, so I was certain that there was something awaiting me in AC, and since the voice was not frantic, I thought it must be something good. So I called a male friend of mine and asked if he wanted to go with me to AC, and he agreed. I told him I was going on a "hunch" and that I did not have much money. He laughed and said he wanted to go with me to see whether I was crazy or not.
About an hour into the trip, I began to feel rather foolish, but a few minutes later while looking at the roadside signs to determine our distance, I spied something that changed my attitude. There on the side of the road, big as day, was a sign for a psychic or rather a "fortune teller" with an image of the "hand of fate"; a large purple hand with the five fingers spread widely apart, just as it was in my waking vision. Needless to say, it relieved any doubts that I was beginning to have.
Well, cutting to the chase, I walked into the casino with my forty-dollars and in fifteen minutes, lost all but four bucks. I felt the tears welling in my eyes for having been so foolish. Sitting down at one of those slot machines with an attached stool, I told my friend that this was the last of my money, so I might as well play it. Turning to this random machine, I inserted three of the four dollars and pulled the handle. I then got up and started to walk away without even waiting for the machine to stop spinning, when all of a sudden, I heard the bell go off and saw the flashing lights. I had just won the jackpot; fifteen hundred dollars. My friend was in a state of shock and disbelief and as we stood waiting for the casino staff to come and pay me, I took the last dollar and inserted it in the machine next to me and you guessed it, out fell five hundred dollars in coins. All in a matter of twenty minutes, I was in the casino, won, and on my way home with two thousand dollars.
The end of this story is just as interesting as the actual win itself. As we were driving home, I found myself behind a school bus full of children. In the window of the rear emergency door were several children. In the center of the door was a very beautiful boy with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He was staring directly into my face as I drove, and his expression was very serious and very intense. My friend also noticed it and we talked about him being somewhat creepy, particularly because of the fact that he kept staring in my face. At that moment, the bus began to make a left turn and the little boy, still staring at me, placed his hand on the rear bus door window and spread his fingers..."the hand of fate".
Wow! The message was loud and clear. Life is not a random series of events, somewhere in this existence there is a plan, sometimes we tap into it, most times we are oblivious, but on this day, the "it" wanted me to know "it" was there.