This is really about two different people who I had contact with and had an unpleasant vision with one and a voice told me about his death.
The first one goes back to 1980. I was working in a factory part time in the evening. A co-worker was retiring soon and every time I was around her I would have the same vision. There were many flashing bubble lights a short distance away. I could see a policeman in a navy blue uniform with short sleeves at night along a double highway. His hands were covered with blood. You could feel his distress and I knew someone had died. There was no name or date given. I had a dilemma. Do I tell her about what I saw or say nothing? I waited to her last night and told her about the reoccurring vision and what little information I had.
A month later at work I was told about how this retired lady (she had moved to Florida) had lost her son in a gruesome car accident on a highway in Florida one night.
I felt so sorry for her and I only wish I had clearer and more concise information to give her before she had left work that last night.
Story number two happened in mid 1990's. I was on my way to work for the 11-7 shift. I was a nursing supervisor at a state mental hospital. I stopped at an all night gas station mini mart to pick up some cold drinks for work. I chatted with the male clerk and he was a little upset because he was suppose to go home at 11 p.m. But his relief wasn't going to get there until 3 a.m... I wished him a good night and got into my car. All of a sudden a voice came into my head and it said he was going to die tonight. My first thought was "I'm a morbid ___hole." Of course I wondered do I go back and tell him or say nothing? Well, I thought about what happened before and there was no added information, so I decided to say nothing. When I returned home the next morning I listened to the news first before I went to bed. On the t.v. Screen was a picture of the gas station mini mart and then the store video was played. Around 2 a.m. The clerk was shot to death during a robbery.
I still cry when I think about it. Why are you given this limited information if you can't help these people? Is it only for my benefit to believe in my own reality and accept that somethings can't change?
I see so much death and hear sounds as well as voices dealing with death it does depress me at times. But then there is the good side when I can help people with little things like lost keys. I guess I'm here to learn such things and be thankful for what I do have.
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What a gift and great experience to have the validation of your soul. I always say it's great to believe but it's better to know.
The sum of your life will go with you when your time comes. All the empathy, knowledge and love. I was given a gift of my own in regards to this. I asked several years back why oh why had I incarnated into such a dark place filled which so much malice, hate and despair (I asked this after hearing of a particularly awful rape and murder case of a child). In answer, that night I was given my own life review. I experienced not only the love I had given to everyone but how that love had felt to them when they received it. I had touched thousands and all of that came back to me, tenfold. I was floored at the wave that had rippled out and I was filled with joy. Then the voice said to me, "Would you not come back again?" And without hesitation, my answer was yes. Though this life has its pains and trials, we make it better and more bearable to others by the love we give.
Anne