There's so much I want to talk about, so much I need to talk about. Two weeks it's been since I've written anything, even in my journal. So many experiences, good and bad, supernatural and human, personal and impersonal--I could go on forever. I'll go into my supernatural experiences for this post.
The other day I was coming home from school, and stopped at a restaurant to get myself a treat. While I was in the bathroom, a voice whispered loudly, "Sara!" At first I discarded it as the whoosing of the faucet, or the regular noises of a busy restaurant. I looked around; I was the only one in the small two-stall bathroom. Thinking back on it, I realized that someone, or something, was trying to communicate with me. It didn't occur to me at the time because who would try to communicate with me in the bathroom of a restaurant? I have no idea. It occurred to me later that they were trying to communicate with me there because I was alone.
Another opportunity missed. One of these days I'll help them, one way or another. I was born with this gift, and it's time I begin to use it in a way that will help ghosts move on. One day soon...
Later, on my way home, I saw a car in the distance (more than a mile, probably more like two) and instantaneously I thought, "What an odd red color." The moment that unbidden thought popped in my mind, I squinted slightly, and my eyesight seemed to zoom in on the car. It was as if I was looking through a telescope. I saw the car in great detail, as if it was ten feet in front of me. I blinked quickly, startled, and my eyesight returned to normal. The car was once more a speck in the distance. About a minute later, it drove past me; I stared at it, and it's occupants who in turn, stared at me, before busting out laughing. I must've had one weird expression on my face.
I was nearly halfway home when my third, and last (for that day, at least) very weird experience occurred. I was closing in on a road that intersected with the highway I was driving on and there were several cars ready to either cross the highway or merge onto it. The first car wasn't a car at all, but a construction vehicle (I can't think of the right term at the moment). The person driving it didn't check to see if any cars were coming, or even stop! He just kept on driving. By now I was about 50 feet away from the intersection and instinctively I shouted, "No! Stop!"
Abruptly, the yellow metal monster jerked to a halt, and it's driver's head whipped back and forth as if he had heard me! I don't know if he heard me telepathically, or actually heard my voice (whether I had projected it so he could) or if someone just passed along the message. What I do know is that my shouting what I did prevented one hell of a horrible accident.
So, that day, I experienced a multitude of pecularities, at least for someone else--for me they're as natural as breathing. In one day, I had an experience with a ghost, a telepathic encounter, and something I don't know how to label in any way, shape, or form--where I zoomed in on the car like a hawk on its prey.