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Just The Usual
Saturday, 04 October 2008
Psychic experiances, precognition, empathic sensitivity,  has pretty much been a part of my life since I was about seventeen years old.  I've predicted my own future places I would live, my last daughters birthday, and name, the death of her husband in a motorcycle accident, all by the age of seventeen.  I even predicted my second husbands identity, at that age, although I didn't quite realize it at the time.  Over the years, I've become accustom to these whisps of psychic ability, but nothing prepared me for one event I could "know" of, yet not stop.. It was a lovely summers day and my best friend "Kathy" and I met up at our favorite park with our kids, and my new grandson, for a relaxing afternoon.  As my daughters and I were getting my grandson, and our gear out of the car, a wave of dread came over me, which at that moment wasn't quite clear to me why.  It wasn't untill I saw Kathys daughter that the messages became clearer to me.  After awhile, "Mary" and I were left there at our spot alone while Kathy and my oldest daughter took the rest of the kids to play on the swing, so we were able to talk.  Thats when I was able to warn her that someone close to her that her mother has been asking her to stop associating with, was very dangerous to be around, to listen to her Mom.  Sadly, that was all of the information I was recieving to pass on to her.  Several months later, Mary was in her moms kitchen making cookies, her new baby girl asleep in another room, when Marys brother James ex-girlfriend pulled up in front of the house calling for Mary, asking to use the phone. When Mary took the cordless phone outside to the car, she was ambushed from behind, and shot in the head, the ex-girlfriend, and a passenger in her car were also killed.  Apparently the ex-girlfriend was mixed up with some pretty dangerous people, whom she had gotten on the bad side of by being scandelous, and poor Mary, was just an innocent victem to the whole tragedy.  Needless to say, I felt so helpless, that I knew something bad was going to happen, and just didn't have all the specifics to give a better than vague warning, and was devistated at Marys tragic and violent death, which to this day bothers me that I couldn't keep from happening.
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