Confessions of a Psychic

While taking a break from typing up my 2009-2010 predictions to place publicly on my website, I had the thought about predictions themselves. Some predictions are ho-hum, while others are extraordinary. Separating the extraordinary from the ordinary is no big deal, but I wonder if they really matter? I confess that I have had the urge to pick up the phone and call law enforcement, a politician or an individual that I know will have to deal with an unexpected situation, but like I have done in the past, I will simply let that information float by and wait to hear it on the news. Can you imagine how it feels to know something is coming and you cannot change what is about to take place? It is an awful feeling.

Many years ago, I learned my lesson about forewarning others. I was asked by a psychic peer if I would deliver a message to a U.S. Senator’s office about an upcoming tragedy in hopes of offsetting it to begin with. I was naïve then. I volunteered, sent the message and waited for a reply. Shortly thereafter, I received a call from detective Zimmerman of the Washington State Police Department asking me why I did not go through protocol. Geez. Part of me was happy to hear from him and I believe he was shocked when I answered the phone saying, “Ah, detective. . . .I’ve been waiting on your call.” Not the best way to start out a conversation; especially, with the subject that I needed to discuss. Long story short, I took more flack for delivering the message than anything else despite the good intentions of aiding a senator in offsetting tragedy. The senator, although familiar with psychics, did not heed my peer’s warning, and tragedy struck just two months thereafter.

So when making predictions both publicly and privately, I often hope that I am wrong. Most predictions made are to forewarn others in a general way. I have been wrong before, but mainly, only on the timing of it. Sometimes; if I could, I would rather give an approximate date, but generally I am shown the season, or shown an event prior to it. Optimistically, I want someone to offset them, or see it and cause other influences to divert it or delay it. I frequently say that to those I am providing psychic readings to. I tell them the reason for a reading is to see what influences are coming around the corner; good or bad, and if necessary, try to plan for it, divert it or cause changes. I want to speak to their senses and free will, too. “Come on freewill! Change that, will you?”

I am reminded of the famous astrologer and psychic, Jean Dixon who forewarned the United States President, John F. Kennedy about going to Dallas, Texas. She specifically told him he would be assassinated if he went there. He did not heed her warning. Two weeks following that conversation, he was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. I am sure he thought nothing of it, or even laughed it off. Jeane Dixon did the right thing. She told the president and that is all she could do.

Forewarning others is not often appreciated. Years ago, I took a nap and while in sleep my senses came alive with vivid colors, sound and smell. In the dream I was standing across the street from a convenient store owned by a local businessman I knew. He owned quite a few of them. While dreaming, I could smell the fumes coming from the cars zooming by, and I could see him lying on the ground outside in a pool of blood. I knew he had been shot. When I woke from the dream, I was shaking and upset. I immediately called him to warn him about the situation, making careful note on which store it was at. I told him what he was wearing and about what time of day it was. He said, “Come on, Angela! You know I don’t believe in that psychic stuff. Besides, I am fine. I have a security officer here to escort me or my wife when we leave the store with deposits. I carry a gun myself. Don’t worry about it. It was just a dream.”

It was not just a dream. Two days later, I discovered he had been shot at the very location I had seen. I learned that he had walked outside with the security officer and then suddenly realized he had forgotten something in the store. He waved the security officer on and went back inside. When he stepped out again, he was shot in the head and fell to the ground. Miraculously, he lived, but it took over a year before his memory began to slowly come back to him. I was angry for a long time at him. He could have avoided such a tragedy. It was not until much later that I realized that no one can change another person’s belief system. One can only deliver the messages and hope that the one receiving it does something with it.