Othersidepsychic, Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

I can’t remember if that movie was about trains or flying. For me, it seems appropriate that it is about trains.

Yesterday while going to see property with a realtor whom I am not so sure about ethically, because of what happened,and what I see to come,  I had a premonition seconds before it happened. I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t supposed to. I do know I got a very uneasy feeling about the realtor when I walked into a restaurant to meet him and his wife. It was not a good aura around him. It was more of a grey black. This much I do remember. For someone like me, good auras are everything. He did not have one. She did, but he didn’t. I should have listened to that and walked away. Selfish, only about what he could get is the type of person I had received from my spirit guides and his aura.

Making a right hand turn and about to proceed onto rail road tracks, I got a premonition that I was going to get into an accident and sure enough kabam, right into the back of my car.  The other driver got out. He was okay. He was going really fast to because my back bumper on my old car was made of metal and split right in two. Not good.

I think I was so much in shock that I don’t remember turning the car off, just realizing that my premonition had come true. The realtor reached over and put my car into park.

Needless to say, I didn’t heed my own warnings nor my feelings that surrounded meeting this person. Unfortunately, now I know, because I see it, that he will sue me for his medical injuries. He had none as he proceeded to get up immediately and walked over to the ambulance and had them put a collar around his neck. A cat scan and exray later of his entire body, he bent over to put on his boots and walked out of the hospital to go look at property. It was not a loss for him. It was for me, my car, my transportation and ultimately, what I see to come. A few seconds after the car was hit, the train comes. As I am on the phone with 911, the operator asked if we were off the tracks. Barely made it.

What goes around comes around. Good Karma begets good karma. I only surround myself around good karma. Live and Learn. I am good, a little sore but magnificently alive and good!

As for the other driver, I hope he is okay. As for the realtor, remember, good karma begets good karma. I don’t see it for him.

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang..

OtherSidePsychic, Absalon

Absalon was like a sweet brother to me. I worked with this man from the Philippines for over 15 years on board several yachts. Good looking, tall, built, Absalon’s nature was that of a beautiful person inside and you wanted to be around him. Over time, he acquired a new girlfriend, the chief stewardess, Tanya. One day they decided on their day off to go ahsore, swim in on rafts, as the yacht was anchored off the beach in the Bahamas, Exumas to be exact.

Tanya and I were not always on the best of terms. We both were type A personalities and she was also from Russia and so of course we butted heads. She was a doctor in her country but the USA did not recognize her medical degree so to support her children back home, she went to work on yachts.

Neither one of them knew I was in the galley, (kitchen) and they were sneaking past me when i asked them, do you have your radios with you? As yacht crew, you always carried your radio with you, no matter where you went. It was a premonition on my part but something told me to ask them if they had it. Indeed they responded they did.  I asked again. I had to be sure.

Tanya in a short quip, almost as though she was pissed off that I asked, retorted back to me and I let it go. Then I heard from Absalon, that he did indeed have his radio. I always trusted Absalon. I would trust that man with my life and have before.

A few hours later, a boat is speeding towards the yacht and it is full of men in the back, DEA agents who work in the Bahamas. Word came over the VHF that there was an accident and that they were working on someone heading to our yacht.

My heart sank as the small boat approached. The person they were working on was Absalon, he had died on the beach with Tanya and neither one of them had taken their radios with them.  My premonitions came once again to pass.

You can warn the person, inquire to ensure your message gets across to the person, but when it is their time to leave this earth, you can’t stop God’s will.

Absalon had a heart condition so bad that even if he did have his radio on him, no one could have reached him in time to save him.

I miss him and I love him dearly. Truly a brother I lost that day.