September 2005 Page 25
by Catherine Rainwater
I know many people claim to have sensed something was going to happen before it did... sort of like recognizance, but more like heightened Intuition. I don't claim it... I really had it. It's gone now, though. However, when I did have it, I can safely say it was some of the worst times of my life. All I ever felt coming were bad things. Now, I didn't know what these things were going to be, really, but I had this tightness that was also like trapped energy within my chest. Then I knew something was going to happen.
I think it started when I was 14. I was writing a letter to my, at the time, boyfriend, and got this bad feeling. So I called to the house my parents were at to see if everything was okay. It was. Seriously, not five minutes after I got off the phone, my aunt called from Colorado. My cousin had been burned on his face, playing with a lighter while at a friend's house, and the friend's sister had been using nail polish remover. He'd singed off his eyebrows, and sustained burned across his forehead, nose, and cheeks around his nose. Fortunately not his eyes.
I don't know if I got any flashes between 14 and 16, but I recall one when I was 16, on November 20th, 1995. I'd gotten up that morning as usual and that day I was excited because I had a hardwood floor and wanted carpet for my room, and my mom was taking my sister and I to New York Carpet World to get some picked out. As I stepped out of the shower, there was that feeling... but it was like lightning as it hit me in the chest! I actually coughed. Then the most clear idea came to me: one of my grandparents was going to die. Those words rant through my head, word for word. I shook it off... to think such things! It was a horrible thought! We went on with our day and while we were eating dinner that night (I still remember, chicken nuggets and cheesy green beans), the phone rang. It was my grandfather. My "Grannie" (as we called her) had died of a massive heart attack at the mall. It was out of the blue. Unexpected. To be honest, I wonder if I hadn't called them to tell them what I'd felt that morning if things would've been different. Still kinda hurts.
But there's more. It was much much later that I either got my next feeling, or that I just noticed it. About six years later, on September 11th, 2001 at 3:00 a.m. EST, I laid in bed, crying my eyes out because the first thing I felt was that someone I knew was going to die. The feeling for worse and worse until I'd cried myself to sleep, realizing it was just too big of a feeling for it to either be one person, or for it to be the person I was thinking. I was worried it would be an elderly man I worked with at a hobby store. He's the sweetest guy, like a grandfather to everyone there. Well, I was even more afraid it was my husband. He was stationed on board the USS Enterprise at the time and had to go back after 9/11 hit. But that morning I was scared something bad would happen to him, especially after what happened to the USS Cole. I got a call about four hours later about the attacks. I am positive that's what I was feeling.
Two Februarys later, my daughter was born and my feelings stopped. I haven't had any verifiable sensings since... but that doesn't mean they are gone. I can say this, I really don't want to feel those feelings, though, again.
you have a paranormal tale to tell?