When spirit speaks...
So I have a secret, but you can’t tell a single soul. They won’t believe you anyway. You probably won’t believe me either, but here goes nothing....
I can read. I don’t mean articulate letters that form words, which extend to sentences, full on paragraphs and storylines.
I mean I can read, the energy, aura, intentions and thoughts of another human being. I’ve always been this way though I mistook this gift as a curse of mental misfortune. So, the universe enforced the gift upon me through dreams in prophesy and cartomancy.
In fact, in the first week on May, just before heading off to work, I found a card at my feet while tossing my trash into the dumpster. The card was a 2 of hearts. Instinctually I knew that I’d meet a man that day. And I did.
When *Michael grabbed my hand upon meeting, I got a gut instinct or perhaps it was premonition, to be careful with this guy, he’s good at charades.
Within two weeks of meeting him, he became borderline stalkerish. He’d pop up out of nowhere, outside my work during my lunch hour. He’d call and text me incessantly even when he knew I was at work. More than once I tried breaking things off with him by letting him know I was too busy with work and getting my life on track to be worried about a relationship. Each time he would show up to my work and convince me to give him another shot.
Three weeks in, I had the strangest dream. In it I’d attended two parties. The first one was hosted by a childhood friend *Mya and her boyfriend *John, a person I met at work in my early 20′s. I remember thinking ‘who would’ve thought these would hook up?’ These people had no connection that I knew of, other than me, and they’d never met.
After the party, I went to another shindig of which I’m not sure how or why I was invited. All I know is that when I arrived, I was accosted and questioned by a guy from my old high school named ‘Dale’. Now Dale and Mya did know each other as we’d all attended the same highschool. He wanted to know where I’d been, and with whom and why.
I snapped on him like a picked peapod. I told him he wasn’t the boss of me and I didn’t owe him an explanation for the simple fact that he wasn’t my man.
That’s when he confessed that he’d killed Mya the same friend whose party I’d just left. I became hysterically inconsolable at the news and then I grew enraged. Dale ran up on me like he was going to knock my lights out, at which time I spoke the words, ’You better not put your hands on me. You will drop dead first! Mya won't allow you to get away with it.' Internally it felt as if Mya had spoken to and through my spirit.
Dale must have felt some truth to those words because out of nowhere he backed into the edge of the roof where the party was being held, and jumped to his death.
When I awoke from the dream I was terrified, but I quickly jotted everything down because I knew it was a prophetic dream somehow.
The fact that it was raining outside when I woke up and the a song titled ‘Love will set you free’, by Kelly Price rang in my ears were also signs. The rain stopped the moment I penned the final sentence of my recollection of the dream.
I got up and ready for work as usual. On my lunch hour, Michael appeared out of nowhere wanting to talk about why I hadn’t been answering his calls. Instead of making a seen I told him to follow me to the sandwich shop and I’d explain why. Instead I told him about my dream, names and all.
After I told him about the dream he made a comment, ‘my middle name is Dale.’ The hairs on my skin rose as if a wind chill had just blown through. I took it to be a sign that the dream was about him.
If I never had that dream, I probably would’ve found myself in a domestic violence situation with Michael.
I told him with finality, that day, never to contact me again nor show up at or near my work. I was loud enough to be noticed and direct enough that he got the message.
That’s my secret.
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