Is the Gift of Knowing Returnable If I Saved the Receipt?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Below.
I love movies Â (books, Â too) Â that have Â time Â travel Â in them. for me, pretty much any movie with a time travel subplot will win out over the most award-winning film in theatres.
I think itâ€™s because I understand the complicated emotions that are usually overlooked Â in these movies. Â You know, like how the hero feels when he meets an alternate version of the woman whoâ€™s been his true love for years and heâ€™s lost her and now he has a chance to be with her or save her or whatever but she doesnâ€™t remember him or their time together because sheâ€™s been in a different time line. Â I have a suspense story in mind Iâ€™d like to write one day, Room Without a Door, where a woman is pulled from a car crash by a paramedic she was married to in a different timeline where he was killed. Â In this timeline, heâ€™s alive, theyâ€™ve never met, heâ€™s engaged to the woman who murdered Â his Â double, Â but Â sheâ€™s Â thought Â to Â be Â an Â over- medicated frootloop whoâ€™s stalking the poor guy. Â It will be an interesting Â creative Â exercise in what is reality and what isnâ€™t.
I guess the idea of alternate timelines appeal to me so much because Iâ€™ve had intuitive flashes and warnings for so many years.Â Â The warnings show what might happen and give me an opportunity to prevent it. Â Itâ€™s like seeing a possible future and changing it. Â Nothing big or earth- shaking. Â No, itâ€™s usually a matter of getting someone to the hospital in Â time or an assurance that everything will be fine.
The more at-ease I become with myself, the more I have those strange feelings of just knowing. I think most of my life, Iâ€™ve had these, but I rarely got confirmation so I didnâ€™t trust any of it.
Iâ€™ve been more apt to trust it with other people, gifted intuitives Iâ€™ve Â worked with and researched with.Â Â A few days Â ago, Â I Â chatted Â byÂ Â phoneÂ Â with Â a Â friend Â whoâ€™s aÂ Â medical intuitive who promptly asked Â about my right wrist, my lower back, and my headaches. And that I was dehydrated. Yes, my right wrist is bothering Â me because of a repetitive Â stress injury. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Yes, my lower back is stiff from the sofa I slept on at my momâ€™s. Â Yes, after breathing the fumes from the floor cleaners at the hospital, my sinus headaches have been ratcheted up Â to a dull throb and Iâ€™m fighting an infection from the irritants. Â She was dead-on. And yes, Iâ€™m dehydrated.
My Personal Â Obi-Wan Â recently Â listed Â about Â 10 Â unusual things that she thought Iâ€™d have to deal with by the end of December, some coming up a lot faster than others, and the need to be Â prepared to act when they happened. Â Well, within 24 hours, Iâ€™d already run right smack dab into three of them and two of those three were absolutely bizarre predictions involving people I hadnâ€™t seen in years.
Me? Â It doesnâ€™t Â seem thatÂ cutÂ and dried Â when Â the â€œGift Â of Â Knowingâ€ Â drops Â a Â bit Â of Â knowledge Â on Â my head. Usually, Â Iâ€™ll ignore Â it.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Or, Iâ€™ll deny it because Â I donâ€™t trust it but then friends will get mad at me because to them itâ€™s obvious that I knew something and acted accordingly when to me, I didnâ€™t know it.
Last spring, I sat in my car Â with my brother and had a long conversation Â with Â him Â about Â people Â heâ€™d Â known over the years.Â We usually see each other only once a year and try to catch up then. Â Our Â dad had been in the hospital, so this was one of those Â â€œout-of-cycleâ€ visits that happens occasionally.Â For some reason, I felt Â very attuned to my brother that afternoon.
As we sat talking, I suddenly knew something that was going to happen. Â It was…obscure. Â The kind of thing you wouldnâ€™t expect to happen, ever. The odds of it happen- ing were Â microscopic. Â It would involve time, strangers coming together,Â Â and quite a bit of effortÂ Â and expense on their Â part.Â Â Â Â Â Â With Â life-altering Â results, Â in a very Â bad way. Â It didnâ€™t come in a visual flashâ€”more of a sudden epiphany, but Â instead Â of Â understanding Â something Â that had Â happened in the past, I understood Â something Â that was about to happen if I didnâ€™t speak up and change it. Â I had to stop it.
I donâ€™t think my brother believed me then. Â Or maybe he did and didnâ€™t acknowledge it. Â But I was absolutely certain this thing was on the horizon.Â Â This wasnâ€™t a fear talking. My Â fears are much more commonplace.
But I told my brother with Â absolute faith in what I knew that â€œThis is coming unless you do something about it.â€
To my Â knowledge, Â it never Â happened. Precautions were taken. Â Then it seemed silly. Â Cassandra syndrome, I know.
A few Â days Â ago, Â I Â learned Â that Â no, Â it Â didnâ€™t Â hap- pen. Â But it was attempted. The situation was altered in such a way that the thing Â Iâ€™ d been Â warned about Â was pre- vented.
Things like that both scare me and comfort me at theÂ same time. Â There are other things I know with total certainty are coming. Â Things that wonâ€™t make sense to any- one else now, things that Â other people would see as an opportunity to ridicule me for alleging, but I know theyâ€™re coming. Â I know theyâ€™re meant to be, and I know it with a quietness that connects me to the Universe with a low, steady hum in my soul.
Itâ€™s easy for those who havenâ€™t experienced Â it to play the role of Â skeptics. Perhaps if they better understood field theory and satellite communications, they would understand the patterns of energy that permeate Â the world around us, but most wonâ€™t understand because they look for reasons not to.
Meanwhile, Iâ€™ll just entertain Â myself Â with this question: Â if you met someone youâ€™d seen yourself with in an alternate timeline, what would you say to him?