A Reminder that Clairvoyant Images can be Metaphors

I had a situation occur just this past weekend that reminded me that clairvoyant images can be metaphors and that those visions are necessarily to be taken literally all of the time.

I am Clairvoyant. Clairvoyance is the psychic sense of sight. It literally means “clear seeing.” A Clairvoyant can see things from both the past as well as the future.

The other night was our last night in a hotel room during an out-of-town stay. The room was cool and the T.V. was on in the background. While drifting off to sleep, I got a vision of our house back at home. Because I was falling asleep, I felt like this was a dream. In my vision, the garage door was left wide open. As I saw this, I felt a knot in my stomach and some adrenaline shoot through my body as we have been gone for two days now and the thought of leaving my house wide-open like that made me feel very uncomfortable.

stolen tvIn the vision, I walked through the open garage and into our house. I looked around and saw that our house looked ransacked and our television was gone. I recall that I made the kids go outside and wait and then I walked alongside some policemen to evaluate what else had happened or was taken from inside my home. The vision ended there.

After the vision, (my eyes wide open at this point) I said an extra prayer of protection for our home. I told myself that if our garage was open for two days that one of our neighbors would have called or texted me – hopefully.

After being asleep for a few hours, I woke in the middle of the night to what I thought was a car alarm going on and off a few times. I remember feeling groggy. I also remember visualizing my husband laying in the bed next to me (which he was because we had our kids with us) with his car keys in his pocket and him laying on them, making the panic alarm go off and on. I then drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, we get up and I have a cup of coffee and we hit the road. (My husband found some Starbucks coffee in the hotel and brought it up to the room. I don’t drink Starbucks coffee very regularly. I find it to be too strong for me, but when that is all there is, you make do.)

As we are leaving, we head to the parking garage with the kids and throw our luggage into the back of his vehicle.  As he put the key in the ignition, I see him looking at his dashboard funny and I ask if he has enough gas? He replies “yes” but then I still see him still eyeing the dashboard funny.  I then look over and see that the dashboard reads something about the anti-theft devise was detected because of an attempt to break-in. We look at each other and think, Oh! wow! I think we both thought that because it said “attempt” that nothing had really happened to his vehicle the evening before. He claimed that the vehicle was locked all night and I was pretty sure that I had heard him lock things up before we left the vehicle the last time.

car-break-in-riskAs we pull out of the parking garage, I started to feel anxious, I blamed it on too much caffeine in the Starbucks coffee that I just had. Then… about 15 min later, I look down at his console. He normally has a few dollars of quarters sitting there for parking purposes. I notice there was just one sitting there. I asked him if he took or used the quarters and he said no. He then asked if I did. I had not. I then checked the glove box and the console compartment. The glove box looked untouched, but the center console looked like someone “swished” things around as everything looked disheveled but we didn’t notice anything actually missing. In my mind, I kept seeing a male hand in the vehicle.

Then, like a ton of bricks, it hits me!

I had the vision of my house being robbed last night and then this happened. The house was just symbolism or a metaphor. Perhaps the garage door being open was also symbolism for the vehicle being unlocked? And my TV being taken was a metaphor for our property or something that was ours or of value. Wow!! I had also recalled the sound of the car alarm in the middle of the night. My husband said that he didn’t hear anything, but he sleeps through anything. I haven’t had a chance to ask if anyone else staying at the hotel (we were there with a group we know) had heard anything or not. (The night before I had heard singing in the street below us in the middle of the night but nobody else in our group had heard it. I do have clairaudient abilities, but that isn’t the focus of this blog post.)

 When we arrived home, I quickly went into the house to see if anything was out of place or gone. Everything was just how we left it two days before. I was reminded that images and visions aren’t always to be taken literally and that sometimes the images that I get are metaphors for something else.

 

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Which Came First? The Firemen or the Smoke Alarm?

So last night was interesting. There were storms in the area, and unfortunately a few tornadoes touched down in towns nearby. During one of the earlier storms in the evening, while my husband was downstairs with the kids (they feel safer down there and can’t hear the rumbling as much, I “felt” like, or envisioned, that three men came to the front door. At first they seemed to be dressed in layers, dirty, and at least one of them was carrying something. It made me feel uneasy so I asked for protection from my usual helpers. Then I sort of let this go, though I found myself double checking to make sure that doors were locked.

Later that night with more storms coming and going, we all ended up in the basement. All of the kids wanted to sleep down there, and wanted me and my husband with them. So after we all kept changing sleeping places, trying to get comfortable, I end up on the floor. I kept hearing the dog shuffle around and I kept asking my guides and St. Francis to calm him down so we could rest.

Then it happened…

Over the side of the couch popped up 3 men. All standing close together. Almost like a triangle with one in front and then another behind each shoulder of his. I felt like they were firemen. Dressed in gear. I couldn’t tell if the gear was old (vintage in appearance) or just dirty from use. They seemed to have dirty faces as well, as if they just fought a fire and were covered in soot. I wouldn’t really say that I saw them in “color” but it also wasn’t “black and white” more like an “aged sepia” color.  I could see lips moving from the one in front but I couldn’t figure anything out. I remember asking for protection and asking Archangel Michael to help them to cross over but I don’t think that I formally did. (I did more of an ask as opposed to the process.) I feel that I did it haphazardly when taking the first stab at this.

I tried to get settled in again and attempted to get back to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, a smoke alarm from one of the upstairs bedrooms goes off. It didn’t go off as if there was a fire, (it would have kept going). It also didn’t sound like the battery was going dead (it chirps then.) It did go off long enough, though for me to hear it.  The dog heard it too, as he started to bark at the sound as he does when he hears it. (A great back up safety measure I hope that we never have to use.) I immediately got my husband up to let him know what was going on. (The kids never woke during any of this, which is odd.) My husband told me that he didn’t hear anything and at first was ready to question what I heard, but then he saw how the dog was reacting so he went upstairs to check things out.

Eventually I followed him up, though feeling bad I was leaving my children in the basement in case there was a fire. Once upstairs, he checked the house and all of the rooms and smoke detectors. Nothing! No smoke! No fire! And no dead batteries!!!! The noise also never happened again. It took me a few minutes to piece together that I just saw the firemen in the basement right before this happened. Hmm…  So I then asked the firemen to quit with the smoke alarm unless it is a real emergency, (free will) as I don’t want anyone woken up at night and I don’t want the kids scared.

A little later, once the dog and even the weather calmed down, the dog asked to go outside. I then thought that I saw one, but realized that maybe it was 2 firemen sitting on my patio wall. They were sitting and breathing heavy as if they were resting after putting a fire out. No joke! I also thought that maybe they were sitting outside after I scolded them about the fire alarm. Sort of like they were trying to be polite. After coming back into the house, I asked Archangel Michel to send them into the light. At some point that night while trying to sleep in the family room (I moved from the basement, I needed more room) I thought that I heard footsteps a few different times. Like man’s shoes. Big feet. No clue if the sound was related to the firemen or another spirit. Needless to say, after all of the excitement, I didn’t sleep real well through the rest of the night.

This  morning I am still processing what happened. I also looked up if 3 firemen have recently died in the area. (I didn’t find anything in recent news articles.) There were three that passed at the same time back in 1985, but that seems like a while ago for them to still be lingering, no? Oh, and did I mention that I have a close relative who used to work in the Fire Service? I also have a friend whose husband is now deceased but he was also a fireman. He popped into my head as though maybe he sent them to me thinking I could help. I did discover that three people passed in last night storms, none of which I can connect the fireman part to.

This morning I meditated a bit to try to get answers. I got a vision of a fire fighter near a tall building, like in a city or large town. (Not a skyscraper.) I also got the vision of an infant. But that is all.

As a precautionary I formally, again tried to cross over the three firemen.  I feel confused by seeing only 2 on the patio last night (when there were originally 3) so I am wondering if it took a few tries to get them all crossed over as I am new at this?

Whatever really happened last night is still being processed and replayed in my head. I am not scared by it. I just want to make sure I handle my gifts correctly.

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Angel Confetti

The kids are back in school and this morning I was up making lunches and getting breakfast prepared. The house is still quiet the kids are still in bed and my husband got home after 11:30pm the evening before from a work trip. As I am at the counter I look outside the kitchen window to see a female hawk sitting on one of our patio chairs. (The table set is actually pretty close to the kitchen window so I was a bit surprised that she came so close to the house.)

She looked at me a few times. I attempted to get a photo of her through the kitchen window but didn’t do so well as I didn’t want to move the window blinds and disturb her. When that didn’t work I tried to take one from the back door. Again, not a great photo. (Sorry.) She then flew up to the top of the kids’ play-set and then I saw her fly to a neighbor’s roof. I thought to myself: “Good Morning, Spirit!” Some say that a hawk can symbolize the growth of psychic abilities, especially clairvoyance. I guess only time will tell…

As the day when on, I saw 1:11 come around, 2:22 and then 3:33 on various clocks. Something is in sync for sure, I chuckled to myself when I reflect on it.

Later in the evening while sitting on the patio with a glass of wine, and watching the kids play, my youngest finds the most perfect, little feather (maybe from a dove) in the yard. She saved it and put it in her special feather jar. Before she took it in, I looked at it. It was the most perfect shape and the neatest gray color I’ve seen. (“Thank you!” I acknowledged to the Universe). There were also some very small, various-sized feathers blowing around on the patio. Sort of like angel confetti, I thought. They weren’t there earlier in the day. And they surely weren’t feathers from the Hawk.  (Again, I thought, “Thank you!!!”)

I believe (and have seen, time and time again) that Angels and Guides send feathers as a sign of unconditional love, and to show that they are near, and that they hear, guide and support us from above.