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.
In 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.
As 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.