Sandy's Say: Lend Me Your Mind - Part Five
...I had rarely experienced moments of déjà vu in my life previously but now I was receiving them three or four times a day. I would see a mental picture, somewhat like the replaying of a vivid dream and I would know what was about to happen next, as if I'd played out this scene somewhere before. It was happening with mundane things such as seeing, in advance, that when I reached a particular corner with the vacuum cleaner and lifted up the mat, the phone would ring, and it would, on cue...
The incidents of precognition, intuition and déjà vu were now frequently experienced by Sandy James.
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And so it was that 2007 proved to be the year, the watershed year, the pinnacle towards which my whole life must have been steadily building.
As if in celebration and in accordance with my newly discovered state of mind, the drought began to break. Incredulous at first, we heard the sound of rain falling on the roof. It was such a forgotten sound, so rapturous, intense and invigorating that the next day's newspaper described it as "almost orgasmic." Green, that forgotten colour, rushed back from oblivion to banish the deathly browns. As sap rose once again, bringing life to gasping plants, so hope and relief rose victoriously within my heart. The jubilant rains were back. Life would continue. We were to be given another chance.
By this time, my personal situation and domestic life had vastly improved. My husband's health was largely stabilised by medication and he'd suffered no further joint deterioration. He bore his pain and discomfort without complaint and stoically continued to climb the corporate ladder, so effectively in fact that I had been able to retire from the paid workforce altogether. This freed me up to attend to the chores during the week which, in turn, gave us a better quality and quantity of relaxation and family time at the weekends. Our son, through an admirable amount of academic diligence, had been accepted into a well regarded high school where he was happy and flourishing.
We were temporarily living in a rented house which meant far less work for me. The rent included a team of muscular gardeners who buzzed up the driveway with their whipper snippers, lawn mowers and leaf blowers once a week and then disappeared again like whirling dervishes. When required, handymen, plumbers and electricians appeared almost as soon as I put the phone down and then magically sent their invoices to someone else for payment. Best of all, there was no swimming pool for me to fight with on this property, no wrestling with plastic pipes, leaking valves, precarious pH and aggressive algae, no more chlorine fumigation of my nostrils and no more mindless scooping of errant gum leaves. At long last I had time to myself, time to breathe, time to contemplate, time to read and, most importantly, time to further investigate my newfound, tantalisingly mysterious gift.
Whether it was because I was now in a state of heightened awareness or because it was deliberately orchestrated to assist me and prod me further into my search, I couldn't say, but the incidents of precognition, intuition and déjà vu now started to come thick and fast.
I had rarely experienced moments of déjà vu in my life previously but now I was receiving them three or four times a day. I would see a mental picture, somewhat like the replaying of a vivid dream and I would know what was about to happen next, as if I'd played out this scene somewhere before. It was happening with mundane things such as seeing, in advance, that when I reached a particular corner with the vacuum cleaner and lifted up the mat, the phone would ring, and it would, on cue. During this period I often saw a mental image of what was playing on TV and I'd quickly switch it on to check if I was correct and I invariably was. Initially these incidents tended to unnerve me but I soon began to take comfort in them, seeing them as a confirmation of what I was coming to think of as my "knowing."This intense déjà vu proved to be a temporary phase and after a few months it tapered off. I have since learnt that it returns and builds up in frequency when an important event is about to happen in my life. It is as if someone is trying to get my attention.
On the other hand, my ability to receive audio messages was proving to be a constant, special gift and if a message is urgent then this is usually how it penetrates through to me, even to this day.
After a while I began to trust this intuition and so, when I received a clairaudient message to phone my friend Carolyn because she was upset, I promptly did so. Carolyn was indeed distraught. Sultan, her pet parrot, who was a real character and truly one of the family, had flown away. Suddenly I had instructions in my ear, "Tell her to look in a school close to home." I dutifully passed on the message, not daring to tell her from whence it came. Carolyn phoned the next day, tearful and elated. She'd found Sultan - in a school, in the adjoining valley.
I was no longer surprised, only delighted.
I was beginning to develop a joyous bounce in my step and a slightly secretive smile.
