The Bridge

One of my clients once had dreams about a bridge she had never seen before, and many years later I saw the same bridge when she contacted me for a psychic reading. It turned into a very unusual reading. I brought stuff up on what I was seeing that had nothing to do with the actual reading my client originally requested.

For some reason I kept seeing cows around her? I also heard a bell in the distance. It was not a cow bell; it sounded more like an old church bell that was out of tune. And I could see heavy rain, as if a storm was ready to hit, and the wind was blowing really hard where you could not see in front of you. I also felt the need to encourage her to be careful if she goes any place… to please be careful.

Learn to recognize omens, and follow them ~ Paulo Coelho

She told me she really didn’t recognize, or understand any of the things I was telling her. Where she lived there was no farm land or cows? She was quite confused about what I was seeing, and I could not blame her. It did not make much sense to me either.

Two days passed, before she called me back to tell me that she now understood what I was seeing during that reading. “I know now what you were talking about,” she said with excitement in her voice. Apparently, as she was cleaning her house she found some old notes in a journal about a bridge that she had often had dreams about in the past. Many of the things I saw during the reading was identical to the things she experienced in her dreams of that bridge.

About six months later, she gave me another call to tell me that everything that she had seen in her dream, as well as everything I had told her in the reading, had in fact happened. It all made perfect sense now.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Her grandmother had passed away and she had to take a plane to West Virginia, where she rented a car. All these years her grandmother lived not too far from a coal mine, because her grandfather and great grandfather were both coal miners. Back in the old days they would ring a bell if there was a emergency to warn others.

She was about six miles from her grandmother’s house, on her way from the airport, when she came upon a detour sign that took her out of the way. A storm was about ready to hit when she reached a bridge. There was a farm and some of the cows got lose, and made it onto the road. She almost hit one and went into a ditch.

She told me felt she had an angel on her shoulder looking out for her that day, because as the storm cleared she saw this bridge that we had both seen. It was the exact same bridge she saw in every one of those dreams. Then she told me she felt that God brought her to me to get that reading.