psychic awareness
In The Grace Of Divine Time
I usually see them poised in stillness upon the bare branches of the winter trees. But today, most of my sightings were of them circling in flight overhead, crossing back and forth over the road.
Sometimes they appeared to be pursuing their prey, other times leading their young, or simply enjoying the freedom of gliding through the sky beneath the beautiful morning sun. This occurred in several places along my journey, spanning a range of miles beyond the one roost and eagle family I’ve been witnessing.
Before, during, and after my way was bedazzled with this abundance of bald eagle beauty, my thoughts had been steeped in the topic of time. I sensed the eagles crossed my path to affirm and guide me in my contemplation of eternal time.
I also sensed they came as signs of a shift in my life. They were reminding me that what has been waiting in my life – energy that has been paused, stuck or still, resting, gathering, or incubating – is beginning to move on the horizon of visibility, and gradually gaining momentum.
When I arrived home, waiting in my mailbox was a pamphlet with the printed words: The Times Are Racing. Well, message received loud and clear! It’s time to express my appreciation of time.
How I Learned To Trust My Psychic Premonitions
I was just 16 years old when I had my first powerful premonition.
At the time, I didn’t know what to call it. I didn’t have the right words or spiritual understanding to describe the feeling. All I knew was that something inside me, like a quiet inner voice, spoke with a certainty that was not just in my imagination. It felt like a clear knowing.
A close family member had recently become engaged to his long-time girlfriend. They were the perfect couple. They were always together, and they had a lot of potential. It seemed like their love would last forever.
Everyone in our family, including our friends, thought we would be the kind of couple who could overcome any challenge together. Their future was full of possibilities.
One afternoon, he excitedly told me she had passed the exams to join the police force. They had just bought a home together. The future looked great, and there was a lot of potential. I smiled at him, feeling happy for him.
But something didn’t feel right. A soft inner voice whispered: She will leave him for a policeman.
This simple, unexpected thought bothered me, but I pushed it away. Maybe it just me worrying about the stories I had heard about adult relationships that didn’t end well.
Three months later, she left him and started a relationship with a fellow police officer.





