Psychics don’t always know what they know. Last summer I was getting new tires on my car and I signed up for a Goodyear card before I went in for my appointment. I had the money, but there were rewards so I planned to pay it off as soon as the charge was posted to the card.
When the day of the appointment came, I was sure I had the card in my wallet. I remembered putting it in there, so I didn’t check. But at the counter when I tried to pay, I couldn’t find it. I was confused because I so clearly had an image of the card sitting on my desk. I had set it on my phone stand while I went to the website to activate it. I remembered the blue card with the yellow Goodyear logo, and even the envelope it came in, sitting on the desk next to me.
But there I was without it. I assumed I must have left it on my desk and forgot to put it in my wallet. I paid with my debit as usual and went home, still very confused. It was worse when I got home and couldn’t find the card anywhere. I looked in every drawer, every purse, every wallet. Any place I could have stashed it, I turned upside down. Frustrated, I put it aside and figured I’d just order a new one.
A couple of hours later, I went to check the mail and saw the envelope—in the mailbox, with all the rest of the mail, unopened. It was obviously a credit card inside. The return address was the same as the one I had seen in my mind. It was only as I opened it and set the card on my phone stand that it dawned on me. I had had a vision of the card when I was at the shop.
I had seen the card and the envelope before I received it. But I didn’t know that’s what it was in the moment. I didn’t know I didn’t actually have the card yet. It felt like a memory.
I’ve talked about this before, that visions don’t have time stamps. There is no time really in terms of spiritual data. In a channeled message last fall I heard, “Time is constructed through our perception of it.” As a “baby psychic” relatively new to my gifts, my only perception of time has been present moments and memories. I have no experience with receiving future information. So when I have a vision, it feels like something I’m remembering.
There’s no way for me to know it’s not a memory until I hit something I know hasn’t happened, like when I had a vision of Navy Guy with gray hair, or seeing an ad for a movie I know was never made. Without confirmation a thing isn’t real, my mind files it away as something that has already happened.
When I saw the street sign last September leading me to an old hotel, I didn’t know that highway didn’t exist. I didn’t know I was seeing a vision until I looked for it on a map later and couldn’t find it.
This doesn’t just affect me in my private time, but within relationships too. There are moments when people look at me funny when I seem to know something I shouldn’t, or when I respond to something they haven’t said. Sometimes I’ll answer a question you haven’t asked because there’s a message you need and neither of us know it.
I don’t know it’s happening until someone tells me about it. But in learning how to read energy the last couple of years, I’m beginning to feel into reactions people have when something like this happens. There’s an awkward flinch in someone’s energy when I’ve seen them too clearly and they feel exposed. I try to pull back in these moments and drop a joke or a smile to change the mood. Or, I might just stay quiet and offer them the silence to fill if they want to talk and I have the capacity to hold them in that moment.
I don’t know why we have these gifts, but I believe everyone has them. I believe they’re a standard form of communication for us that’s long been forgotten, or stifled. We’ve been taught to ignore signs and signals in our body, or we’ve been told they’re evil, or a mental illness. Humanity has a way of dismissing what we don’t understand.
I’m coming at it with more curiosity. I’m curious to learn more, and curious to hear and see more, balancing consent and privacy of those around me. So far, my curiosity has led me to discovering that many times the things I receive and share with others are often only meant for one or two people to hear. But for those people, it’s as life changing as it has been for me when psychics have messages that resonate with me.
And I think this is the point. We’re meant to communicate on a deeper level. There’s information we have for each other that isn’t accessible through the usual channels, so we open spiritual channels to access it. I believe the door to this channel is accessed through the heart. We open our hearts and we become open to everything the world has wanted us to ignore for so long.
Trump & The Stone Woman
I was going to end this right here. I had this saved as a draft and was planning to publish it today but I had a vision this weekend and now I need to add to this. I was meditating late Friday night, and as I do, I asked a couple of questions and saw flashes of pictures in my mind as answers to my questions. They’re always so random and rarely hold meaning for me in the moment, so I see it as practice. I’m just honing my abilities. But right in the middle of these images I had a short video clip appear that seemed to be coming from a different source.
The visions and messages I receive are generally only related to me and they feel like they’re coming from a higher version of me or possibly souls close to me who’ve passed on. I recognize my grandmother now and then. But this was from farther away, if that makes sense. It was outside of me and my immediate internal world.
It was Trump.
I saw what I describe as a tangible halo. It was objects of red, white, and blue surrounding his form, like an aura might but it wasn’t so ethereal. It was 3D, opaque, with hard edges.
Behind him, a woman made of stone, much larger than him, stood with a beautiful feminine authority. She was entirely made of cement gray stone, and interestingly, her hair looked like mine, with the same part. She grabbed him by his shoulders and snapped him forward and back quickly, like you’d snap a blanket up in the air to straighten it out.
People in the comments on TikTok thought “lady liberty” but she had no crown and her hair was down. Reflecting on the image this morning I think it was me. BUT NOT ME.
Visions aren’t usually literal. So I don’t think it was about Trump either, not specifically. I think both images were a representation of something bigger. Visions also hold meaning specific to the seer, that only the seer understands. We’re meant to translate this for others in a way they would understand. It wouldn’t make sense to show me something that only others would understand. All I could do is repeat what I saw and hope someone gets it. I believe it’s meant to mean something to me that I then share with others.
I think the woman represents the divine feminine at her most powerful, and Trump represents the toxic breakdown of masculine energy in the world right now. The motion of her snapping him feels like a reset of the masculine to bring it back into balance with the feminine. I believe those of us who are learning to balance our masculine and feminine energies are doing this work. I believe one day soon there will be a “snap” and things will begin to straighten out.
Bumble Bee
Interestingly, as I was thinking of what this sentence should be, I looked down at my phone and noticed the title of the song Spotify had playing was Red, White, Blue, and Gold by Alice O’Donovan. Sometimes psychic shit is just those little coincidences we blow off as everyday shit with no meaning. We’re told to “stop reading into things” and sometimes I can agree. We can take it too far when everything is a sign, but sometimes it is.
I don’t see every bee in the springtime as a sign because there are a lot of bees around in the spring, but every so often it’s timed in such a way that the meaning of it is obvious and it helps me. Yesterday, after my vision, I was in the kitchen with my youngest kid, who is a lot like him. They were expressing some frustration with me at the way I handled them the night before. I’m often trying to fix things and make them feel better. Sometimes I don’t catch myself soon enough.
I let them express their feelings and told them they were absolutely right. When they left, I turned to do the dishes, and suddenly B popped into my mind. I remembered a similar conversation with him. I was sitting on my kitchen table and he had his hands on my hips, telling me I couldn’t help him and he needed to figure some things out for himself.
I smiled and looked up to see a bumble bee on the window sill in front of me. It was bigger than my thumb and appeared to have a broken leg. This wasn’t just any springtime bee. This was a symbol of the moment right in front of me, confirmation of the lesson I was grounding in again. The best way for me to help the people I love is to give them freedom to take care of their own needs.
So I grabbed a jar, put it over the bee, slid a piece of paper under the jar, and took it outside to a safe corner of the yard. I balled up a wet paper towel and let the bee drink from it, and went back into the house having done my part.
I’m grateful for these messages, the synchronicities. As I have learned to really hear my intuition, I’m more confident in the signs being actual signs and not just my mind looking for something meaningful. But this takes practice, lots and lots of practice. Don’t overthink yourself, just trust. Your intuition wants to talk to you if you have the courage to listen.
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