A Gift or a Jumble of Coincidences?

From: Morgan (smokeysilverpanther@gmail.com)
Story type: Channelling
Location: USA
Source: Form Submission

I won't brag and say I am exceedingly different. Sure, I dress different from the crowd, and my dark hair and eyes against pale skin (natural) makes me look a bit mysterious and reclusive...a 'Haloween Baby', acording to one of my friends. But really, even if I do have rather odd looks, I have to wonder if I really do have a gift, something that does set me aside from the rest, not just looks, but true power, if you will. I remember, as a child, four or five, give or take, seeing auras. I didn't know what they were at the time, and that gift slowly faded.

Recently, I have learned what they are, and I see them clearly now. But during the short period that I do remember seeing these auroic views as a child, I recieved odd dreams. Many were, might you say, deja vu? And I was a little girl; the fact that I could see little tid bits of what would happen the next day didn't bother me at all. I was under the influence that, well, all people could. What was so special about that?

I think what was a real eye opener was a dream I had when I was six. It featured my mom and I in her pick-up, driving to the local market. It was pooring rain, and I remember vividly getting out and looking in the bed of the truck and seeing my guinia pig, Mulan, dead, near the tailgate. I awoke, tear struck, and that morning Mulan died of old age.

After that, those dreams faded. I think it was because I was growing up, becomming more of an adult than child, even though they left me at about age nine.

Odd things started happening just about 2 years later, when I was 10, nearing my 11th birthday. I had a dream of a car...it was an odd car, one that I knew but couldn't quite recall, driving, once again in the rain. It was hit by another car, and then my dream was purged with blood. That's all I remember. The next day, I found out that my 25 year old brother had been hit by a car as he responded to a cra wreck. He and once of the victoms of the crash were killed.

My sister and I have both felt and seen the presence of a ghost in the old servant stairwell of our victorian home. About three months ago, I was sitting in my room watching Nacy Grace of HNN news. There was a watch for a man who had murdered a young girl. I was used to seeing these watches, they are on every night on her show. But at the sight of this was, I was terrified, an unexplainable fear just for a photo and a description of him. I then felt relief, knowing he was going to be caught the next morning. I don't know how I knew that. The next day, on NG, there was a happy Nacy reporting that the man had, indeed, been caught.

Other odd things have happened to me, unexplainable. I have to wonder, is this a gift? Can it really ALL be coincidences? Is it possible that I have tapped into another portion of my brain?