I have claircognizance.
I never thought there was a certain word or way to describe it, but I have a “knowing”
or my “intuition” is spot on about so many things. Be it people or places, I can
sense if there’s something to it or not. My paternal grandmother from the UK has
premonition dreams and several of my UK family members are/were psychic. It’s
not something I used to blurt out because people thought I was absolutely
insane. After my dad passed away, I started getting visitation dreams. I knew
they were visitation dreams because they would always be during a nap and the
hugs in the dreams felt real or the person in the dream had bright light
surrounding them. My maternal grandmother who passed away came into a dream
with bright light. My own brother visited me with bright light surrounding him,
and my paternal grandfather came with a bright light around him. My dad appears
occasionally, and I’ve always written them down in a dream journal. One dream I
vividly remember was meeting him at this gate. Up on a hill I saw all my family
who had passed away gathered around eating and all of them waved at me. I tried
to go in and my dad stopped me and said, “Not now, Steph.” Dad and I talked,
and he said to me, “I’ll see you in a little while.” Which is what he
always said to me while he was alive. I started walking away and then it dawned
on me, so I ran back to my dad at the gate crying and hugging him saying, “I’ll
never see you again” I didn’t even need to write that dream down because I
woke up tear soaked and sobbing. I’ve had others that involved him asking me to
make him food, or the most recent where I saw both him and my mom and I woke up
in tears.
Now this
next dream confused me immensely. I never thought about it again after dreaming
it until I realized not too long ago it was in my notes app on my old phone.
In this
particular dream I was grocery shopping with a guy who I was friends with maybe
a little over a year and half ago. (He’s my Christian influencer) Anyways, we
were shopping, and it seemed like we were together, but I wasn’t certain. We
came back from the store and walked down this long hallway that I was assuming
is where someone stayed. When I opened the door, my dad was sitting there. I
was shocked to see my dad and I went over to give him a big hug, and the hug felt
real, so I knew it was a visitation dream. So, I said to my dad, “Dad this
is, _____” introducing them. My dad stood up and looked at me smiling and
said, “I know” seeming really happy to meet him. Dad then started
talking about the Texas Rangers (our baseball team) and baseball talk. Which is
what my dad did when he was alive. I woke up after that and was pretty confused
about that dream. It didn’t make any sense at all to me, so I wrote it in my
notes app and just kind of forgot about it and marked it as a random dream.
My mom died
at 4 in the morning on April 7, 2024. My ex from California called me the
following day out of nowhere. He didn’t have Instagram or anything to know what
was going on. He said flat out, “Hey, this sounds weird but is everything
okay with your mom?” I responded, “She died yesterday morning at 4am.” He
paused on the phone for a minute and then said, “I was dozing off on the
couch last night and around 4:30am I heard your mom call my name.” I was
stunned when he said that because if I can be honest, he would be the LAST
person on earth my mom would want to visit. I said, “That’s kind of strange
she would go to you.” He started nervously laughing on the phone, “Yeah,
I’m freaked out right now and I can’t explain this in any way. But I’m sorry
for your loss.” After that conversation I really couldn’t explain why he
would hear my mom after she passed away. I thought well maybe she went to him
because on our road trip together back to San Diego I gave my mom the nickname,
Bean. I remember driving through Winslow, Arizona and saw this cute little jumping
bean with a sombrero and I looked over at my mom in the passenger seat and
said, “Aww you’re my Bean!” And she became my Bean from that moment
until she died. I figured that had to be the reason. Obviously, whatever it
was, she wanted him to get my attention.
All of what I
said makes absolutely no sense to anyone reading this. It’s like, “Yeah,
okay, Stephanie?” I’ll say this. I’ve never been certain one hundred percent
of what our loved ones see after they pass. I never knew if they really knew
anything until I read Theresa Caputo’s book. Do they know things we don’t even
see or know ourselves? Does God see things and then relay the message? What stuck
out most to me is how it was both of my parents. The two people that loved me
more than anything and would want me to be the happiest I could be. So, whatever it is, it's from their heart. I’ve
debated on even posting this because it’s super deep and I’ve sort of had to
take some moments to process it, but it’s important to post. It's my truth be it weird and all.
Some people
go their entire lives without one strange/supernatural/unusual encounter
happening to them while others of us have had these sorts of things happening
since practically birth. What else do we do with these things except share our
experiences? It’s all a part of ultimately believing in something far bigger
than yourself at the end of the day, isn’t it? We may not see something visible
in front of us, but it’s the things we don’t see physically or can’t quite
prove and verify that bring the magic into our lives. Keep finding the magic in
your life. Regardless of what you do or don’t believe. Look for the signs, the dreams, the little things that may seem like nothing; but you never know, they may be something after all.
0 comments