 s a child I often
saw angels and heard their voices. I didn’t tell my parents about
the loving visitors and their guidance, assuming that other children
had the same experiences as me. I loved listening to my
nonphysical friends as they shared their unlimited wisdom and
insight. Visiting with these angelic guides was my personal
escape from our family’s turmoil. Some how it helped
me release a lot of pain of the physical world when I slipped
into the magical world of unconditional love.
Often
I would experience precognitive visions and shudder when
the events I’d seen in my mind’s eye manifested right in front
of me. I felt weird. It was confusing for me as a teenager
to experience strange things internally and then live through
them.
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One
morning a neighborhood bully and his gang jumped my brothers
and me at the bus stop. After fists stopped swinging, we calmed
down and regained our composure. That’s when I “saw” the
accident. The image was as crisp and vivid in my mind as
if I’d been standing in front of it. A crashed bus
lay on its side like a wounded horse waiting to be put out of
its misery. Terrified elementary school kids were crawling
out of the emergency door and windows. Then as quickly as
the image had appeared, it was gone. I was back in the aftermath
of the fight, yet stunned by what I’d seen and felt in my
mind. Without
warning, one of the gang members punched me hard, bringing
me further back into physical reality. Suddenly the image of
the bus returned. In my minds eye a tractor-trailer was
slamming into the rear end of a bus. For a moment I felt
trapped between worlds, feeling the physical pain of the
punch while feeling the emotional pain of the vision.
Somewhere
in the middle of getting beaten up I shouted at the top
of my lungs and into the bully’s face, “I hope your damn
bus turns over and sends all of you to the hospital!” You
could have heard a pin drop. The other kids at the bus stop
were stunned at my outburst. They had never heard me yell
or speak out before. Neither had I. I was as shocked
as they were.
As
we stood there in silence, the first bus of the morning
arrived, blowing its horn and flashing its bright red lights. The
leader and his gang boarded the bus along with my younger brothers. Only
a handful of kids remained. Someone made a joke to get our
attention onto lighter subjects and I happily took their lead. Moments
later our bus appeared over the hill and we quickly boarded.
I
was talking with a friend on the bus when I heard our driver
exclaim, “Oh
my God!” We looked in his direction. That’s
when I saw it. An overturned bus lying on its right side.
The
bumper was smashed in and glass was scattered over the road. The
morning sun cast its brilliant light in the shattered glass creating
a surreal effect. Children scrambled out of the emergency
door to the safety of passing motorist who had stopped to help. Just
like in my vision, a tractor-trailer had slammed on its brakes,
jackknifed, and then slid right into the back bumper of the bus. Ambulances
and fire trucks were at the scene of the accident, while
onlookers attempted to calm down the children.
I knew without looking at the wounded bus’s number that it was my brothers’ bus. What
I saw next stopped my heart. As our bus inched by the accident, I saw
a handful of kids standing at the back of an ambulance. Looking more
closely through the chaotic crowd I recognized the leader and his gang. My
breath stopped. My ill wishes for them had come true. And my brothers
beside them, I was devastated.
Everyone
on my bus stared at the wreck in disbelief. I pretended to
be cool, yet tears began to sting my eyes. Most of the kids
acted like they weren’t watching me, but I knew they were. I
could overhear them repeating the threat I’d made earlier. I
couldn’t blame them for staring, I would’ve been staring
too I guess.
Maybe
I was a monster for yelling what I did. Maybe I was really
the bully because I had psychically witnessed the crash before
it happened. I couldn’t help but feel responsible. Had
I caused the wreck? Was it my fault that innocent kids were
possibly hurt, even killed? I wondered. My lip was
quivering. A huge weight knotted my stomach. It felt
impossible to breathe.
By
this time our bus had pulled into the parking lot of junior
high school. I went straight to the bathroom and prayed that
everyone was okay and unharmed. I prayed hard that I hadn’t
caused the wreck, and I especially asked for forgiveness about
what I’d said. Then I awaited any information the
angels wanted share.
The
next image and feeling I experienced were of all the children
on the bus being okay. Of course they were shaken up, but
I knew without a doubt that none of them was seriously hurt. They
suffered bumps and bruises; overall they were fine. What
a relief! Immediately I felt lighter. My prayers had
been heard.
As an adult
I often look back at my teenage years. What I would give to go back to that
era and know then what I know today. I would have a completely
different perspective about my gift of spirit communication. Today
I appreciate it and use it to enhance the well-being of those
around me. As a teenager it was impossible to draw a line
between the two realities, but after the bus accident I
gave up trying to dissect my psychic visions and came to
accept them.
Hot Chocolate
For The Mystical Teenage Soul
101 True Stories of Angels, Miracles, and Healings
By: Arielle Ford
A PLUME BOOK
Spirituality
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