A VISION – Sometime in 1989
One morning I woke up and in my third eye area I saw a small TV screen like image. Later, I learned that this was a vision.
The vision was of me and my brown car. I was wearing my winter coat and hat I usually wear when it is cold. I was holding the car jack. The vision ended as abruptly as it started.
I thought this was a message to get the tire fixed on my husbands’ car. The tire on the front needed air off and on lately. I told Kurt of the message, and we had the tire fixed.
I had started taking classes at Trinity Temple in Albany, and was on my way to class the next week, and I had a flat tire. I was driving my brown car, and I was wearing my winter coat and hat.
I was on Highway 787, it was about 6:30 in the evening. I was near the lower end of Albany where there were no houses, only the highway and near the river. It was a long way from the buildings on South Pearl Street. It was dark, and I wondered if I could see well enough to change the tire.
I thought, Oh Boy I am in trouble. I got out of the car, and looked in the trunk. The spare tire was there, but I wondered if I actually could lift it out of the trunk. I did know how to change a tire, so I took out the tire jack. Then I said out loud “if I am divinely protected and guided, you better send me some help now.” (The Angel Gabriel taught us that at the seminars that I was attending.)
Not one minute passed when I heard a man’s voice. He was walking toward me over the grassy area between the highway and the lower end of Albany. I did not see any evidence of a car, or of lights from a building. It was just this man. He asked if he could help.
I told him I had a flat tire, and I welcomed his help. I did not feel threatened in any way. He immediately set to work at fixing the flat. While he was working on the tire, a police car came and parked so that their lights helped him to see what he was doing. The police did not get out of the car. They just stayed there until the man was finished.
I offered to pay the man for his help, but he refuses to take any money. He tells me that I am the second person he helped with a flat tire that day. I thank him again, and he walks away, going in the direction that he came. The police drive away; they never did show themselves.
It wasn’t until later that I learned that a vision will happen just as it is seen. A dream that warns of things happening is another matter. Dream prophecies can be changed.
That night I continued on to my class at Trinity Temple. I was so excited to tell of my first vision, and how it all happened. The people in my class only half listened, and acted as though it was not a big deal. I was so disappointed in this response.
As I type this, (it is 2013), and I have not had another vision.