John 16:13 King James Version

13 Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.

Ephesians 1:17 King James Version

¹⁷ That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of him:

Probably any of these alone wouldn’t make anyone think there was more going on than a mere coincidence. They sure wouldn’t make for a very good article either. But add ’em all up and your life’s different from the average person. Here below I’m going to tell you some shit that either will creep you out or you’re gonna find pretty cool. To me it’s cool because I know it’s coming from a good place rather than being dark and demonic. Words of knowledge from the Head Honcho of the Third Heaven.

Maybe you remember the bridge in Minnesota that collapsed. The super-busy one in Minneapolis. It happens someone I’d known for years had been on it just twenty minutes before the collapse. I knew her during my middle and highschool age years. We grew apart when we got older, but I heard through the grapevine that she had been on it. I was glad she didn’t die of course, and sorry for those who did. Like any person would be. But I didn’t think much of it after it happened. Or of the girl. We had nothing in common anymore and she lived on the other side of the country………. So over a dozen years after the fact it surprised me when two days in a row, as I was crossing over a bridge my then-boyfriend and I used to commute on daily, I happened to think of it. Both days was when I was in the middle of the bridge and driving southbound. The second day I was kinda like wow this is weird I hope this fucking bridge is safe……….and then the third day I got a text from said then-boyfriend, who had just gotten turned around in traffic. He was going to cross the bridge on his way to work, but it was closed down because a crack had been found in the structure and it was unsafe. The crack was found on the southbound side where I had been driving when I had those thoughts of my old school friend cross my mind. It might have creeped me if I weren’t used to the supernatural showing up often and without warning in my life, but since I am I just said a prayer of thanks for my safety and went on with life.

I hate cars. I’ve always preferred trucks. But with driving far and fast for work commute every day I finally smartened up and got a car to save gas and milage on the truck. Well recently I got a word through a dream, having the same one twice in the span of as many weeks, and I ignored it. I’m very lucky it panned out as it did and I didn’t get stuck on the side of the road at best, but I was hoping nothing bad was on the way and that it had just been demons invading my dreams trying to freak me out. (That’s not too far fetched in my life, either, I assure you ones reading this who can’t fathom that this shit happens. That’s because it has never happened to you and you do need experience to really comprehend it as the truth……….). So anyway, I had heard some sort of crunch noise when driving to work. The car was getting old, especially considering the mileage being put on it. I remember thinking ‘oh how fucking great, I probably need a new car now’, and then forgetting about it. The next morning I woke with a start as soon as my dream was done, and remembered everything clearly and with feeling like it had really happened. ……….This is always the sign for me that it’s a vision of what’s to come, it always has been. I never know how soon though, sometimes it’s days or weeks, sometimes months or a year or more. In the dream, I was driving towards home on I-95. All of a sudden, I heard a sound like an engine dying or shutting off or whatever, and I was clinging to the steering wheel of my car, and all I could see was black, like I was driving into a big black hole on the side of the road and the car was dying. Then I woke up. Took about two minutes if that to have the dream. I thought about it while getting ready for work, and was thinking maybe I ought to drive my truck. Back and forth I went in my mind, and eventually the side where I was being ridiculous won out and I drove my car. After all, I reasoned, that’s what I bought the thing for! It seemed no worse than the night before, but was driving even worse than it had been as of late. And lately it had been driving crazy, like all over the road and feeling shaky when I drove it. I said extra prayers for protection, on top of the ones I always pray, got in and drove to work. It was shakier even than it had been lately, but I made it there and back. This went on for I’m not sure how long, maybe a week or so. Then I had the same vision, and ignored it again. I was due to have the regular maintenance done on the car though, and so made a call for that and to be on the safe side I asked them to check it out and told them about how it had been driving and about the crunch noise and everything. That weekend when they checked it out, I was given a huge list. I remember hitting a pothole maybe six months prior, and apparently the guy who looked at it then lied to me when telling me it was safe to drive if I just replaced one tire and rim. The tirod had most likely been bent since then and the recent crunch was it cracking but good. No one knows how it didn’t kill me, well actually I do – it’s because of the supernatural protection given to us who are saved by Jesus Christ. But the car people unfortunately don’t understand about such things and so were a bit dumbfounded. Needless to say I drove my truck for a week while looking around for a new car, and I prayed to be sure I got the right one. And to confirm that I did, when I connected my phone to the new one and let it pick a song at random, the song that played was Holy Spirit, and that was from a playlist of almost eight hundred songs, a mix of all genres. Yeh, I definitely should have listened to that vision the first time, but I am forever grateful I was afforded such supernatural safeness when I didn’t.

Going on two years ago now I was trying to avoid a co-worker. Nothing wrong with him, but there was something there and I didn’t want to deal with it. Not yet, anyhow. I had just ditched one loser and didn’t want to take on another just yet. One particular day I had a thought come through my head that ‘wouldn’t it be weird if we left at the same moment and he was able to corner me in the parking lot’? So the whole shift I’m paranoid that that would happen. I kept telling myself that I was being paranoid and calm down because usually if I’m stuck a few minutes after the shift he’s still there so he most likely stays a few minutes after the shift to see the guy who takes his place. I made sure I was ready right at quitting time that day and was headed to my vehicle before the shift had been over for five minutes. Just my tough luck, he was headed outside from a door close to my truck and had parked right behind it, my guess is during his lunchtime he had made sure to park there. He called out to me to say hi, managing to sound shy and excited at the same time. How he knew my vehicle I’ve still no idea, but since he had so obviously projected those thoughts into my head about running into him after work, and so happened to leave on time when he almost never did, I know he had some kind of ability. Sadly, I don’t think his supernatural is from the Holy Spirit. I had a few other things lead up to that and much that happened afterwards as well that tell me though that it definitely wasn’t a coincidence. I hope he’s not a warlock or any shit like that, maybe someday I’ll find out. We shall see. He’s in prayer for now.

The same guy, we didn’t see each other for around six months and then I had gotten in touch with him again but not for long. He seems to have some idea of what I supposedly wanted to talk to him for and so got freaked the fuck out and went ghost. Unless he really died? Who the fuck knows. He was off on some forsaken mountaintop though so maybe. But I’ve a feeling that he found out my supernatural was from Jesus and not demonic like I suspect his is and didn’t like that much. Or some variation of that scenario, anyhow. Whatever. Like I stated in the last paragraph, he’s in prayer. And I’ll add that I’ve had a dream in which we see each other again, and the feeling in that dream was that it was a total shock. So, he’s most likely fine but got issues beyond what I wanna deal with at the moment. Anyhow, he had told me he would be back in the state within weeks before deciding out of nowhere I was a piece of shit not worth talking to. I was driving home from work and the song ‘In Jesus’ Name’ played. And then I kept on playing it. For some reason it reminded me of this guy, and I felt it strong that he needed prayers. Maybe because it mentions cancer and he had told me he had just lost a family member to that disease. So, I prayed my heart out for him on my way home. I noticed I needed gas in my car. I always go to the same place when I get gas after work, it’s just a couple miles from home and a good price and one of the nice chains that stays lighted all night. So I was getting off the interstate and I started thinking I bet he’s back here already. Maybe he’s even back in my town again and never went to his house a few towns down, because he no longer works down that way. Then I was thinking craziness like maybe he’s getting gas now too and I’ll run into him. Then that was followed by thinking that if he’s in such a secluded area how did he keep his haircut up and I wonder how long it got. And then I got a picture of it maybe between ear and shoulder length, grown out and naturally layered though of course rather than blunt cut that length. And what do you know……….I got to the gas station. Pulled in. And there’s this early-two-thousands model white Toyota Tundra. I looked at it and thought……….with relief and disappointment at the same time, if that’s possible……….oh good that’s not his car. But of course half the world has more than one vehicle, myself included. So I got out and started pumping my gas, and I hear someone get out of that truck. I turned my head, and there’s a guy beside it. With hair as I had pictured, a round face and chubby cheeks like his, and had his head turned so he could see me out of the corner of his eye. And I just know he was looking at me – I got that someone’s-staring-at-me feeling, and I kept looking over there even though it was only a profile view I could see. Then he turned his head, and I was surprised at how this guy had the same round cheeks as the guy I was (stupidly) missing, and the hair from my little revelation I had had in the car moments before. I was trying to tell if it was him or not, but he turned his head away. I remember the guy was wearing a blue suit, and I had never seen this guy in anything but cargo pants and work boots so I couldn’t tell, especially with the hair being different. But he did stare after me as I drove off, whoever it was. Then a few weeks later I go home and my tv is on the news channel, which I never have the news on. Not sure how it got there, it’s always a possiblity the dog sat on the remote and changed it, but it’s also a possibility it was put that way supernaturally. I say this because what was on the news was a guy with similar features to this guy I had known, with the longish hair exactly as I had pictured it that night in my car, and he was on the tv telling about how he had survived this and that, one of those things being cancer. I still don’t know the ending to this as I feel it was left open as if it’s to be continued, but it’s another thing that’s definitely not a coincidence. And yeh, I’m looking forward to the next sega in that one! Most definitely!

Quite some time ago now, almost a decade to be exact, I knew someone because of an appointment I had made with a shop in the town I lived in then, and ended up being put with him for the service. He was nice enough, but like is typical for my life, of course he hit on me and of course he was taken. At a later appointment……….it was one of those services you have to go back more than once to get it all accomplished……….I did find out him and his woman were about done. I still wasn’t that into him. A personality thing. But I didn’t want to make him feel bad and get pissed and fuck up my service so I didn’t tell him to back off even though I didn’t flirt back either, was just polite as is expected in a service appointment. I still know him and when I need that service I still go to him for it, but even so, I wasn’t feelin’ it then and I’m not now either. At the time I wasn’t sure how to get out of it, and I had decided maybe if I had to I’d hang out with him a time or two until I figured out how to let him down without hurting his feelings. Of course though I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The morning I had my next and final appointment for that service with him, I woke up with a start as I do when I have a dream that’s telling me something. Except I hadn’t dreamed anything that time, I just had a thought after sitting straight up that his woman that he was with and about to separate from was pregnant. I was like omg. I just knew somehow it was a word of knowledge and was true. So I got there at the scheduled time, and sure enough I was there for less than half an hour when he told me she was pregnant and they were staying together and asked in a roundabout way if I was upset. I was like no of course not I’m happy for you as long as you want a kid and he did so that was that. I skipped telling him I was relieved not to have to figure out how to tell him I didn’t want anything to do with him in that way, I was laughing to myself about it though and to this day I still remember it and laugh whenever I have to see the guy. So that scenario, coincidence? I think not!

A few years ago my sister and her husband moved out of state due to a family emergency. I woke up from a dream that her husband was feeling frantic in a kitchen totally engulfed in flames. I could see a stove, it was white. That’s all I remember. I didn’t tell them as I didn’t know what to say if anything at all. Not long after that I learned they were both taking fireman training at their local fire department. Hopefully that isn’t a warning of something to come but just a word telling me that’s what they were up to. We shall see, I guess……….it sucks when shit is left open-ended like that as there’s no telling what may come of it……….

Going back maybe seventeen or so years ago, give or take, I fell off a horse. It was a chestnut quarter horse gelding, and I was riding it for the guy I had bought a pony from a few years before. One day it was hot as hell outside, and I didn’t want to wear a helmet. For me that’s odd, I always wear one. I went so far as to get the horse ready and tighten the cinch a final time to start the ride. Then I happened to have go through my mind a video I had had to watch for a 4-H club meeting on horseback safety one time a few years prior. I felt a push to go get that helmet, and luckily for once I listened right away. Because at the end of that ride the horse, who was going at a good canter, tripped and fell on his knees. There was a hole in the field neither I or the horse knew about. I went flying over his head and landed square on the top of my own head. I got a back that’s still totally fucked up to this day out of that fall, and there’s no convincing me I wouldn’t have died that day if I wouldn’t have went back for that helmet. Word of knowledge for sure, and to you who are glad to know me you can say a thanks to Jesus for that one too!

I’ve always been afraid of heights. I still am, but I’m able to think rationally about them and be almost calm about them now that I’m older. I used to be so afraid of them, for example, that when faced with going up a giant hill the first time I drove a car, I froze, the wheel never straighted out after I made the sharp right turn leading to the hill, and the car went off the road into the start of some woods. The bottom got so wrecked because of the terrain that it was totaled. That’s fucked up I know, but it really was bad. I imagine you are laughing reading that too and maybe not believing that’s why the car wrecked, but it’s totally the truth. When I was in my mid-twenties I was working in the first machine shop I’d ever worked in. I had been there a few years and was put in charge of some machines that were manually operated rather than cnc. They were enormous, by a company called Gnutti. The tooling was changed and adjusted by climbing up a few feet on ladders, and at times climbing all the way to the roof of the machine to get to the tool on the top. It wasn’t hard but I got freaked out by the heights. One day I was supposed to be changing one of the tools on the side, and no one else was around the area. I was so worried about the ladder and shit, which wasn’t that high……….my feet were maybe three or four feet in the air……….that I forgot to press the button to make the tool quit spinning. Those machines were old and didn’t have safety precautions like the cnc’s did, or like the newer models of those probably have now. They were manual machines made maybe in the eighties. So I got up there, taking my hammer and chisel and whatever else I needed with me – I forget what all I needed for those tools now, I just remember they came out with a button being pushed, and you had to open the door, hold onto the tool with one hand, and press the release button with the other hand. (So see both hands were taken up, none left to hold the ladder, and I already hated heights……….). Before doing this you had to go to the front of the machine and press the buttons to stop the tools from spinning and to turn off the coolant. I had remembered to shut off the coolant but not to stop the tools. So anyhow, I reached in to grab the tool, because yes I had opened the side door and still not realized it was spinning at who-knows-what fast-as-fuck rpm! Being natural blonde and pissing off the devil simultaneously will do that, I guess. All of a sudden I heard this voice, which had to have been the Holy Spirit, but to me sounded like myself yelling at myself, except it was all in my head, nothing actually was said aloud. I was too paranoid to speak that coherently, I assure you. It said “*MY NAME*, STOP”! I paused and looked around like wtf who or what was that. Seeing nothing, I was about to reach back in again……….then I realized, that fucking tool is gonna chop my hand right off if I stick it in there before shutting off the tools! And I heard it again, “*MY NAME*, STOP”! Believe me, I stopped and said a thank-you to Heaven right then and there. Then I proceeded to change the tool as normal without incident. And side note, I’ve gotten better with age. I even went zip lining last year. I didn’t enjoy it, but I was able to do it to prove a point to myself, anyway. There’s no explaining that one away, it was one-hundred-percent supernatural help saving my stupid ass once again……….you’re a special sort of stupid if you can’t see that……….

One of the things I always seem to get supernatural intuition on is relationships. The first time I realized I had had a supernatural premonition or whatever about this sort of thing is some time after I was married to my first husband. Where I grew up it was the wild north country and almost Canada. All pale boys, and if you were to see a dark-skinned person you would know they weren’t from around there without even asking. Add that to the fact I was super-sheltered by fanatical parents who think everything is a sin that will damn your soul, and you can imagine why I assumed I’d marry a white American and that it would last forever just because that’s what marriage is meant to do. Lol. Hilarious, isn’t it? Not to worry, I’ve matured and also for a fyi it’s not often I like or am with a pale guy born and raised in America. But anyhow, when I first moved out of my one-horse hometown, I did a temp job that had a black dude also working there. I couldn’t stand him, and nothing to do with his skin color, he was just an asshole. I also had a regular job that had a lot of people from everywhere. One night I woke up with a start and I realized in my dream I had been with a black guy, suspiciously looking like the one I couldn’t frickin stand. And don’t take that the wrong way, no it was not a perverted dream. I mean in my dream I was in a relationship with that asshole. Well, that never happened, not exactly. But I realized sometime after I got married that I was married one, to a black guy, and two, he was an asshole I couldn’t stand, and three, he was someone I had originally met through work. (Though we never got together while we worked together but a few years later.) I don’t remember if I thought of that dream and realized all this while we were still married or after I divorced his loser ass, but I remember being floored by it. Musta been a warning I didn’t heed………. I sure as shit wish the Lord showed me the way things will end up when he gives me these visions!

I guess most people will never have experience with and so understand things like this, and a lot who do won’t admit it happens to them for fear of being laughed at. But, I’ve never been one to just go with the flow. I row my own boat, and I’ll row it how I see fit, thanks much! Thankfully, as you should be able to see by reading this article, I do have some help. Much-needed help. It’s help though that can only be seen if you choose to see it………. I pray you reading this will have your own experiences with this and not only realize what it is, but also not take it for granted!