Premonitions

They say the future is not ours to see and yet we are occasionally given glimpses into the unseen, by the way of people, places, and things; but we don't always pick up the silent message. We are given history lessons as a way to make things better for generations to come, so someone must have a vision of what the future looks like. And there have been predictions made throughout time that have even come true, but what does knowing this change? Not people and most certainly not the outcome.

What would you do if you knew not the details, but had a glimpse of when your time here on earth would be done? Who would you be? What would you do differently? Would you do things that scare you or would you live in constant fear thinking you can change the course of life. Would you choose to use this information for evil or for good? Would knowing this be a blessing or a curse?

When I was growing up, I thought this type of thinking to be bs. But now, I have to say I believe more than ever that there are people out there that live with this information every day and they wake up and still choose to go on. I think I prefer the lack of foresight. At least I would be able to say I didn't know any better.

This comes to mind for me a lot as a person who has had family members predict their own earthly timelines and damn if what they said didn't come true. I mean, is there a chance that the universe gives a glimpse of something with the intention of changing our course? I guess it makes me wonder how, my father and grandfather were able to; and yet when I try to look forward, I see nothingness. Is that what they saw or is there something more?

I guess I just knew I'd get where I was going even if I didn't always follow the directions. I dared the danger in the curves on that twisting and turning dark backroad. I would always get me where I was going, and I was going to have one hell of a story to tell when I got there! I have wanderlust in my blood, and my internal compass has always guided me safely. There is no road I don't have a playlist for.

It seems that all the time I didn't listen to my intuition is when I felt the most lost. Maps and GPS just got me all mixed up along the way, landing me in places I never should have been, following other people's dreams and chasing after things that were never meant to be mine.

But somehow here I am, guided and back on my path, as if I had never missed out or been gone. In reality, I know that every breath is as important as the next. The next breath could be my last and I won't know it's over but those that I love will be left to ask, did I know?

I have to wonder if not seeing the future allows me to paint it in an array of colors and see it in a new perspective and not the way I'm told to view it. I may not be able to see my future demise, but I have seen a few of my dreams come true. Is that the same thing?

So, I have to ask myself if this is the timeline where the universe is giving me the choice to choose the trajectory of my own future and maybe one day, I'll look back and see this was the universe giving me a premonition to congratulate future me for trusting the path in front of me. Now that I think about it, I know where I've been even though I haven't always known where I was going and it has been a great time but not without its share of challenges to stay on course.

I never really had a destination per say; I was just happy to be on the journey. Sometimes, I think I never had a premonition because I didn't see myself making it this far to begin with! Maybe I'm staring at a door waiting to be opened and on the other side are my ancestors and earthly family waving goodbye as I hit the gas and take off into the great wide open.

I know I should be cautious in what I ask for but let the dreams that were meant to be premonitions of confirmation that I arrived, I rested, got as far as I am going to get, and now it's time to change routes again.

Either way, I'm going to enjoy it until the unforeseen end!

I know it's going to be a hell of ride...

The one I see clearly in a premonition of hope

I promise once I get to this new destination

I am going to have one hell of a story.

Until next time,

T. McB