I do. Huge believer. I’m a very logic minded person despite all of the paranormal stuff I’ve gone through but one of the few things I’ve made myself very aware of are precognitive signs. Now some people might think well if you want something bad enough, you’re going to start seeing it everywhere. It’ll be a manifest of your own mind. And I say, what came first, the chicken or the egg? Is it your brain making you see all those signs or are the signs so numerous that your brain can’t help but notice?

Case in point. When I was dating this particular guy a few years ago, we were in my car and he was driving. On the highway, he had to make a quick stop and we almost rear-ended another car. My stomach sank, of course but two names also immediately popped into my head; the last name of one of my then boyfriend’s friends (and it’s one hell of a weird name that I can’t even remember now but it’s not something that just randomly comes to you) and the first name of his best friend. Yeah, I thought it was weird because there was no reason for those names to come to me. That night those two got into a drunk driving accident. The last name was driving and survived. Barely. The best friend was killed.

A happier point. When I was working through all of my study abroad stuff a couple years ago, I applied to one university, Queen Mary. During the waiting period between my sending in my application and waiting to hear, I was seeing London, and England, everywhere. And I mean everywhere. But of course I brushed it off. Then one day I was flipping through TV stations and came to this clip show. One of the clips was from England. The couple on the show? Mentioned Queen Mary University by name. At that point I went ALL RIGHT!!! I’LL START PACKING!!! When I finally conceded to the signs, they minimized themselves.

Now it’s all about California since I’m striving to move out there late next year. Aside from the numerous dreams of the Santa Cruz Boardwalk I’ve been having (it’s my favorite vacation spot, as you can see from the pictures to the left), I’ve been seeing California everywhere, especially at work. We’re a predominantly East Coast company but we’re licensed to do work everywhere. We just don’t because, in reality, the company isn’t big enough to tap all of those markets. Well we have a couple California agents and a handful of risks in California. I seem to be coming across most of them, a feat, statistically speaking, that shouldn’t happen since about 93% of our risks and agents are regional. There’s also finding out about a movie called Ten Inch Hero, filmed in Santa Cruz (and also stars Jensen Ackles of Supernatural, rowr). A big one happened yesterday.

When I wanted to do the impulse move back in 2007 (as in I decided about 2 months in advance to move to California, went on job interviews out there and everything), I went to AAA and got a box full of maps and bought this hotel guide that marks off all of the pet friendly hotels across the country. Seeing as how I’d be traveling with my dog, I’d like to know right off the bat where I could stay. After everything kind of crumbled, I decided to take a slower, smarter approach to it and to remove clutter from my room, I moved the box of maps downstairs and I haven’t seen it in about a year and a half. I tried looking for it and my mom swore it was in the garage and I looked and looked and looked and just couldn’t find it. Yesterday my mom decided to do a little bit of cleaning and I went down there to see what she was doing. There, right in plain sight, was my box of maps and the hotel book. Plain as day. I squealed and hugged it.

So I brought it back upstairs. On TV I was watching this ultimate breakfast restaurant show on the Travel Channel. What was being highlighted on the show as I walked into the room? A cereal bar called Cereality that’s right on Pacific Avenue in Santa Cruz. I stood there gaping at the TV with a box of maps in my hands. Dude, if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is.

The major difference, though, between California and England, is I don’t doubt myself so much this time around. The signs don’t need to beat themselves over my head to get their point across. Yes, sometimes they’re more prominent than others, especially when I do have my moments of doubt, but they’re not as in my face. For England, they were screaming really loud.  I’m much more sure of myself this time.

I’ve found that the more you accept that these types of signs exist, the more receptive you become to them and the more obvious they start to get. I love signs. They’ve been my best psychic tool so far! And listening to my gut really helps too. That’s a major key.