While I cannot recall the exact day this occurred, I do recall it being in August of 1987.
(Something you'll notice from this and a few posts before and after, a lot goes down for me in August. Not sure why really, the best I've ever come up with my self is that I was born on the 8th and August is the eighth month... ok I know that's grasping at straws, but then it's always been enough of an explanation, at least for myself. And ultimately it's not so much about the month as it is the event, in my eyes)
One evening as my Father was driving me and a friend (Tracy) home from the Mall where she and I both worked, I had the most vivid premonition. We were driving past Lake Bannook and even though I was looking out onto the lake and at the teams of paddlers from the Mic Mac Aquatic Club gliding across the rippling water, I no longer saw them but saw vision of a large crystal bowl falling and breaking into pieces. It was so (pardon the pun) crystal clear, that I actually commented on it, and in retrospect I'm glad that I did.
Two or three days later when I got home from work I walked into the dining room and there on the table was the bowl I had seen. Unbeknownst to me it was our family's own christening bowl. For years it had been stored up on top of the hutch in the dining room and because Dad was going to be moving the hutch to paint he was removing the contents. He too did not know it was there and so when the hutch was moved, it slid off the top and fell to the floor where it shattered.
I only wish I had known of the bowl and recognized it in the vision, had that been the case maybe it would still be in one piece today instead of the pieces it's in (again, on top of the hutch)
(Something you'll notice from this and a few posts before and after, a lot goes down for me in August. Not sure why really, the best I've ever come up with my self is that I was born on the 8th and August is the eighth month... ok I know that's grasping at straws, but then it's always been enough of an explanation, at least for myself. And ultimately it's not so much about the month as it is the event, in my eyes)
One evening as my Father was driving me and a friend (Tracy) home from the Mall where she and I both worked, I had the most vivid premonition. We were driving past Lake Bannook and even though I was looking out onto the lake and at the teams of paddlers from the Mic Mac Aquatic Club gliding across the rippling water, I no longer saw them but saw vision of a large crystal bowl falling and breaking into pieces. It was so (pardon the pun) crystal clear, that I actually commented on it, and in retrospect I'm glad that I did.
Two or three days later when I got home from work I walked into the dining room and there on the table was the bowl I had seen. Unbeknownst to me it was our family's own christening bowl. For years it had been stored up on top of the hutch in the dining room and because Dad was going to be moving the hutch to paint he was removing the contents. He too did not know it was there and so when the hutch was moved, it slid off the top and fell to the floor where it shattered.
I only wish I had known of the bowl and recognized it in the vision, had that been the case maybe it would still be in one piece today instead of the pieces it's in (again, on top of the hutch)
