During the past three weeks I learned that I had a guide. We've had some conversation telepathically which was amazing. We've had conversations about spirituality and theories. I made a name for her, since she isn't much of the social kind of person. I call her Catherine, but she doesn't seem to mind. We got to talking and Catherine has gave me some very helpful spiritual advice. We had some conversations, mostly on why some people are cruel or naive. She explained to a good sense. I asked what can I do to prevent these things? She just said to try your best.
And while talking it was like a movie with all the best camera angels in front of me. We were driving early in morning with the sunrise approaching. I was falling asleep and my mother was driving, but as soon as she made the left turn the car hit us hard on my passenger side. The pain was so real, I haven't had my seat belt on and hung on the ground with a pile of glass. The pain started to go away numbing itself. I accidentally cut myself on one of the shards just to figure that I can still feel. I got up limping to find a women who was on her phone panicking towards me. I still had the blanket around me, as she sat me down towards the side walk. She was a college girl with new silver ford, which didn't seem to get the most damage.
I found myself out of the collision and back home. I asked Catherine if it was possible to change that from happening. She told me it was, but knowing doesn't mean you can't change it. I didn't have control of the wheel or even know what day it was. I know the street I was on, but I don't know if I'm ready for an incident. Later on Catherine kept telling me, "Car accident." I thought it was time for the accident. We take that route sometimes and it was a school day. I just prayed the pain would be painless and drifted to sleep.
Later that day, something very odd happened. A car crashed into the front of our house into the tree. He just turned 18 not to long ago, and drove the wrong way. He banged on the door moaning in pain and saying, "Please help, I'm sorry!" Being part of the bad part of town we took a risk letting a stranger into our home. We let him lay on the floor and gave him some Tylenol. He complained his ribs hurt and said some other profanity. I couldn't stop blaming myself, she gave me a hint and I thought it was about me. I was being selfish and only thought it was for me, I didn't take him into consideration. The roads where ice and some snow, and the car was in the shop. We managed to get a taxi to take him home, we personally went with him. Just to make sure he was still OK. The car was totaled, but lucky he wasn't hurt too badly.
Catherine told me about other events, such as the Philippines. I had them earlier, but I thought it was meant to be saved for a relative. I felt bad being powerless, and not being able to do a thing but watch. She mentioned other events, but I decided it would be better not to get involved as much. She can't mention much, but I know she means best. One of the things which I find very odd is she has mentioned Timothy Leary.
I didn't know who he was. She said that Timothy said that a movie director will steal his ideas. She said since I'm interested in some of those kinds of theories and religious viewpoints, it would be best if I helped him. I later learned that she was right, and I'm impressed to see how right she was. It was like a Hollywood theater. I saw him and he demanded that I let the world know. I told him that maybe it won't be so bad and to leave me alone so I can finish my tasks. Let's just say he has a dirty vocabulary. So in despite, please keep this in mind.
I wanted some answers. How can I help spread the word on these things. Can I prevent the car accident on my behalf? (I know I mentioned about 3rd parties interfering, but maybe there is more to it.) Does she really expect me to save hundreds of lives? What can I do with this pointless information if I can't do anything about it? I'm sure you guys understand.
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