My Husband's Second Career as a Middle-Aged Crooner! (and other stories)

[NJCher]

I'd ordinarily put these two psychic-type incidents the "The Daily Psychic" but I don't see it around anymore, so here are the stories.

Precognitive incident:

I woke up with the subject heading of this thread ("My Husband ...Middle-Aged Crooner) in my head two mornings ago. It was a dream. I didn't know whose husband or anything else about it.

Shortly after, however, I sent my friend and neighbor an e-mail inviting her over for tea at 2 p.m. I had a big teapot of Spicy Earth, a NY cheesecake, and a pastry assortment of cookies, small cakes, and brownies.

At 2 my friend arrived and we started with the chit-chat. At one point, my friend was discussing her husband getting into a new line of work. He has always loved to sing so he is now working on finding a weekend and evening gig with a band.

That's when it hit me--her husband would now be a "middle-aged crooner!"

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Power of intention:

The second incident has to do with the power of intention. I recall reading a poster's comments about the power of intention on my Crumpet thread a few weeks ago, so I've been attuned to this.

I had an interview scheduled with a psychiatrist to discuss ghostwriting a book. The topic was adolescent psychology and in particular, bullies. I know a little about bullies, but not much. I'm not a parent, so these issues aren't of concern to me. I had just listened to an interview with Lynn McTaggert, however (The Intention Experiment: Using Your Thoughts to Change Your Life and the World). I was thinking how I had all the requirements for this assignment except one--experience with bullies.

On that particular day, I had to do a lot of travel from campus to campus, clients, etc. The interview was in the evening, after a full day of this type of driving.

The most annoying thing kept happening to me all day long: I kept getting bullied in traffic. People were cutting me off, pushing me out of my place at the toll line, crowding me to the shoulder of the road, etc. I'm not an aggressive driver and I rarely encounter this type of thing, even though I live in NJ, a state notorious for its aggressive drivers.

After the fourth incident, it hit me...I was being bullied. Maybe the universe was giving me some experience!?

:)



Cher

[LiberalEsto]

1. Since you live in NJ

do you know about the Center for Assault Prevention, which has a HQ down somewhere in South Jersey? I worked for Maryland CAP back in 1999-2000. They do a lot with teaching kids how to resist bullying. Here's a link:

http://www.internationalcap.org/

[LaurenG]

2. Thanks

It's nice (and fun) to read these. :hi:

[I Have A Dream]

3. You always have such interesting things happen to you, Cher.

:)

[ayeshahaqqiqa]

4. these were neat stories

if something like the last story happened to me, I would be hearing my spiritual guide gently laughing behind me.

[NJCher]

5. More!

Thanks for that link, LE, as my friend just told me her child is being bullied. I'm going to make her aware of this.

I'm glad you guys got a kick out of the stories. They're much more fun when I have someone to share them with.

Since they happened, I have had three more and ayeshahaqqiqa, I'm pretty sure it was a spirit guide helping me out.

On one, I was reading some stuff about the real estate market and I saw some articles I wanted to send to a friend who has her house listed. This friend really needs to sell for financial reasons and she is in quite a state of angst over this. But while I wanted to send her the articles, when I reached to move my mouse to do so, I felt something holding my entire arm back. It made me think: maybe my friend can't take this news right now.

So today my friend came over and told me she had a horrible day yesterday. I asked why and she said, "Oh! Too much information! Too much bad information about the real estate market and the economy."

Imagine how awful I'd have felt if I'd added to her anxiety by sending her news that, for example, the real estate market is expected to plunge 25-30 per cent. :scared:

I think the same spirit guide (as recognized by touch) helped me out in traffic this week, too. I was ready to enter the parkway when I felt this same sort of feeling not only holding me back, but the car, too. I could feel it on the side of the car nearest the exit and on my right arm. It was like it was gently holding me back from entering the parkway. I took another route and I crossed over the parkway. It was back-to-back cars, as far as I could see.

This next incident is really quite extraordinary. I can't quite get over it, it's so odd.

This morning I was reading at a couple local web sites. I was reading the forums and the comments of the people at these two towns. Anyway, before I left the sites, I clicked the "classifieds" on one of them. I saw a picture of the most beautiful white male cat. His name was "Em." His owner was looking for a new home for him, stating that the family was moving and could not take Em with them. The owner extolled Em's personality and I just sat there staring at his photo, wondering if there was any way I could take him.

It would be a problem since I have three cats already and as anyone who's added a cat to the household knows, they do not take in their fellow felines gracefully.

I pondered sending a note to the owner, who said her name was Suzy, via email. Something like, "How could you leave your cat behind? How could you do that? I just don't understand how anyone could do such a thing!!"

But I didn't.

Instead I sat there and felt a few tears rolling down my face--worry over this beautiful cat finding a home.

I had to go out and do errands, so after I'd finished and I was on my way home, I saw a sign for a "moving sale." I am looking for a couple furniture items, so I thought I might stop, based on whether the house looked like it might have my type of furniture or not. I found the house and decided to go in. The house was a huge, beautifully restored Victorian. I could tell the owner was very artistic, just based on her choice of colors on the exterior and also her front porch, which had some very nice decorative items.

I knocked on the door and it opened and there was a white cat looking up at me. It was "Em!"

I said, "Why hello, you must be 'Em.'" I looked at the woman who opened the door and said, "You must be Suzy." She turned absolutely white and said, "Why, however would you know this!" I explained that I'd seen Em's picture in her ad. She nodded and said, "Yes, yes, but that doesn't explain how you knew where we lived!"

I agreed, that was pretty odd. I said I guessed that was just chance.

Well, anyway, the woman wouldn't leave it alone and wanted to know more about how I'd managed to come to her home. I repeated my story but she was clearly taken aback and mystified. In talking about Em, I again found myself with tears rolling out of my eyes over concern about Em finding a place to live. At this point Suzy was even more taken aback over this total stranger who was now in her house, crying about her cat possibly being homeless! She was very touched, however, over my concern. She said, "Oh don't worry too much. I've had some calls about Em and look!" She gestured to the window. "This is the family that I think is interested in adopting Em!"

The loveliest couple and two children about 7 and 9 came in the door. The children were clearly very excited about adopting Em but they were scaring Em with their excitement (and being strangers). Em had his little ears back and was heading to a hiding place. I sat down with the kids and said, "Want to know how to make friends with a kitty? I'll tell you how." Then I gave them the rundown. They seemed to understand and were much more gentle and quiet in their approach to Em.

Meanwhile, the parents were browsing at the things for sale while the children acquainted themselves with Em. I think that was their game plan--to take time while they decided whether they wanted to adopt him. I struck up a conversation with the parents about cats in general and especially white cats. I told them about my own white cat and how beautiful she was and how much I enjoyed watching her around the house. I said I thought Em was very special--I could just tell!

I had to leave but before I did, Suzy confided in me that it was also a cat compatibility issue (in addition to the move) that was causing her to leave Em behind. She has a total of 7 cats and is finding homes for all but one, a very overweight kitty for whom she does not think she can find a home. She said she had very good prospects on all of them and showed me her lists and told me about some of the people. In particular, two young Russian immigrants who had a house and said they needed one thing to complete their new home: two cats to love. I could tell Suzy was very excited over them as prospects. Em, however, was her favorite and it was hard for her to leave him.

So I think things will work out and for all I know, Em could be in his new home tonight. Suzy told me he really needs to be around kids, so this may have been the best thing to have happen.



Cher

[Dover]

6. Cher, I love how you listen and follow your inner promptings. That really makes life so magical!

Synchronicities abound!

Thanks for sharing those. I love it when life unfolds so beautifully and also reminds us how connected we are on some level we often aren't aware of.

[LiberalEsto]

7. What a lovely cat tale!

On the bullying issue, CAP teaches kids through role plays to stand up to bullies. Kids can say things like "Stop it, I don't like that". And if that doesn't work, the next step is "Stop it or I'm going to tell (the teacher, bus driver, principal, a parent)" and then do it.

Since kids may be afraid to say stop it, CAP assures them that they have the right not to be bullied. That they have the right to be "safe, strong and free." That they have the right to tell a trusted adult. And if this adult doesn't listen, to keep telling until someone does. This approach is also used for physical and sexual abuse. I was a CAP role player and did workshops for elementary and preschool kids in Maryland for a year.

The CAP program used to be taught in all NJ public schools and some private schools back in the 1990s, but I don't know if it still is. My daughter, now 25, had the CAP program in first grade when we lived in Somerset.