It’s A Jinxy Voodoo Kind Of Thing

by Leslie

Have you ever had moments when you feel like life is trying to tell you something?

I’ve had experiences like that. Like the time I followed a real estate agent over smooth, gray slate to a stately, white house, and something about the delicate, pink flowers at my feet, the curve of the path and the kiss of the breeze on my cheek aroused a feeling of familiarity and comfort that told me I was home. I didn’t need to look inside to see what was there, I already knew it. I felt it. The feeling was so strong; I wasn’t seeing this place for the first time, I was returning. I’d been here before. I’m not sure when, it could have been a dream. Regardless of where the feeling came from, it was a sign that I’d found the place where I belonged. It is the place we now own.

On several ocassions, I’ve had a feeling or an experience that seemed to push me in a given direction. There have been times when everything added up to a thought, an idea, or an understanding that prepared me for something that was to come. This weekend, I’ve felt like I might be having one of those times. There have been so many little things that have taken me back to a specific time in my life. It started with flipping on the television just in time to watch Hope Floats and later Moonlight and Valentino, from beginning to end - two movies that resonated so deep within me during the space between the death of my first love and marriage and the birth of my relationship with Dave. I lived with the characters from those films day after day, hurting with them and crying with them. They weren’t exhausted by my pain or annoyed with my sadness. Somehow watching those movies again and again helped me through my grief. I found it strange that both movies were on and I had the opportunity to actually sit down and watch them, in their entirety, uninterrupted - that in and of itself is a miracle and it got my attention. After countless other flashback-inducing encounters, I read Gunfighter’s post “Life In The Bubble” about people who are living in their own world, unaware of the things happening outside of their bubble, people who are disconnected, looking inward - people who very much resembled me during that particular time.

Now, I can’t help but wonder what it is I should remember or learn about that time of my life. Am I making too much of this? I did see The Number 23 on Saturday. Am I freaking out? Maybe it’s just a reminder that I’ve got things pretty good now. I’m not sure. It seems when I have moments like this that something monumental is about to occur, that things are going to change in a big way. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Deja vu. Intuition. Premonitions. Have you ever experienced anything like that?

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Laurie on February 26, 2007 8:57 pm
You aren’t imagining it. Things like that have been happening to me for a little while now and I can’t interpret them either.
Joshua Xalpharis on February 27, 2007 1:43 am
I have never noticed a common thread in the events of my life. Whether good or bad, it always seem to be rather random. Well, unless you want to count…

Alright, I get what you mean. I’ve never had my fate tied to anything in specific, except for the little intangible known as ‘irony’. When something bad happens, I always have the deep sense of “Figures.” When something good happens, I always have the deep sense of “When does it figure?” I’m a cynic.
Daddy Forever on February 27, 2007 3:35 am
In science, time is the fourth dimension and you can go forward or backward in time. But in real life, we only seem to be able to move forward in time and only remember things that have happened. I think in one of Stephen Hawking’s book, he mentioned that people who have deja vu or premonitions might have the ability to “remember” things that will happen in the future. Sounds like you might be one of those time traveller.
Mommy the Maid on February 27, 2007 2:09 pm
I have dreams all the time that come true in some form or another. Sometimes the dream is huge scale and what happens is very small. I dreamt about an airplane hitting the WTC, only the setting was here in Denver. I was inside the building trying to help get people out. I woke up to the phone rining and my mom telling me to turn on the news…freaky.

I find nothing weird about feeling home by just stepping on the walkway. I find nothing weird about movies helping you feel and go through greif. Everyone has to find their feelings somehow.

I think that everyone has the capacity to fee things. It just depeneds on how much they choose to use that ability.
Faith on February 27, 2007 8:38 pm
I get deja vu and sometimes I know who’s calling before I even pick up the phone (and no it’s not caller ID lol). Sometimes a song will get stuck in my head for no reason and then next time I turn on the radio it’ll be that song.

Other than that not much happens that’s odd. I do understand what you’re saying though. Congrats on winning the Thinking Blogger Award! You, Grimm and Kelley totally deserve it.
kelley on February 28, 2007 10:31 am
I don’t think I have ever experienced something like this, although I wish I had! I’ve never had a strong feeling that something was about to happen to me. I’ve had deja vu, but it’s a momentary feeling, and then it’s gone.