Posts
1-18-12
Today is a cooler-winter day, staying in my office rearranging space to set up a second computer just for typing my books. This is a very cool, rebuilt inexpensive computer for straight typing. I explained to someone that it is like giving a hug to an old family grandma, very comfy and dependable.
In the background I had on some of my favorite recorded TV shows to have on while working. I really don’t focus as much as half listen and when I hear a spiritual word then I’d put my attention to watching.
The show I had on in the background was “Ghostly Encounters” and the segment I was listening to was about a young woman who was on a quest to find her destiny. She and a few friends planned a cross-country trip and with the destination being California. Into the last segment, there was a very close call hitting a guard rail and almost going over the edge. After the close call the young woman found herself standing next to the rail with a glowing white light all around her, which the other men did not see and she explained how she believed she had an “angelic” encounter.
So here I am sitting at my new typing station listening to how this woman came close to a terrible accident and realized my own close call and the same situation that happened to me.
January 1996 I purchased a house in Pollock Pines off Highway 50, elevation high enough to have blinding winter storms and snows. One of my favorite homes I have lived in, with hard wood floors, patio overlooking the property into a forest.
I wrote my first book in 1994, “Two Worlds: Discovering Your Psychic Skills” and in the late-1990’s I was still actively promoting this book at Barnes & Noble Bookstores.
Looking forward to a book signing on an upcoming weekend and with a storm coming in, I opt to purchase for the first time “studded” tires for my Geo Storm vehicle. I had never purchased this type of tire and went to a trusted tire store in Placerville down the hill from where I lived.
Friday evening three days later, after finishing my book signing at Barnes & Noble, leaving the store the raining had just started coming down.
Closer I got to Shingle Springs the progressively heavier rain lightened up to the softest fresh snow. Thinking I was “OK”, I took a long breath and said to myself, “Safe now.”
For those of you who enjoy looking at Google Maps, I drove past Placerville to the direction of “Apple Cafe" night concerns for darting wild life and to miss slower moving vehicles is propriety, and takes full concentration.
On this faithful night, after having talked for hours and giving psychic information to the crowd, I was now leaving in the dark and somewhat tired. After a two hours’ drive just past Placerville and yet another 1 hour to go, weather I thought was better, I sped up to night driving speed limit.
As I came around one of those steep uphill curves on Highway 50, I entered a “white out”!
Puzzled at first, wondering how long this white fog would be on the ground. I immediately slowed down, looking behind me for any headlights of someone following me too close, thank goodness I did not see anyone. Another fear would be to hit someone who had stopped long before I entered the white out. My greatest fear was hitting the edge of the freeway and going over a cliff.
My mind raced to where I was and how far up the incline I had driven. I remember feeling very alone, the inside of the car so dark and outside “nothing to be seen”. I felt like I had driven into a white void, slowing down quickly I glanced around to see any other lights to get my bearings. Nothing. Trying to keep calm, fear was whelming up inside of me, quickly realizing that there were cliffs all along this stretch of freeway. If I were to go over any freeway cement border, I may not be found until family missed me which could be days from this evening.
I searched for my cell phone and touching the passenger seat it was next to me. As I put my hand back on the steering wheel, I had an odd sensation. I could hear nothing! The sound my car engine disappeared, I could not feel the freeway pavement under my tires…
I was thinking that time had slowed down considerably. What I should do now, how to drive, which way should I turn my wheel?
I felt this amazing “thump” no sound, just the “thump”.
I was scared.
In a split second, I felt fear leap within me, my mind raced wondering what was to happen next.
I gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.
In my head, I heard “let go”.
Well I did not let go! But, I loosened my grip.
The front right wheel had just hit “something” the steering wheel jerked to the left. My car lifted, jumped up and dipped to the left into the direction of the steering wheel turn. Within what I thought was 100 feet the snow fog disappeared.
I don’t remember the drive to my home.
As I got to my house, I became anxious and upset. I don’t remember how much sleep or that I slept only after a long-thought recall of the “incident”.
The next day I hurried down to Placerville, turned around and tried to find the place where the “incident’ happened. I remember the area afterward, as the sky had cleared up. I quickly turned around as soon as the opportunity gave me, and watched the edge of the road to see if I could see any marks on the edging.
Noting that only where a car tire could have a “thump” was an edging of about 6 inches, the other side a very steep downward slide to the canyon below. Some trees, I also realized that with all the snow that later fell during the night my car would have been buried for a very long time until the top of my blue car could have been seen.
Again, I turned around down the hill and back to the same area to visually recap what this area looked like. Where the mountain had been cut away for the highway there was a “rise” in the dirt and if I had hit that the headlight and motor would had impacted fiercely.
I drove up the hill to the Apple Café and parked my car. I was stunned.
I turned around again and drove back down to that trusted tire shop. I talked to the “man” who put those tires on. He showed me where the tire had hit the 6 inch cement railing, commenting that there was a grove made but just on the outside of tire studs. And how lucky to have those tires put on my front end drive wheels.
He turned around, looking at me he remarked, “There must have been someone watching out for you.”
No, you do not forget such an incident. After moving away to a new home in the valley, I watched a TV show on unexplained mysteries. The story was of a young mother and son who had been in an accident in this area of Highway 50 many years earlier. The TV show told of how she had died and the young son who would not leave his dead mother.
The TV show recounted how a couple of days after they disappeared, this woman’s family had put out an extensive search for her. Local TV news spots showing this woman’s picture, in case someone had seen her to notify the police. A couple driving along this stretch of highway saw a naked woman lying next to the asphalt. Calling the police they found the young woman’s car, she had been dead for days and the young boy was barely holding on. In this TV show the son now later in his teens, contributes his survival on his mother’s soul leaving her body to find someone to rescue him.
I don’t know how many years exactly this accident had happened, though I know it was on the same stretch of highway that my near accident happened. I’ve always wondered if she was my “angel watching over me”. And I'd like to say now in print if it was she, "Thank you."
Nancy
