Epiphany
Ever since I woke up from having almost died of a brain aneurysm on October 16, 2004, I’ve had flashes of what I call “psychic intuition.” I also often find myself in the right place and the right time and find that I have gotten a message. It’s almost as if my brain got scrambled and left me with occasional glimpses into the world that psychic mediums must inhabit all the time.
Whitley and I don’t go to church every week, but last week we decided to postpone a bike ride and our favorite radio show and go to 9:30 mass. I was amazed that the priest, in his homily, talked about this very thing, although he called them “epiphanies.” He spoke of them as being insights, sudden “light bulb” moments that bring understanding about life and our place in it.
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