Perhaps I should change my handle to "Cassandra." I want to tell what I saw, but who will believe me? For weeks now I have been disturbed by the idea of a disaster, a river, and the city of Nashville. I did not see the Cumberland specifically, or a date or anything like that, but enough that I was unhappy. Last Thursday I posted on facebook that within 24 hours something would happen that would have consequences. I knew that someone was going to make a wrong decision after dark on Friday, and that the event would be east of where I was. But if I had tried to ask the persons I know in Nashville, "Are you ready? Are you prepared?" They could rightly ask "for what?" and "when?" and I would have to answer "something bad" and "don't know when." Well, who would pay attention to such a weak warning? So, I said nothing. And if someone has suffered because of my lack of warning, I am unhappy.

This in not the first time in my life that such a similar thing has happened. Sometimes I have tried to warn people, sometimes I have doubted myself. You know the sort of thing, "It must have been something I ate before bed," "It is just a case of nerves." "You have been reading/watching too many scary stories." Or the worse of all, "Just wishful thinking." I am not any good at that "intuition" thing at which so many women excel. But I dream dreams and feel the "something" in the wind. Not always, not continually, sometimes years elapse between events and I begin to believe it was just coincidence. And then one day, like the change of seasons, the air around me stirs and I know.

I truly believe that I am not the only one who experiences this, but I wonder how others deal with it. And for the record I don't trust any of the "Psychics" who prey on people. I cannot tell the future, cannot call up spirits, or divine events. I am perhaps just sensitive to the Hand of God, Who loves all men, chooses to share with us from time to time something of Himself.