The unease I was feeling had been with me for a week now. It was so loud within the pit of my stomach that I was beginning to feel annoyed. The practical side of me was at odds with the spiritual, intuitive side. Generally, the spiritual side wins, but this time, the practical side was louder than usual. At times it was jeering, berating me and calling me paranoid. Still, the spiritual side or sixth sense persisted and sent out signals warning me of impending doom.
I glanced anxiously at the bedroom window and felt that someone was watching me, peering at me. I got up, looked outside and realized there was nothing but the darkness. The same thing happened for four nights.
My sixth sense prevailed, and from a deep sleep, I would wake up with a start as if being woken by someone, and I went through the routine again. I got up, looked through the window, felt as if someone was watching me and saw nothing but darkness.
This time my intuition was loud (I call it a knot in my stomach), and I spoke to my children about it. I’ve lived in the house for a few years now and have never felt unsafe or insecure, but this time was different. The kids cautioned me, and though I was careful, I brushed it off. Then two days before the incident, I asked the question that had been burning inside me for a few days now, “what if a brick came through the window?”
Once the question was asked, I felt a combination of lightness and heaviness; however, the heaviness remained dominant.
In the early hours of Saturday morning, I woke up as if someone shook me to consciousness. This time though, I ignored the feeling and decided to try and fall asleep again. About five or ten minutes later, I heard what sounded like a gunshot. It was so loud and momentarily frightened me into a statue-like state. I turned towards the window, and through the darkness, saw the man raising his hand, and it looked like he was holding a brick. Spurred into action and fearing he would fully enter the bedroom, I jumped out of bed as half his body was stuck between the broken glass and the window frame.
I grabbed the closest object (my shoe), threw it at him, and ran towards him screaming and swearing, hoping to frighten him enough to stop what he was doing and run away. I reached for the baton hanging by the cupboard to charge at him, and at the same time, he leaned in further, grabbed the laptop and Ipad and he was gone.
What felt like forever, although it could only have been a few seconds, my son in law had entered my bedroom, and we both rushed for the front door.
Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen, hiding in the comfort that darkness provides.
While my son and son-in-law went looking for the man down the road, I noticed that there was no more “knot” in my stomach. As if it had never been there. Thieves rely on the element of surprise, and their success lies in the victim being unprepared for the event.
My entire life, I have been “saved” by listening to my inner voice, spirit or sixth sense. I do not mean to imply that bad things never happened to me, but there would have been more had I ignored it every time.
I should have listened to it because I have been saved from countless dangerous situations when I did and acted upon the feeling.
Instead, I ignored it, and as a result, my sense of safety and security has been compromised. I’m not saying bad things can’t or won’t happen, just that forewarned is forearmed, and when the feeling is that strong, it should never be dismissed.
There is no paranoia, just preservation.
So a word of advice, if I may, “listen carefully” when you are being cautioned about dangers that lie ahead. Don’t ignore or dismiss it as trivial, especially when it is that strong and keeps you from functioning during the day or prevents you from sleeping at night.
My sixth sense never failed me. I failed my sixth sense by ignoring the warnings it continually sent me.