It was very late at night, like 1 or 2 AM, many years ago, when I lived in a small town in northern Arizona. I was driving home from a friends house or from the movie theater, or something like that. I had not been drinking at all, but was very tired; exhausted. I just wanted to get home.
Almost nobody else was on the road at this late hour. Just me, the street lights lighting up the darkness with their reds and yellows and greens, that one oncoming car in the far distance, and me in my car traveling along.
The light was green at the intersection I was approaching, no reason to slow down. The lights generally don’t change on this major road unless a car triggers the light to change by approaching from the cross street. So I knew the light would stay green for me the whole time I went thru the intersection. I have lived here for years, I’ve driven these roads hundreds or possibly thousands of times before. The lone oncoming car was safely in its own lane, two lanes over from me (there was a center “turning” lane separating us). They were going about as fast as I was, probably around 25 or 30MPH.
All of a sudden I heard a clear distinct musical tone in my ear – it was IN my ear, not coming from mycar, not coming from outside, but coming from somewhere inside of my head. Not loud, but very clear. It sounded like a clean electronic tone (like a sine-wave) of a single musical note, a very pure sound. Like something I recall from playing with an electronic tone generator at the university. It sharply began and sharply ended, without fading. It lasted about 1 second.
The instant I heard that tone I felt a feeling and a strong thought occurred to me (all at the same time) that told me: PRESS THE BRAKES RIGHT NOW LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO STOP THE CAR.
It was not a voice. It was a feeling, like when you have your own realization about something – maybe you just realized you left the oven on, or the pot is boiling over on the stove; that urgent feeling that makes you jump up from what you’re doing and run into the kitchen to deal with the situation. The instant the thought-feeling hits you, you know exactly what’s going on; long before you arrive at the kitchen and see it in person. That’s how I felt from the feeling-thought that hit me in this moment.
I instantly followed my own thought-feeling – I pressed the brakes very hard, the nose of my car leaned forward from the stopping force; while I could clearly see the light was still green for me, there were no pedestrians or bicycles around, no cops, no bad weather, and no other cars besides the one coming the other way, which my brain said was still in it’s own lane. Except now it was turning sharply towards me. Crossing the yellow dividing line, suddenly darting in front of my car making a sharp left turn onto the side-street on my right, smoothly and evenly. The other driver never once noticed me or my car as they passed maybe 8 feet in front of my car at the closest. If I hadn’t pressed the brakes at the right time, we would have had a near-head-on collision.
As soon as the tail of their car cleared the side of mine I let up on the brake and accelerated back up to speed and continued on my way as if nothing happened. No squealing brakes, no tone in my ear, just smooth operation of 2 cars and 2 humans, like a ballet with perfect timing. I wasn’t mad. I simply fit in with the situation to the most appropriate amount of movement and timing, and non-movement and non-timing.
My brain didn’t even have time to ask “WTF are you stopping for? Why would I do that? There’s no logical reason, why are we doing this?” My brain also realized I would NEVER have had time to avoid a collision if I pressed the brakes only after my brain said to do so – by then it was way too late. And that’s often the way our mind works; first, annoyed by something that makes no sense; then, humbled by the unseen reasons behind the thing.
The oncoming car never saw me, made its turn at normal turning speed, and continued on its journey in oblivious safety.
I think that is called good karma. For the other person and for me.
And as a scientist, I have been thinking about this happening for all of my life since then.
I learned that there can be a Tone that calls your attention immediately. That relays a mental message with emotional content, that is 100% believable as much as your own impulse is to yourself when you make a decision and act on it. I think maybe the thought and feeling traveled on the sound wave of the tone.
I realized that some kind of being must have sent that tone to me. Because it wasn’t me (the lower me). I would NEVER have thought to slow down at a green light with nobody around except that 1 car that was still in its own lane, like thousands and thousands of cars passing me that stayed in their own lanes so many times in the past. No, some kind of entity helped me to not smash full-speed into an oncoming vehicle at 1 or 2AM with nobody else around.
What plane of existence did that message come from? The Astral plane? The Mental plane? Maybe it was from an Etheric level? Etheric is part of the physical plane, it’s matter, just more subtle than regular matter; for example magnetism and gravity are etheric forces. More subtle than solids, liquids, and gas.
Who sent me the message? An Angel? A friend? My higher-self? A spirit of some sort on the road, or in the neighborhood?
Why didn’t they send it to the other driver, the one actually making the mistake? Maybe I was easier to influence than they were? They were probably more asleep at the wheel than I was, at 2AM.
Whoever sent it – are they watching me always? Or did they just happen to notice this time? Were they attracted to a location/situation/time where a horrible incident would occur to someone that doesn’t deserve it, just at the exact moment, and with the proper skill to completely help? How did they know that this small gesture would be enough to save the moment, and that something stronger wasn’t needed? I’ve never followed an action suggested by a tone before or since this event. How did they know me well enough to know it would work?
I did not deserve to have a horrible car accident that day. Neither did the other driver. I’m so thankful for that.
I Am Dreamer 