Imagine a picnic outing with friends and family. It's a beautiful summer's day at a state park. You’ve packed a fabulous lunch, the checkered tablecloth, you're starting the grill, and smile as the children play, laughing, squealing, throwing Frisbees.

Taking it all in, everything suddenly begins moving in slow motion. Your surroundings distort as though you're looking through a fish bowl. The crisp clear laughter turns muffled and distant and you begin, instead, hearing your own heartbeat. For no apparent reason, a strong pull, almost magnetic, compels you to look over your shoulder and a person in the distance catches your attention as if they weren't but 3 feet in front of your face. The grease begins spiking the fire and the smell of burning food burning brings you back to what you were doing.

This was an actual event. One that happened over 10 years ago, but something, even today, I remember quite vividly. We had been vacationing in the Ozarks. The day was beautiful! That afternoon, we had decided on a picnic lunch, winding down later that evening a romantic dinner.

I remember there wasn't a care in the world to be had. Everything was perfect. And, the man in the distance, had it not been for that "feeling," would have otherwise gone unnoticed.

There are several ways information comes through. This is just one of them. Dreams are another high traffic portal, as well as flashes of images, names and events, such as an earthquake or accident.

In this particular instance, my husband who was familiar with my experiences, listened as I explained to him what had happened. As I explained, I found the magnetic "pull" I had felt, to really be more of a composite once I took a closer look, terror, evil, desperateness and cold-hearted.

Moments later, a ranger seemed to be doing his rounds. From campfire to campfire he would tip his hat, making short conversation. As he approached our table, I developed a large, dry, lump in the back of my throat. Yet, everything seemed normal.

The ranger explained the park would be closing soon. That all of the exits, but for one would be sealed off. An escaped convict was last seen, headed in our direction so they needed to take the extra precaution to keep visitors safe.

Both my husband and I exchanged that look...I asked if by chance the person was male and might possibly be wearing a baseball hat? He paused before answering, with a nod. As it turned out he was wanted for murder.

In the beginning many experiences and sensations can be brushed off as quirky coincedence. But if you happen to be finding more and more of them, it could be a good time to take a closer look and see what that sixth sense is all about!

Elleise
Clairvoyance Editor