Something tried to kill The Witch and her car, but not her broom
Something tried to kill The Witch and her car, but not her broom
Buckle up buttercups, the day before yesterday, something flat flipped every last one of The Witch’s switches.
Here I sat at home on the lovely recliner chair in our sun porch where I write sometimes on my laptop across from the big comfy lounging chair and ottoman for two, where The Witch and me and her poodle Elizabeth Taylor, aka Pesky Bashinsky, watch shoot ‘em up action movies and serials at night, to allow us to escape the zombie apocalypse we see ramping up in the great train wreck that America has become and seems hell bent to getting a whole lot greater.
My cell phone rings. I see it’s The Witch, who drove her Subaru to Birmingham yesterday, to hang out with her nephew whom she had not seen since he was 15, and now he’s almost 40. He and his husband live in Georgia, and his husband had business in Birmingham. We ate out with them the night before at The Fish Market, and the owner, George Sarris, who is a good friend of The Witch, sat down with us and we chewed the fat until our scrumptious dinners arrived.
So, I pick up my I-phone and press the green answer button, and The Witch sez she hopes I’m not gonna get mad at her, but as she was driving back to our home, something came from her right grabbed a hold of her and yanked the steering wheel to the right and she and her Subaru veered onto the dirt and grass shoulder toward a deep ditch and she heard a loud pop, and all four tires on her Subaru went immediately flat, and somehow she was able to turn the steering wheel to the left so that she did not crash full bore into the ditch, and she was able to get the Subaru back onto the road and she slowly drove it a little ways to the parking lot of a convenience store and stopped the Subaru and turned off the ignition and got out of the Subaru and smoke was coming out of all 4 tires, which were flat, and there was a ragged hole in the outside sidewall of each tire.
She asks if I’m mad at her for blowing out the tires? I ask her if she is hurt? She says, no, please come get her. I say I’m on the way. Call AAA. She says, ok. She is a few miles from our home.
When I get there, I park and get out of my van, look at the flat tires on her Subaru, and walk over to her, hug her, and say, “Forget having to replace the tires, I’m just so glad you are alright.”
I ask her about AAA. She says she’s waiting to hear back from them.
I say I want to see where she went off the road, and we get into my van and drive about 100 yards to where she says it happens, and I do a U-turn and park on the road shoulder, and we get out of my van and she points to the deep ditch she did not end up in and maybe badly injured or dead. I see tire tracks in the dirt road shoulder. She says those are her Subaru’s tire tracks. There is nothing on the road surface or the road shoulder that could have caused even one tire to blow out.
She says whatever it was, something helped her stay out of the ditch and get back onto the road and to the convenience store parking lot. She says she was in a fog, as if she was in another dimension.
I say either this was a spiritual attack, or it is a warning that we are involved in something that we should not be involved in, and I hope we are shown which it is.
We return to the convenience store parking lot, and she calls AAA again and gets a different person, who says it might be 2 hours, and then she calls back and gets another woman, and they have a long conversation, and I am not going to wait on that to get sorted out.
We look up local towing companies, she calls one, they can’t get to it. I look up a towing company and get someone right away. I give him our location. He says he knows it well. He says he can dispatch a towing truck. I tell him to send it, I will pay him regardless of what AAA does.
The towing truck man calls and says he’s headed our way. He arrives 20 minutes later, The Witch and I tell him what happened, and he looks back down the road and sees nothing that could have caused 4 blowout. He says that’s really strange. I say to think X-files thing, he says, yeah, X-files.
The driver says AAA has contacted them and they will be paid by AAA. He pulls out a hand device and does something and gives the device to The Witch to sign her name. We tell him which car dealer to take the Subaru to, he says he’s got it from here. I give him a $20 bill, he says I don’t have to do that, and I say I know that and I’m doing it anyway.
About an hour later, a Subaru service man calls The Witch and says he has her car. I’m amazed, because it’s close to rush hour and the Subaru dealer is in the county below Birmingham, and the incident happened 20 miles above Birmingham.
That night, the Witch tells her best girlfriend about it, and then the best girlfriend tells her husband about it. He’s an over the road trucker, off somewhere far away. He knows how to fix anything. They both insist this is Subaru’s fault, they put too much air in the tires when The Witch had it serviced last week.
I tell The Witch that I can’t imagine how that is Subaru’s fault, because I can’t imagine how all 4 tires blew out at the same exact time because of something Subaru did. The Witch keeps up with her computer dashboard on the tire pressure setting. All 4 tires had the same correct setting, 35 lbs. She just had it serviced this past Monday and noticed all tires were set to 35 lbs. When something grabbed the steering wheel and she heard the loud pow, she saw the tire display on her dashboard go haywire,
I hope The Witch and/or I will dream something after we turn in for the night, which will explain what happened, but we have no such dreams.
Then, we both speak on the phone with the Subaru service man. He says all 4 tire rims are dinged, but it looks cosmetic and he has to get the Subaru up on a rack to make sure.
He is as dumbfounded as the towing truck guy over how all 4 tires blew out at the same time, and there was nothing on the road surface or the road shoulder that could have caused it.
I ask him if there is anyway something malfunctioned in the Subaru, which could cause all 4 tires to blow out at the same time? He says, no. I say I don’t see any way either.
I tell him, what is really going on is this is a Ghostbusters thing. He agrees. I say I’m serious. He said he knows I’m serious.
I typed a draft of all of that above before eating scrumptious Witch dinner tonight. She read it after dinner and made a few small corrections and additions.
Then, she received a text from her best girlfriend saying her husband had told a towing company friend, who also is an auto mechanic, about it, and he said the valve stems may have been bent and there was too much air pressure in the tires.
The Witch and are amazed that grown people are not able to hear what is told to them in plain English.
In sum, the Witch felt something take her over and and cause the Subaru’s steering wheel to turn right, and the Subaru went onto the road shoulder and she heard a loud pow and the tires went flat, and then she, or something, regained control of the steering wheel and got the Subaru back onto the highway, and she slowed way down and made it to the convenience store parking lot safely.
I saw there was nothing on the road surface, nor on the road shoulder, that could have punctured even one tire sidewall, much less all 4 tire sidewalls, and from what The Witch told me, her Subaru did not make a maneuver that would puncture even one tire’s sidewall.
The Witch’s girlfriend knows about the spirit being Asherah, who has looked after and protected The Witch since she was 14, because Asherah has has been with The Witch’s girlfriend for many years, and they talk about their experiences with Asherah, who looks out for both of them.
The Witch told her girlfriend of several times when she was metaphysically attacked by people I had known before she and I got married, she she felt as if she was dying, and I had to get those people out of my life altogether, which stopped those attacks.
Yet even now, we do not know for sure it was a metaphysical attack. Perhaps it was a warning. Or perhaps it was a demonstration that she is being protected, and if the price of that demonstration was 4 tires on her Subaru, then it was a very cheap and very welcome demonstration.
Yesterday p.s.
The Witch said last night that she is convinced that what grabbed her and damaged her Subaru was two of the people I had to shed to protect her. Our dreams last night were about entirely different things, which I could take to mean she figured out who had done it,
Today p.s.
The Subaru service man called The Witch this morning and says 3 of the tire rims are badly bent and have to be replaced, and the other rim is damaged and probably will need to be replaced, and he will have to replace the rims and mount new tires before he can determine if the suspension system also is damaged.
The Witch called AAA, which provides her automobile insurance, and reported the incident, and she called the Subaru service man and gave him the insurance adjuster’s name and phone number.
I have known people in the past, who would accept The Witch’s view of what caused this without trying to make it fit into human thinking.
I have known people in the past, who never doubted what I reported of my metaphysical experiences.
The Witch never doubted what I shared on my blogs about my metaphysical experiences before she and I got together, nor after that.
Many people believe witches aren’t real, they don’t have powers. Many people don’t believe shamans are real, they don’t have powers. Many people don’t. believe angels and demons are real, they don’t have powers,
Borrowing from William Shakespeare, when Horatio told Hamlet that he did not believe in ghosts, Hamlet said “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
This morning, The Witch said she will cast some spells to protect herself and us. Tonight, she said she cast those spells.
