I started having my own spooky premonitions of death several years ago. I would be going along with my normal life when all of a sudden, out of nowhere a slight breeze of absolutely frigid air would surround me. It was unmistakable, like a door to a very cold room opening very briefly and then closing again.

Then within hours someone I knew would die -- sometimes very unexpectedly. It took me a few times to make the connection between the cold breeze and the news of sudden death. I was not in a good place psychologically at the time, so when that cold air would hit me, it became very upsetting.

Reflecting on it, I realized I may have even brought it on myself. I had been through a series of terrible, life-changing surprises (which is why I was in such bad shape) and I jokingly asked The Universe for a "little notice" before something broadsided me again. It's possible that was the answer to my own request.

So, I then asked whatever part of me was making this possible to please stop. It was just too much to deal with ... the anticipation of what the news would be just made it worse. So it did. (At least it was cooperative.)

I hate to think I seemed ungrateful to a response I had asked to receive -- but it was really too much, and perhaps the part of me I was talking to understood that. I honestly don't know if I ever want that ability back again. Call me a wuss, but sometimes it really is better not to know in advance.