Do I have a sixth sense, you, damn right I do!

As someone with bipolar, I definitely believe I have a sixth sense. I believe that there are signs from the Universe to guide my steps. I see signs in everything. While driving down I-94 in Chicago what do I see in front of me, DESTINED FOR GREATNESS courtesy of McDonald’s. You think that shit was a sign, hell yeah it was. The average person would not have even noticed the truck, but it stood out to me like the sun beaming in my eyes. I’ve seen billboards on Sunset Blvd. while living in West Hollywood, CA with messages specifically meant for me. Signs like THE TIME IS NOW, LIVE FOR NOW and BE BRIGHT and the biggest sign of all in the night’s sky in Manhattan Beach, CA saying BELIEVE. Now if that’s not a message from the Universe I don’t know what is.

While listening to Earth, Wind & Fire’s song Fantasy on repeat I could see how my life lead me to my purpose. I sat in my mom’s home and saw us moving in 40 years prior. I saw my sisters and I listening to music in the dark rocking back and forth. I hit fast forward and saw what the world would be like just from an app on my phone. Don’t be afraid, it’s totally amazing. See, we can’t destroy the earth because no matter how much humans ruin the earth it has the ability to renew itself.

 With every episode I felt as if I were putting together the pieces of a most complex puzzle. With each episode I received clues that helped put the pieces together and guide me on my path. I know when to act and which way to go. I listen for instruction. There was a day where I stood in front of the ocean with heavy winds gusting against my face. At that moment I felt as if my life just began. As I listened for instruction, I heard the words, “You are ready…Now, get to work.”

So, yes, I’ve predicted the future. Shit, what I wrote in 2012 happened years later. You’ll see. Yes, I indeed have a sixth sense. See I believe a manic episode resulting in psychosis allows me to tap into a part of the brain that those of you, ordinary people cannot tap into.

As for predicting the future my namesake is the prophetess, Deborah, although my mother said I’m not named after her, I like to think that I am. Shit my daddy was a preacher, why not have a daughter who is a prophetess? Makes sense to me.    

 No, I’m not a fortune teller and I don’t read palms but as far as my future is concerned, I’ve seen it and it’s fucking fantastic!