A chain of events (SWC)

Hello everyone,

My name is Javier and I am writing this piece to be part of the supernatural writing contest.
I have to write one supernatural story that has happened to me and impacted my life but rather than writing one story I would like to compound a few different stories that have occurred to me and as a whole have impacted my life and the life of people that surround me. It may not seem like the stories are connected in any way but they are just a tiny part of everything that has happened in my life and although they don't seem to have any correlation, they all form the chain that holds my way of thinking and personality today.

I'd like to start off by saying that I have always felt like there is much more to me, to who i am and what I am; much more than just one more set of lungs consuming oxygen. I have always felt like I was in the wrong place, not like I didn't belong but more so like I was supposed to be somewhere else.

My whole life I have experienced things that dont always have a logical explanation and many straight up from sci-fi and scary movies. The very first thing I remember striking me as a "WTF" was street lights shutting off as I walked under them. At first I paid no attention to it but when someone mentioned that every time were with me one or two lights will flicker or just completely shut off as we walked under them. I started to pay attention to it and realized that in fact two or three street lights will malfunction in my proximity.

The second thing that makes the list is the time my younger sister told my grandfather she had just spoken to my great grandma. My sister was 2 years old at the time and she was born 4 months after my great grandma passed away. She never met her yet she described her exactly how she looked when we buried her. We had no pictures of her on the walls and never really talked about her to the point where it would have become of relevance to my 2 year-old sister. She told us that she'd talked to her great grandma and she had introduced herself and told her that she would be back later to visit her.

The third story takes place in my teen years. One day I was home alone and I was taking a shower when I felt a breeze of chilly air blow by my right calf, I didn't mind it right then but moments later it hit me, there are no windows in the bathroom I thought to myself and nobody is home to open any doors and push the air inside the house. I felt something run down my calf as I was getting out of the shower and when I looked down, there it was, a trail of blood going all the way down to my ankle. What baffled me was the fact that there was nothing sharp anywhere near me and the fact that i didn't feel pain at all, just a cool breeze run by my leg.

The next part takes place on inter state 94, Wisconsin. My wife and I were heading back home from visiting family in Milwaukee. We'd been driving for over 25 minutes going west and all of a sudden there were no cars driving in any direction, just for a minute we were the only car on the road and the sky was clear. It was 10 maybe 10:30 at night and out of nowhere a blue streak of light flew in the same direction we were going but over 1200 feet to our left and guesstimating at about 3000 feet of altitude. As it caught up to us it turned more into a sort of sphere and suddenly it seamed like it impacted on something and a big blue flash surrounded the sphere, then, in the blink of an eye it was all over. The sky was dark again and we started to see cars driving in both directions again.

The last thing I want to include is; the time when the Minneapolis bridge collapsed.
So during that time I was headed over to Orr MN to spend the rest of the year up north to learn the craft of rustic wood working. I was going to be working with a friend of ours and staying at a mobile home in the woods. We left Madison, WI early in the morning and drove straight up to Minnesota. If you remember back in 2007 GPS devices were not super accurate and very expensive and cell phones did not support navigation back then. We were riding old-school using maps. The road was great, light traffic and awesome weather. The company wasn't the best as we were driving a couple of seasonal workers to a log farm in St. Cloud, but that is the very reason I am here typing this story right now. We could have taken a straight shot to Orr and maybe just stop to eat and bathroom breaks but my dad had worked with a guy that moved seasonal workers all over the country, from orange harvest time in Florida to detasseling corn in Wisconsin and this guy asked him to drive a couple guys up to St. Cloud to a guy that cuts timber and splits log into firewood. He was going to throw some good cash our way so we took him up on it.
We were about 45 minutes away from driving into Minneapolis when we stopped to grab something to eat, we had a quick bite and got back on the road in over 25 minutes. My dad took the map from me and looked for an alternate route to avoid traffic since it was getting to be rush hour and we were driving through the twin cities, he though he found a way to surround traffic jams and we got on route. After about 20 minutes of driving we started to wonder why we were nowhere near Minneapolis, we pulled over and looked at the map, turns out we made a wrong turn and got lost. We had to turn back and find the way we were supposed to go when suddenly the phone rang, it was the guy from St. Cloud, he called asking if we were ok. Him and my dad had talked just before we stopped for lunch so he estimated that we would have been in Minneapolis at the time he called dad again. -Are you guys ok?- he said on speaker phone, -Yeah, we got lost and are getting back on route-, said my dad -So you are not in Minneapolis then?-, said the guy, -No we are not, why, what's going on?-, said my dad. Then the guy proceeded to get us up to speed on the whole bridge collapsing and after he did the math he was sure we were supposed to be by if not on the bridge when it went down. Then, baffled by what he'd told us, we started to do the math ourselves and sure enough we should have been on that bridge when it went down. The whole way to St. Cloud we went over and over the time and distance and factoring traffic conditions, we should have been on that bridge, beginning or end but we should have been on the bridge.

I don't know why but we cheated death and that experience had a big impact in my life. That was the very thing that like the missing link connected every single inexplicable thing that had ever happened to me and help me see that there is much more than meets the eye and that things don't happen for a reason, on the contrary there is a motive and future actions that will unleash from the stuff that happened in the past. It was an awakening for me, and it helped me cope with the fact that we are more than just a set of lungs consuming oxygen, that we have a purpose and that it does not matter how long it takes for you to find your calling, you have to try and we have to understand that we are part of something much bigger than ourselves but that cannot develop without the integration of everyone destined to be part of it. We have to be in harmony with our surroundings, I learned about the 432 and 528 Hz frequency and researched many conspiracy theories and opened my eyes to see that we don't live in a harmonious bubble and that there is an elite that likes to toy with us to their own benefit.

Now I do everything in my power to stay informed and to inform others, to help them see the world for how it truly is and that we have to work very hard to change it for the better.