Many years ago, I ahd a similar experience. I had actually found a parking space on Olympic Blvd in LA, {a miracle in itself}... but when I began to pull out, having dutifully looked in every direction, a voice blared in my ears, "STOP!" Without thinking, I slammed on the brakes. An old brown pickup truck careened across lanes, glancing off my driver's side fender. I then continued on, weaving all over the place. Had I continued to pull out I would have been totaled, as would have my car.

We are all guided. As a psychic empath, I agree that psychic guidance is different than when something like this occurs. Aren't we fortunate, though?