That's cool Jase!

The only thing I've done was to visualise my unborn (at the time) nephew. The main reason was to determine if he was a boy or girl.

I saw a smallish boy around 8 or 9 seated a table. Fairish brown hair and very sensitive/empathic.

He's just been born. A Boy. (I was only one to pick it).

The reports are he is very quiet, quieter than his older Brother was, and thus a real pleasure to his parents.

I guess I'll have to wait a decade to find out the rest. LOL

But it was an example of doing just what you did.

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oh and there was the odd time I would use Precognition of a Poker Machine. The part where you 'double up' and you have to picke either red and black. When focussing with my mind I have about a 95% of getting it right.

I stopped doing that because it didn't feel right. In fact it made me feel like i was cheapening myself (if you know what I mean).

I've had it most of my life, or tapped into it early on. My precogs, though, are never visual, but verbal. I've asked for them, and always get answers. Recently, I asked a deceased friend what I should do with her artwork, and she told me, w/o hesitation, to publish it with my poetry. I think she was also giving me a kick, knowing I needed one just to get my own stuff out there. It was her voice, laughter, etc., and I knew w/o a doubt that Cristina had stepped in to take charge where she could...still.
A few weeks ago, I had another. I seem always to get ones when folks die, or are about to. A friend, who'd been battling breast cancer for over a year, was winding down to her final weeks, and we all knew this. Loretta was a terrific singer, and we often did karaoke. Her song, if you will, was an oldie, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." (-60s/70s, I think) On a given Sunday, I was writing a story about Loretta to give to her family for later, with the same title name. (My sister had been drumming up things to do for her and her family now...) So let's say the song was singing itself loudly in my brain. My dog and I took a break and walked to the water, and Sundays are typically when a group called After the Storm sings impromptu by the river. They're a neat combo of barbershop quartette and motown. As I approached town, the song in my head kept getting louder, and I was, at this point, annoyed. How much longer was I going to have to listen to this? (whatever the reasons...) Then I walk into the area where the group performs, and it is they performing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." Then I knew...Loretta had passed, and peace was finally hers. I had a most spiritual conversation with one of the singers, who is now composing a song with my lyrics - I'll be anxious to see what he comes up with. He was insistent upon letting your talents open for everyone to share, if you're to really celebrate what God gave you. Of course, he's right. When I mentioned Loretta to him, he spoke as a messenger, telling me her death is a rebirth and to feel sad is human and selfish, but to let go is to wish our loved ones well, and to show we loved them in the first place. When I arrived home and checked my email, I knew I'd find one from my sister telling me she was gone, and I found just that. All I could hear was the singer, Henry, telling me "her death IS...", as if he already knew...and obviously, he did.
I had 'em when my father was in the ER on his deathbed, to be assured he'd live through surgery, and would take a trip home before coming back to us. Later, I found out he did take a trip, and was told it wasn't the time, yet. I was able to provide him detail about his encounters that now makes him believe my visions. The same alert was given when a family friend, like a father to me, was about to die. Maybe it's because I've always seen death for the life that it is, so mourning isn't my first inclination, which makes me an ideal messenger.
Have these all of the time, as most here have as well. Too cool, and too spiritual, to find it coincidental. Coincidence, is thinking that's what it is. Finding what your coincidence is is how it happens. As a friend with precog explained, she hears and sees her visions when she sees bluebirds. So what do any of you experience, or see, that makes you sit up and especially listen? I don't have one...except energy you're mentioning, demanding an answer.