Read My Fiction Signs

I was walking my dog in my neighborhood when an SUV turned the corner. Something made me follow its direction. The car stopped in front of a house as I passed by, and my eyes landed on one word on the back of that car: Platinum. On my way home, I passed a neighbor's car I have seen a hundred times before. My eyes were pulled to the same word again. Platinum. I went home, sold most of my positions, bought platinum, and called my precious metals dealer to order physical platinum at a low price. Two days later, I was in massive profit. The word was never random. It was a signal I was finally ready to hear.

I was on the stationary bike at the gym, on the phone explaining crypto market flow to a good friend. To make it practical, I picked a random coin from the list — number 500, one I was familiar with, XYO. I chose it half as a joke: my last name is Yo and I have always been the X factor. I told him: look at this chart, it is end of week, people's emotions are going to push this thing 55 percent in no time. I was trying to convince him to just press buy. Then something came from nowhere. A knowing. Not a thought — a knowing. I got off that bike, took 25 percent of my yearly salary, and bought it. I had not even finished my workout when he called me back. It was up 55 percent. I sold. I did not plan it. I did not analyze it. I believed it before I could explain it. That is the difference.

Most dreams fade the moment you open your eyes. But some wake you up with a certainty you cannot explain. I once woke up at 5 AM from a dream where a cryptocurrency was surging. I did not overthink it. I got up, went to my computer, and put in everything I could. Then I went back to bed. I woke up at 8 AM, my position was up 80%. I sold. I took the profit. I went on with my day. That was not luck. That was a message I chose to act on.