“Her predictions were right on the nose.”

Margaret Mitchell (1900-1949) was born in Atlanta, Georgia which is the setting for her bestseller Gone With the Wind, a story of the Civil War.  The film starred Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in 1939.

When Mitchell was writing the saga, she said the story was revealed to her in bits and pieces, often as if it were an out-of-body experience.  “Things would pop into mind that I had never considered, and it was as if I had a professional writer at my beck and call inside my head.”

Mitchell also recalled an incident in which an acquaintance who was known for her insight and intuition had foretold of the book’s success years before it was written.  According to Mitchell, this woman could pick your brain and tell you things you didn’t want to know about yourself.”

Mitchell described the woman as extremely bright and someone who could talk to the spirits.  “She told me things about myself I had told no one.  And I had never met anyone like her before or since.”

When the book became an instant success, Mitchell recounted that by this time her friend has passed away.  “But I’ll never forget her words of encouragement during the long, long months it took me to write it.  She would tell me things that would transpire once I achieved fame and glory, and her predictions were inevitably right on the nose.

“He had recurring dreams of Lincoln sitting in that booth”

John Wilkes Booth (1839-1865), the US actor who assassinated President Abraham Lincoln, recounted to his brother Edwin how he had several dreams in which he shot the President.

And the dreams were identical to the way it eventually happened.

John and Edwin came from a distinguished theatrical family, and Edwin was one of America’s most acclaimed Shakespearean actors.  But after the public disgrace of his brother’s actions, Edwin’s career bottomed out due to the connection.

Edwin often felt guilt-ridden because he believed his brother’s dreams were nothing more than a figment of his imagination.  And had Edwin known his brother would follow the dreams step-by-step, he might have prevented the assassination.  Edwin said that John might have taken a different course of action, and protested his anger in a non-violent way, had Edwin taken the dreams seriously.

“Apparently, the dreams were a premonition that my brother felt obligated to follow,” wrote Edwin.  “I shall forever regret not taking decisive action that could have prevented Lincoln’s assassination.”

It has also been reported that Lincoln himself had recounted to his wife on a number of occasions that he had a premonition of being shot in the head and killed.

“He could have taken my life, but for whatever reason he close not to.”

Marquis de Lafayette, the French soldier who fought the British in the American Revolution was a believer in psychic phenomenon.

In his memoirs he recounted several episodes of paranormal activities, a number of which he believed were lifesaving.

Lafayette recalled one instance in which he sensed imminent danger.  “I was atop my horse when I felt I was going to be struck by an enemy bullet.  I turned and stared into the barrel of a gun held by a young British soldier.

“We made eye contact, and both he and I knew if he fired the gun, I’d be dead.  But somehow in that moment, we made a connection.  I don’t understand how or why, but the young man lowered his rifle and we stared at each other for a moment.  I tipped my hat to him and nodded.  He did the same and we went on our way.

“I don’t know what happened to him, or whether or not he survived the war, but he could have taken my life that day. For whatever reason, he chose not to.  I owe him my life.”

On another occasion, prior to a battle that Lafayette felt could go either way, he consulted with an astrologer who advised him to take a different course of action due to the stars being aligned in a certain way.

Lafayette recounted how he failed to listen to the advice, and in the ensuing battle his forces suffered a severe setback, precisely the way the astrologer had predicted.

“It was as if time was standing still.”

It was the ninth of August, and my brother and I were on the way back to our cabin in the northern part of Wisconsin.

We had spent the day fishing and hiking, and it was a pleasant way to end our week’s vacation and head back to our families in Milwaukee.

When we walked into the cabin, we were greeted by two smiling men, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, and we instantly knew we were in trouble.

One of the men was brandishing a knife, and the other was sitting at the kitchen table with his muddy boots resting on top of it.  We asked what they were doing here and they just laughed.

We started to leave, but the guy at the table pulled out a gun and asked us to stay.  It was surreal because we had seen this type of scenario on TV a thousand times, and here it was happening to us.

My brother said they could have our money and watches but to just go and we wouldn’t tell anyone.  They just snickered.  I felt they were on something, perhaps drugs, maybe alcohol.  But these were bad guys and our lives were in danger.  Big danger.

All of a sudden I heard myself asking my brother what time the other guys were coming back.  Fortunately, he was sharp enough to play along and he looked at the two guys and asked them if they knew what they were getting in to.

For a moment, I didn’t know whether or not they believed us or were going to get angry and do something unthinkable.  It was as if time was standing still – but our bluff worked.  They were out of there within seconds, taking only our money, not our watches or wallets.

My brother told me afterwards that he had a bad feeling while we were walking back to the cabin.  He said he could hear voices in his head talking, and that when we opened the door to the cabin and the men started speaking, he said these were the identical voices he had heard.

Although we did report the incident to the police, the men were never apprehended.

V. Pierose
Milwaukee, WI

“It did help me at the poker table.  I’ve made a lot of money.”

My profession is business.  I am the owner of a medium-sized company, and I often apply my psychic skills to help give us an edge on the competition.

I first started to notice my “gifts” when I was a youngster.

Mostly, it occurred on the ball field where I often found myself anticipating what was about to occur.  If it was a baseball game and I was at the plate, sometimes I could just “feel” where the exact location of the pitch would be.  If it were in football, I’d know where the quarterback was going to throw the ball.

It didn’t happen every time, otherwise I’d be making millions, but it occurred often enough to alert me that I had something extra going for me.

And it did help me at the poker table.  I’ve been playing for years, have made a lot of money – a lot of money – and I must admit I’ve been tempted to play professionally.  Because my business was handed down to me by my father, and to him by his father, I feel it’s my obligation to keep the tradition going.  One day my son, if he’s interested, will follow suit.

My psychic skills help me anticipate what my competition is going to do and when.  I can usually read the mind of the person sitting on the other side of my desk and help negotiate the best product at the best price.  Some people may call this intuition, but what I have is far beyond what the normal person feels.

And in my personal life, I can anticipate what my lovely wife is thinking, trying to keep one step ahead of her.  And I believe my oldest child, Emily, who is now in her last year of medical school, is benefiting from the same psychic powers.  We have had many long talks about it, and she says she knows she has these powers and has used them in a positive way.  Needless to say, I am very proud of her.

Life is sometimes difficult, but with this added edge, it’s a definite help.

K. Dreyfuss
Kansas City, KS

“He replied that he could feel her gasping for breath.”

In everyone’s life comes good and bad.  I want to relay an incident in which both things happened simultaneously.

It was the end of November, and the weather was starting to turn.  My kids and I were nestled in front of the fireplace and it was one of those warm, comfortable moments.

My husband Harv was working late at the office and he had called earlier to tell me he was bringing home a surprise for the children.  We were all excited because the kids were doing well in school and this was their reward.  Harv was great with the kids, building up their self-esteem while keeping them grounded.  I loved him so.

Well, a little while later, Harv walked in the door.  And although the kids rushed up to him and literally grabbed the two packages he held out for them, I knew something was amiss.

After the kids tore off the wrappings and hugged their dad for the nice video games, he took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  When he sat on the edge of the bed and held his head in his hands, I knew something was terribly wrong.

He said he was afraid to call his mother, that he knew something bad was going to come of it.  I sat beside him and asked him why, and he replied that he could feel her gasping for breath.

I immediately picked up the phone and called her.  She answered and I felt so relieved.  And when I asked her if she felt OK, she said she was fine but that in the afternoon she had driven a close friend to the hospital.

I asked what was wrong with her and was told the poor woman was hyperventilating and couldn’t catch her breath.

Fortunately, the woman recovered and nothing serious happened.  But my husband’s premonition was pretty close to being on target.  Fortunately, nothing bad came of it.

R. Thornsley
Des Moines, Iowa