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Thursday, October 16th, 2008

“It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A little over a month ago, I was walking down the street here in Toronto and heard a loud crash.

Right in front of my eyes, a SUV had suddenly cut over two lanes and crashed into the rear end of a smaller car.  To my amazement, the driver of the SUV backed up, pulled around the damaged car and sped off.

I wasn’t close enough to catch the number of the license plate and felt helpless that the driver was getting away.  After checking to see if the driver of the other car was OK, I told him that I could still see the moment of impact very clearly in my mind.

Then I realized it was as if it were a still photograph.  And what’s more, it was so clear that “now” I could make out the license plate number.  The amazing thing is when the SUV drove off I couldn’t see the number, but now I could actually see it in my mind.

I wrote down the number and gave it to him.  He called me a few days later and said that the police found the driver and verified from the dents in his vehicle that it was the person who ran into him.

It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.

When I was in school, I used to envy those rare people who had a photographic memory, but unfortunately I wasn’t one of them.  Now I can understand what an amazing gift it can be.  What I don’t understand is why it happened to me that one time.

I only know I’m thankful it did happen.

T. Frabinna
Toronto, Canada

Thursday, October 09th, 2008

“She was in love and I didn’t want to spoil it.”

I was visiting my friend, Janice, in Chicago last week and had a very unusual experience.

She and I were roommates when we attended Northwestern University several years ago and we’ve remained in touch ever since.

Janice was living with Mark her boyfriend, and he and I seemed to bump heads the moment we met.  There was something amiss with him but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  Although he smiled and seemed pleasant enough when we first met, I was suspicious of him but didn’t know why.

And I didn’t want to mention it to Janice.  She was in love and I didn’t want to spoil it.

Then I learned he kept borrowing money from her, promising that he was using it to start a new business.  Somehow it didn’t add up because when I would ask him about it he would be purposely evasive.  I was positive he was taking her for a ride but couldn’t prove it; worse of all, I had to bite my tongue for fear of antagonizing Janice who thought the world of him.

The last day of my visit I awoke with a vision of Mark spending the day at the racetrack.  I don’t know why I had it, but somehow it made sense to me.  Mark was using the money he was taking from my friend, and blowing it at the track.

I had a late flight out that day, so I decided to take a chance and drive out to the racetrack that afternoon.  And sure enough, there he was.  I took several pictures of him with my cell phone camera, and when I showed them to Janice she nearly passed out.

Fortunately, their relationship has ended, mostly due to my hunch that day.  From time to time I do have visions that I can’t explain.  And usually they are helpful to me.  In this case, I helped a good friend of mine and she says she’ll never forget it.

J. Saransky
Peoria, IL

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Thursday, October 02nd, 2008

“I think he unnerves most people as he appears to see right through them.”

My cousin Matt (not his real name because I don’t want to embarrass him) is the most amazing psychic I’ve ever known or even read about.

When we were young, he would play tricks on us because he’d always be one step ahead.  We assumed he was simply smarter than us, but as we got older we realized he had special gifts that made him very, very special – not necessarily smarter, but special.

For instance, when we were ten or eleven, he would do things like predicting where our family would take a vacation even before my folks were even thinking about it.  He once told us a friend of ours, Joel, was going to be in a accident, and sure enough, Joel fell off his bicycle the next week and fractured his arm.

As an adult, Matt has floundered a bit.  He has moved from job to job, maybe because he has a hyper personality.  But he always seems to have enough money because he plays poker at least twice a week.  He says – and I have no doubt it’s true – that he “knows” who has a good hand just by looking in a person’s eyes.  His psychic abilities have grown, he says, and his predictions come true more often than not.

Unfortunately, Matt is still single and doesn’t seem to hit it off with the women.  I think he unnerves most people, as he appears to see right through them, knowing their innermost thoughts.

I love him and still think he’s special.

M. Castinoff
Dearborn, MI

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

“I felt confident in my ability to predict the future.”

What I am about to tell you is a true story.  Had I not experienced it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it.

I’m originally from South Bend, Indiana, home of the Fighting Irish.  For me it was a strange environment to grow up in because I was never really into football.  In fact, to this day I have never stepped inside the Notre Dame stadium.

As a kid I was pretty skinny and not particularly coordinated.  This didn’t go well with my father who was supposedly a pretty good shortstop.  He even had a tryout with the Philadelphia Phillies.

And he would have made the Big Leagues had he not thrown out his arm. I know, because he’s told the story a thousand times.

My brother played ball and was a whiz, and I suppose my father favored him quite a bit.  Unfortunately, he looked at me with pity…that is, until I started making a lot of money.  Then everything changed.

I was still in college when I started dabbling in stocks.  At first I was doing it with what little spare money I had.  But despite the small amount of money I had to invest, I seemed to be doubling and tripling my equity every six months.

I felt confident in my ability to predict the future and did this not only with the stock market but with my social life as well.  I could look in a girl’s eyes and know exactly what she thought of me, how much she liked me, what she’d like to do with me, etc.

My financial escapades didn’t go unnoticed by my father back home, and one day he suggested I could invest his and my mother’s savings.  I told him I would as long as he didn’t mind that I would always keep at least half their money in conservative cash accounts.

You see, I couldn’t bear to lose my folks hard earned savings.  That would hurt me more than them.  So I started investing their money slowly, carefully, with all kind of safeguards built in just in case we had a sudden recession.

Over the years I have made quite a lot of money for both my family and myself and I owe it mostly to my flair for “seeing” the future.

C. Spizio
Indianapolis, IN

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Thursday, August 21st, 2008

“I am a gifted psychic and I can read minds with ease.”

My profession is representing sportswear companies and my territory spans up and down the West Coast.

I have been blessed with what I call a special talent.  In effect, I am a gifted psychic and I can read minds with ease.  This is why I feel I’ve been so successful on the sales end.  Put simply, I can see the wheels spinning in my customer’s mind and because of that I am prepared in advance for anything they decide to throw at me.

For instance, when I’m on the phone, I can tell beforehand if a person is really interested or is shining me on.  I can also tell how hard a bargain someone is willing to drive; that is, I know when someone will walk away from a deal or is merely trying to get a better price out of me.

All this helps me in my negotiations, and it also enables me to have better relationships with my clients.  They see me as someone who sympathizes with them because I am able to read their minds, know what they want, and smooth the way.

I also am somewhat of a gambler, and visit from time to time in Las Vegas or Reno.  I love poker, and you can imagine how I have a certain amount of one-ups-man-ship in that I have above average instincts as to whether a person is bluffing or not.  And that is a huge advantage for me.

I haven’t made a fortune in gambling, but I am way ahead of the game.  I feel I have been blessed with psychic talents and I don’t feel it’s right to translate these powers to a card table.  So I do partake in poker, but to a reasonable extent.

J. Hillinger
Newport Beach, CA

Thursday, July 03rd, 2008

“She had one heck of a gift”

This is an old story, something that happened to me way back in college.  At the time I thought it was extremely strange, and now that I think back on it, it’s so unbelievable, it’s almost as if hadn’t ever occurred.

I was living in the dorm at the time and my roommate, Ken, was always on the phone with his girlfriend, Cara.  Needless to say, it was extremely annoying as he was always chatting away as I was studying.  It was a small room, and he would just shrug when I’d motion for him to keep it down.

His girlfriend was nice but a bit flaky.  She and I kind of got along, but it wasn’t the warmest of friendships.  However, she had the most amazing psychic abilities of anyone I’ve ever come across, before or since.

When I would ask Ken to keep it down, sometimes he’d hand me the phone and say Cara wants to talk to you.  As soon as I’d get on, she’d say something outrageous like I know what you’re thinking, or I know what happened to you today.

And more often than not, she’d hit it right on the nose.  Things that had happened to me that I hadn’t told Ken about.  It was weird, but she did it to me so many times that I started to take it for granted.

For example, one day she told me that I was about to get a call from home about my brother or sister, something about good news happening to one of them.  About an hour later, mom called to tell me that my brother Jeff had been accepted to Princeton.

Another time, Cara told me the next day would be a really bad day.  Sure enough, someone hit my car while it was parked by the student lounge.  Another time she asked me about my stomach.  Now there was no way Ken could know because it had just started bothering me, but she picked up on it.

I lost touch with Ken after college and never did find out if he and Cara stayed together.  But she had one heck of a gift.

J. Karros
Skokie, IL