“Was this a forecast of disaster for our new place”?

It was moving day, and Jeff, my husband, was acting odd.

He’s a calm, self-contained person and as solid as a rock.  But something was wrong, I could tell by his look.  When I asked him about it, he said everything’s OK, not to worry.

This is what was going through my mind as we were awaiting the moving van to arrive.  We had been shopping for a home for over a year.  Finally, we located a house in the suburbs where we felt the kids could go to a good school and we could live there for years to come.

While I was standing outside the front door, watching hopefully for the moving van, Jeff came up to me and said he was feeling weird.  He took my hand and said he was having visions and thoughts racing through his mind, but, unfortunately, they weren’t clear, and he was a bit confused.

He said something odd was going on, but he didn’t know what.  I had never seen him this way, and I was concerned.  Also, the van was late, and that troubled me as well.

Jeff said that premonitions of disaster were taking over his mind and that he knew something had happened.  He just knew it.

Now the van was half an hour late.  Then an hour, then two hours.  We called the company but no one answered.  The phone kept ringing but no one picked up.

We were beside ourselves with anxiety because we had sold our current house and the new owners were prepared to move in the next day.  What were we going to do if these guys didn’t show?  And was this a forecast of disaster for our new place?

Then the phone rang.  There had been a horrible accident on the freeway.  Our moving van wasn’t involved, but they were sitting there unable to move.  They said things were starting to clear up and they would be here in thirty minutes.

All of a sudden, Jeff ran out to the front lawn where I was standing. He had the TV on and he was watching the helicopter hovering over the accident.  He said the disaster he was watching on TV was the same vision that had been in his mind since the moment the van was late.

He said, “I saw it happen.  I saw one car ram into the center divider and bounce off and slam into another car.  I saw the entire thing in my mind.”

Well, the moving van finally arrived, and we have been living in the new house for several weeks.  And my normally calm, skeptical husband is still telling everyone about his premonition of disaster.

B. Helenski
San Diego, CA

“I had a vision of him being in a very tight place, unable to escape.”

Some people say you get what you deserve.  I don’t necessarily agree with that.  Here’s my story.

I live on the outskirts of Boise, Idaho.  I have two small children and am the sole supporter of my family.  My marriage ended seventeen months ago, and I’m sorry to say Kent, my ex, is in prison.

He’s a bad person, an evil person, and thank God, I don’t think we’ll ever see him again.  I hope not, anyway.

Kent had been in and out of trouble since he was a teen, and my folks had warned me that he would never change.  I thought I could change him, particularly when we had the children.  How wrong I was.

The kids and I were at home one evening waiting for Kent.  Dinner was on the table and I was worried about him.  He had been out of work for over six months and had shown no inclination to get a job.

He was hanging around with riff-raff, all bad guys, and I knew they were up to no good.  The kids were getting hungry and I couldn’t wait any longer.  I put the food on the table and we ate.  But something in my heart told me life would never be the same.

I called my sister, Jan, and told her that I was certain that something bad had happened to Kent and I didn’t know what to do.  I told her I had a vision of him being in a very tight place, unable to escape.  She suggested I call the local hospital, but frankly I was too scared to find out.  I was frozen with fear.

Then the phone rang.  It was from Kent, and at first I cried with relief to hear his voice.  Then I realized why he was calling and where he was.

Kent was calling from jail.  He and two other men had robbed a convenience store, but as they were doing so, a police car had driven up and the cops were heading for the entrance.

Kent said he and the other two men ran into a back room thinking they could escape out the back door.  But there was no rear entrance, and the clerk had slammed the door shut behind them.  They were trapped in a small room just as I had visualized.

Just let me forewarn everyone out there:  people don’t change.  We are who we are.  We can make adjustments, certainly, but our character is stamped on us at birth.  I learned that the hard way.

B. V.
Boise, ID

“…Because I was his sweetheart, he had more visions about me than anyone else.”

My husband and I eloped when I was seventeen.

Mark and I were in love, and when my father refused to give his permission to marry, we decided we couldn’t wait any longer.  Mark picked me up late in the evening after everyone was asleep, and we drove off.  We thought we were the coolest people ever.

That night we slept in a cheap hotel, but we didn’t mind.  We were together, and we were in love.

The next couple of years were tough.  Mark was a high school dropout and a hard time getting full time work.  He’d hire on for part time, but that never paid too much.  And I was doing mostly receptionist work.

My folks refused to talk to me, and I felt hurt, lonely, and was pretty much down on myself.

Then one evening my little brother called to tell me that my dad had a heart attack.  I immediately got in the car and drove straight through the night.  By morning I had driven three hundred miles, and I was exhausted.  I had been up for over twenty-four hours.  But I had to see my dad.  What if he died still angry with me?

When I walked into his hospital room, because of all the tubes, he couldn’t talk.  But he motioned for me to hand him a pencil and pad.  Here’s what he wrote:

“I love you and miss you.  And I always know where you are because I can see you in my mind.”  I really didn’t completely understand what he was saying, but the important thing is he got better over the next several days.

When he was able to talk and we had some privacy, he elaborated on his “visions.”

He said that he could see our apartment, and he pretty much described it in an accurate manner.  He also described the desk where I sat at work, and the coffee shop where I always had lunch.

To me it seemed impossible because we had not been in touch and there was no one else who had visited us from back home.  But my dad said he’s had visions throughout his lifetime, and because I was his sweetheart, he had more visions about me than anyone else.

He died the next year and I will miss him so deeply for the rest of my life.

G. Sanders
Atlanta, GA

She replied,  “I don’t know how I know, but I know.”

I don’t know if any of you out there believe in ESP, but I do.

Let me relay something that happened to me a few weeks ago, and see if you are a believer as well.

I was strolling through the mall with my twelve-year-old niece who I had promised to take shopping that day.  Her birthday was approaching and she was very excited because she knew she could pick out her present.

We went into a few stores and I was starting to grow impatient because she didn’t like anything.  She can be a little picky and I didn’t want to spend hours searching for a gift.  So, I gently urged her to make a selection, but being a bit stubborn she wasn’t inclined to “just buy anything.”

Then it happened!

A man ran out of one of the stores and down the escalator just as we were going up.  He seemed panicked and then we saw why.  He was being pursued by two men from the store who were hollering that the man was a thief.

Once the man got to the bottom of the escalator he quickly ran into the garage.  It’s a huge indoor garage with many levels.  And the two men followed him in there.

After a moment, we decided to continue shopping, and we were hoping no one would get hurt.  About half an hour later, we happened to pass the two men who were coming out of the garage and it was evident they hadn’t captured the man.

As they walked by, my niece said she knew where the man was hiding.  One of the men heard her and said, what?  She said did you look on the roof?  When they pointed out that the man had run downstairs after they saw him in the garage, my niece said, “I’m sorry, but he’s up there.”

When they inquired how she knew, she replied,  “I don’t know how I know but I know.”  The two men looked at one another, said what the heck, and went back in the garage.  This time with a couple security guards.

Within ten minutes I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was one of the men and he told us they captured the guy, and he was, indeed, up on the roof.

Well, my niece got a one hundred dollar gift certificate to use in any store of her choosing.  When I asked her how she knew, she said sometimes she gets a vision in her head; and this time she saw that man hiding behind one of the parked cars, and she could see the roof line behind him.

M. Synkowski
Toronto, Canada