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Wednesday, May 25th, 2011

“Either I came across a man who was clairvoyant and could see into the future, or I truly came across my Guardian Angel.”

Five years ago I was suffering from cancer. I was undergoing chemotherapy at the time this happened.

I was taking a walk with my husband when we stopped at our local bar for a quick drink. Inside, my husband left me to go to the bar and I sat alone at the table. A man approached me and asked if I would mind if he joined us, and I motioned for him to sit down.

After a few moments he began to stare at me which made me very nervous. Then he began to speak, and these were his exact words: “I know what you have, it’s breast cancer on the left side. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Yes, I replied, shocked at his comment. He continued, “Don’t worry you’ll be fine, really, you will recover.” At this point, my husband had come over to the table looking quite puzzled as to what was going on. I repeated what the stranger had said to me, and my husband said, “Oh yeah, how do you know since the doctors don’t know what’s going to happen yet?”

The man calmly looked into my eyes and replied, “I am your Guardian Angel, and I have come here today to tell you you’ll be fine. I know you don’t believe me, but mark my words, everything I say will come true.”

With that he got up and walked out of the bar. We never saw him again but here I am five years and feeling fit and well.

So, one of two things happened that night. Either I came across a man who was clairvoyant and could see into the future, or I truly came across my Guardian Angel. Whoever he was, he certainly knew what he was talking about, and I’ll never be able to explain how that man (or angel) knew I had breast cancer.

Audrey Calleja
Sunderland U.K.

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Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

“I heard my mother’s voice say, ‘Take what you want from the house, lock it up, and let it be. On June 8th, the problem will solve itself.'”

When my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, my husband and I wanted her to move in with us so I could look after her.

However, she refused to leave her own home, and it was too small for us to move in with her. So, we purchased a vacant lot next to her home and built a house on it.

This compromise worked out fine until she suddenly passed away the following summer.

One afternoon, about one month after the funeral, I was sitting alone on my deck looking over at my mom’s old home and wondering what to do with it. It was so close to my new home that renting or selling it would cause us to lose the privacy we enjoyed. Yet, I couldn’t just let it stay vacant and pay taxes and maintain it.

Suddenly, what appeared to be a bright spot of sunlight hovered in front of me and I heard my mother’s voice say, “Take what you want from the house, lock it up, and let it be. On June 8th, the problem will solve itself.”

I told my husband about the incident. Although he thought I was being rather foolish, he agreed to go along with my wishes to follow those instructions.

One night, a vicious storm broke out and the old house was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. It was insured for replacement value, which was three times what we could have sold it for.

The date the fire occurred was June 8th.

M. Sippu
Plymouth, PA

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Tuesday, January 11th, 2011

“I said, how do you know about Marie, and she started leafing through one of her magazines. Looking up, she said it’s all in here, it’s all in here. Then she abruptly turned and walked out.”

I have worked in retail for over nineteen years and believe me, in that time I have seen everything – from the nicest people in the world to the nastiest. I’ve seen a woman go into labor and rush off to the hospital, and I saw an elderly man collapse in front of me with a serious heart attack.

But perhaps the strangest incident was the woman who was shabbily dressed and walked through the door carrying a stack of magazines. She laid them down on the counter right in front of me and started leafing through the pages, periodically looking up at me and smiling.

Then, in the calmest, sweetest voice I ever heard, she said, I’m not crazy you know. I had expected to hear a voice that was a little off, a little brittle. I didn’t think she would sound like a normal, intelligent person.

Holding a few of the magazines in her hands, she told me she picks up “clues” from writers who write in “code” in magazines and newspapers. Now I knew she was a whacko and she noticed the look in my eyes and said, I know something about you that could be very helpful to you.

I said, uh huh, sure. And then she dropped the bombshell on me. She put her face very close to mine and said, “You should marry her, you know.” I said what are you talking about, and she said, “Marie.”

Well, I was stunned. Marie was my girlfriend whom I had just met a month ago, and she was threatening to walk out on me if I refused to marry her. This had come to a head the previous night, and how in the world did this strange vagabond know about it. After all, I had told no one at work about Marie because I try to separate business from pleasure.

I said, how do you know about Marie, and she started leafing through one of her magazines. Looking up, she said it’s all in here, it’s all in here. Then she abruptly turned and walked out.

I never saw her again, but I’ll never understand how she did it. My best guess is that although I have no doubt she’s mentally ill and my heart goes out to her, somehow she has developed psychic capabilities that allow her to pick up information from a person’s thoughts.

And then it came to me… when she entered the store and walked toward my counter, Marie was definitely on my mind at the time. I think she “heard” my thoughts and that’s why in this large store I worked in, she came directly up to me.

R. Landry
Houston, Texas

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Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

“His final prediction was his own death.”

My uncle Jerry was a world traveler.  A year before he died he told me of an incident in London that proved that truth is often stranger than fiction.

He was staying in a more or less rundown hotel when a man who looked like he hadn’t shaved or showered in days approached him, asking Jerry if he was an American.  My uncle was leery at first because there was something strange about the man, but as they began to talk, Jerry could see the man was highly educated.

The man, who didn’t reveal his name, said he had come to London because a “voice” had told him that he should immediately return to his birthplace.  That it was “his time.”

Upon hearing this, Jerry thought perhaps the man was schizophrenic.  Then the man pulled out a stack of one hundred dollar bills from his pocket and started peeling them off to him.

Jerry, who is as honest as they come, refused to accept the money and told the man he shouldn’t be giving his money away to strangers.  It was then that the man told Jerry the voice predicted he would be dead within the next twenty-four hours.  Jerry scoffed and said that although the man looked unkempt, he didn’t look sickly.

Later that night, Jerry heard a commotion in the hallway, and was taken aback to see the man being carried out of the hotel on a stretcher.  He was unconscious and looked white as a ghost.

When Jerry went to the hospital the next day, he was told the man had died the previous evening of apparently natural causes.  He also learned the man was an heir to a shoe fortune and was also known for his uncanny ability to predict the future.

In this instance his final prediction was his own death.

Monte Irvine
Scottsdale, AZ

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Thursday, March 26th, 2009

“Everyone in the place feared for his life”

I would like to tell you about a paranormal experience I had recently.

Normally, I wouldn’t tell this to anyone for fear they’d think I was a bit loony, but I’ve read several of your stories, and I’d like to hear what you think.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way to a local pub to share a beer or two with a couple of good buddies.  I received a call on my cell from my sister, Emily, who said she was thinking of me and was afraid something bad might occur.

I assured her that I was fine and explained that she always had an active imagination.  However, what she told me scared the daylights out of me.

Emily said that she had been “watching” me all day.  I asked her what she meant and she said she could see just about everything I had done for the past several hours.

When she heard me give out a little snicker, she went on to describe several things I had done.  Well, my snicker disappeared because there was no way she could have known.  I hadn’t been around anyone else, so no one could have alerted her.  And she described places and events in such detail, I was unnerved.  Absolutely, unconditionally, unnerved.

Then she said to come back home.  To not meet with my friends.  When I asked why, she just said, trust me.

Well, I did as she said because after her extraordinary tale, I wasn’t about to ignore her warning.  As I walked in the house, I received another call.  This was from Andy, one of my friends at the place I was supposed to go.

Andy said one of the patrons at the bar had pulled a gun and started waving it at everyone.  They called the police who quickly arrived on the scene and disarmed him.  But for a while everyone in the place feared for his life.

Who knows what might have happened had Emily not forewarned me.

F. Taslov
Jackson, MI

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

“I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.”

I have been into sports since I was a kid, and because I lacked the ability of a star player, I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.

When I entered high school, I realized I’d never make the varsity.  I decided to retire my cleats and go over to the management side.  To my pleasant surprise, I discovered I liked coaching, and better yet, I was good at it.

At first, I assisted the manager.  I was the water boy, then the first base coach, then I’d sit next to the manager in the dugout and learn from him.  But where I really stood out was my ability to project the future.  I had an uncanny ability to know the exact pitch a base runner would choose to steal, or when a pitcher was going to throw a fastball or curve, or what the opposing manager planned to do.

When I went to college I decided to apply my psychic abilities in other areas as my interest in sports began to fade somewhat.  I realized I was amazing at picking stocks, and even at the racetrack I always came out ahead.

I’m married now, and my wife is used to my “gift.”  She accuses me of reading her mind and taking advantage of her.  And I plead guilty to that.  But she’s a doll and she brags about me to her friends.  I’m a lucky guy.

M. Tillson
Vancouver, Canada