Tuesday, March 01st, 2011

“I recalled a past life of his in which he was brutally murdered in his sleep. This trauma, still locked in his subconscious, was causing him great terror of sleeping deeply.”

I am part Mayan Indian and have been psychic since birth, so my entire life has been filled with very unusual experiences.

One day, my friend Don was visiting at my home and stayed overnight. I awoke very early the next morning even though we had chatted until 2 a.m. the previous evening, and on my way to the shower, I passed by the bedroom in which he slept.

Since he had left his door open, I couldn’t help but notice that he was trembling so violently in his sleep that the entire bed was shaking.

At breakfast, I asked Don why he shook so in his sleep. He said, “I don’t know, but it has been a most difficult problem because I have never had one single good night’s rest in my lifetime.”

After his departure, I recalled a past life of his in which he was brutally murdered in his sleep. This trauma, still locked in his subconscious, was causing him great terror of sleeping deeply.

I felt that I should share this insight with him. He responded, “Justyn, you are a deranged woman!” and angrily departed. I believed I would never see him again.

Surprise! About eight weeks later, he returned to thank me, saying, “I have slept peacefully ever since you revealed my past life experience to me.”

J. Vallori
Nevada City, CA

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Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

“I looked up and saw a long, big silver box with red on top of it floating across the room. Dark figures walked beside it.”

My psychic experience is one I will never forget because I recorded the time – 4:17a.m. The event involved the son of one of my dearest friends, a young man who was as close to me as my own son.

On December 23rd, around 4a.m., I opened the door for my daughter who was coming home from work. I was still up because I never go to sleep until very late. I went back to the bedroom, turned out the light and settled down.

All of a sudden, I heard a horrible crashing sound coming from the right-hand corner of the ceiling. I looked up and saw a long, big silver box with red on top of it floating across the room. Dark figures walked beside it.

Around 8:30 that morning, my daughter came into my bedroom crying, “Mother, Kevin was killed this morning around 5:30 a.m. in a car wreck.”

We were all torn apart. I didn’t think of my vision again until I went to the funeral home. His mother and I were standing in front of the casket talking and crying when I said, “That’s what I heard and saw.”

I realized the silver was the casket, the dark figures were the pallbearers, and the red was the U.S. flag draped across the coffin. The noise I had heard was the crashing car.

I had seen the incident one hour and thirteen minutes before it happened!

J. Ely
Wise, VA

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Tuesday, February 01st, 2011

“It occurred to me that because of our unique chemistry, I was picking thoughts out of her brain.”

When I retired as a schoolteacher and moved to Florida, I decided I didn’t want to sit at home all day and watch TV, so I hired myself out as a part time nanny and babysitter.

Work went fine for the next month or two, then I had the strangest experience of my life.

As I walked up the steps of a house to introduce myself to a new family, I could feel my sensations becoming more acute. Anna, the woman of the house had hired me over the phone; she said my references were impeccable and she couldn’t wait to meet me. As I approached the front door, I had the strangest feeling I knew this house. Yet, I was new to the area, and I was a bit confused.

When the door opened, there was Anna with a big grin on her face. I liked her instantly as I knew I would. I glanced over her shoulder into the room and felt very much at home. As she gave me a tour of the house, I started telling her in advance what each room looked like. At first Anna was stunned – as was I – and I explained to her the strange sensations I had as I first approached the house.

We were both amazed when I described not only the layout of the master bedroom, but the individual pieces of furniture as well as the various things she had strewn around the room. Then I realized what was happening.

Occasionally, I find myself really connecting with a person. When this happens, it appears that we are of the same mind. And I certainly connected with Anna the previous night on the phone. I liked her melodic voice, her easy laugh which was kind of a giggle, and I could tell she was a genuinely nice person.

It occurred to me that because of our unique chemistry, I was picking thoughts out of her brain. This had happened to me previously, but only with people I really liked. So, when Anna and I were walking around the house, as we approached a room that she obviously knew so well, I was simply picking up bit of information from her mind.

H. Amberheart
Tampa, FL

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Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

“Here was a complete stranger talking about us as if she had known us all our lives. And she was mentioning intimate details that we had never talked about other than within our own group.”

I play in a blues band, but I don’t do it for a living. I’m a computer programmer by day, and by night I live out my fantasies with three friends I’ve known since grammar school.

We write songs during our spare time and perform at small venues in the hope some record executive will hear us. After all, what’s life without having something to dream about and hope for?

Several months ago, we stopped by a place where we sometimes perform. We just went over there for some drinks and to listen to the newcomers who play there on open mic night.

As usual, the “talent” was mediocre, but then an older woman (when I say “older,” I mean she was maybe fifty years old) walked up to the stage with her guitar and started playing. She had a quality about her that was mesmerizing, particularly because she talked rather than sing.

At first she spoke about herself, her ex, her kids. Then she looked across the room at our table and starting talking about us. At first we laughed at everything she said because we assumed she was just winging it, making things up. She spoke about who we were, our aspirations, the kind of music we played, what did for a living. But then she was getting very specific – and very accurate. She was right on.

Here was a complete stranger talking about us as if she had known us all our lives. And she was mentioning intimate details that we had never talked about other than within our own group. Things like what we thought about the manager of our band, how we almost let our drummer go even though he was a good buddy (You should have seen the look he gave us when she mentioned that.)

And when she said Barry, our lead guitarist, was leaving his job to start a business, his mouth dropped open. He had never mentioned it to us.

Afterwards, she came over and sat with us. We questioned her knowledge of us and still thought it was some kind of trick. Then she dropped this bombshell: She looked at Gary and told him she was sorry his parents would be getting divorced. Gary stiffened and said his parents had been happily married for almost thirty years. She looked at him and nodded, then excused herself and walked away.

We all looked at Gary who seemed distraught. Then he called after her and said you may be right, they just started talking a few weeks ago about living separately. He asked how she could have possibly have known. She smiled and touched her heart. “It’s all in here,” she said. She wished us good luck and walked out of the building and that’s the last we ever saw of her.

H. Gubinoff
Toronto, Canada

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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, December 28th, 2010

“He was sound asleep when in his dream he heard the voice of a spirit who told him to wake up and get out of the house at once.”

I stop at my favorite coffee shop each morning and even though I don’t drink the stuff, I nurse my bottle of water, read the paper, and occasionally strike up a conversation with a nearby patron.

On this day I was talking to a nice Asian lady. She was young and pretty, about twenty-five or so, and dressed beautifully. She told me a fascinating story about her family.

Her father is Cambodian and knew dozens of people who had lost their lives during the terrible purge there. He apparently barely escaped with his life on several occasions and attributed it to a spirit that took him under its wing.

He had been targeted by the Kamir Rouge who were determined to exterminate the educated and professionals, along with anyone who had worked for the previous government. He was sound asleep when in his dream he heard the voice of a spirit who told him to wake up and get out of the house at once.

He did so and as he turned the corner, he looked back and saw several men with weapons storm into his home. Fortunately, two weeks earlier he had already sent his wife and two children to a safer haven.

Hiding in the fields for days, then weeks, he had several more visions that kept him just out of the reach of the invading forces. It seemed that every time he was in trouble, his “spirit guide” would lead him to safety.

He reported that prior to that first incident he had never had a vision like this before. And upon leaving Cambodia, his spirit guide must have stayed behind to help others because he never heard his voice again.

G. Morales
St. Louis, Missouri

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