“I’ve had psychic communications with animals previously but never quite like this.”

President Theodore Roosevelt was an avid hunter, and he once related a heart-breaking story regarding a wounded deer.

“I missed badly and only hit part of his leg,” said the famous sportsman.  “I could see the look of agony in its face and as it started to turn and hobble away, it suddenly stopped and stared – at me.  I was a hundred yards or so away but we made instant eye contact.

“It was at that moment that we communicated to each other.  I said I was sorry, but it just stood there and stared.  It was no different than if I were having a conversation with a human being I had done wrong.”

The deer slowly limped back into the woods and Roosevelt never forgot the incident.

“I’ve had psychic communications with animals previously but never quite like this.  It was as if he was asking me why I did it.  The amazing thing about it was that I was so far away and how could the deer have possibly known I was responsible for his injury?

“I have no doubt that that animal which I’m sure went on to have a slow, agonizing death, thought about me when he passed on.  I shall forever regret the incident and wish I had never encountered that deer.”

“I saw it with my own eyes.”

I have an interesting profession and although I can’t say whom I work for, I can tell you that I design software for some companies that are on the leading edge of development.

One project I recently completed involved predicting future events by coordinating complex mathematical equations with the efforts of selected individuals with a high degree of ESP powers.

And for the skeptics out there, I want to tell you that the “gifts” some of these people have are outright amazing.

One man in his fifties can tell you exactly what’s inside your wallet.  He could also predict with slightly less than fifty percent accuracy what my wife would be serving for dinner that night.  And he could tell me approximately what happened in the stock market that day without listening to the radio or reading it beforehand.

Another man in his early twenties could, if he concentrated hard enough, move a tiny rolled-up cotton ball – with his mind.  It only went a fraction of an inch, but I saw it with my own eyes.  And we have it on film.

Believe me, our procedures ensured that no tricks were played.  And I can attest that the powers of the mind haven’t really been explored yet.

Tests with animals are also uncovering amazing psychic talents.  A golden retriever that we used in our test labs (and trust me, he was treated wonderfully and safely) was able to sense things that were beyond any human’s capability.

I can’t tell you precisely what we derived from these tests because I’ve signed a letter of confidentiality.  But I do believe the findings we’re learning today will benefit mankind in the near future.

T. S.
Boston, MA

“It happened suddenly, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get out alive.”

I am one lucky woman.

I was driving along the freeway on the outskirts of Los Angeles when my tire blew out.  In my panic to get across the lanes to safety, I lost control of my SUV and found myself rolling over and over down a steep hill into a ditch.

I think I lost consciousness and I’m not sure for how long, but when I awoke I realized my SUV was hidden from view, and I didn’t see anyone rushing down to help me.  It was surreal. My head hurt quite a bit, and I was trapped inside the car.

What had happened, I surmised, was that because it was late at night and not too many other cars were on the road, no one saw what had happened.  And here I was trapped in my car about forty feet below the level of the other cars speeding by at sixty-five miles an hour.

And no one knew I was there.

Worse yet, when I managed to pull my cell phone out of my purse, I realized it was a dead area.  I couldn’t dial a number.  Then panic set in.  I thought I might lie here for days and starve to death or die of thirst, and nobody was going to come save me.

I thought about my husband and my kids, and I started to cry.  It was a terrible moment, and I felt my situation was hopeless.

I tried kicking the door but it wouldn’t budge.  And even if it had opened, I was helplessly stuck inside.  My right foot was stuck between an unmovable seat and the crushed dashboard.  I was bleeding a bit, very tired and very weak.

I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, I was surrounded by firemen, all in uniform, and they were prying my door open with a huge metal bar.  I gasped when I realized I was going to be saved and would see my family again.

When I asked how they found me, one of the men said that I owed my life to their mascot Dalmatian, Hattie, who started barking madly as they drove by on the freeway.  He kept barking and kept looking back; so on a hunch they pulled off the freeway, hiked back to the spot where Hattie led them.

They said they still couldn’t see anything from the Freeway but Hattie raced down the hill and then one of the men caught a glimpse of my overturned SUV.

There’s no way the dog could have seen me as the fire truck raced by, but somehow he sensed I was there and that I was in trouble.

It is said that animals have psychic powers far beyond what us humans have, and I believe it.

P. Strausser
Reseda, CA