This instance is the most psychic experience I have ever had. I test horribly for any psychic abilities. I can by no means predict anything at-will. The following situation, however, happened to me.
It was revealed to me through a dream, but I promise it requires no interpretation. The message was loud and clear.
An avid news junkie, I was riveted to the screen in October of 2002 during the Beltway sniper shootings. I prayed for the innocent victims and was grateful I was 1600 miles away.
Though it fit statistically, I grew frustrated with the forensic psychologist's profile of the white man in a white van. It was clearly yielding no results. I remarked to myself one night before going to sleep, "This profile just must be wrong."
I woke the next morning with a start. The last image before my sleeping eyes was of a snapshot. The photograph was old and faded. It showed a very tall, thin, African-American male in a dark green Army-issue jacket. His head and face were clean-shaven, and his features resembled Denzel Washington, but elongated. He was staring into the camera, not smiling, while a long rifle stood on end next to his leg.
I did not know his name, but weeks before he was captured I saw the face of John Allen Muhammad in my dream.
But I was deeply embarrassed at what I dreamt. I feared it revealed a strain of subconscious racism I am against with my whole heart. I felt I should contact authorities, but I held no credit with them as a psychic. I thought my accusation would be viewed as ridiculous. I thought it was ridiculous.
I must also say my precognition was incomplete as I did not dream of his young accomplice, Lee Boyd Malvo. Yet I dreamt of Muhammad weeks before he was found. I was not surprised to see Muhammad's face on the television when he was apprehended. His hair was longer, he was a bit older, but it was undoubtedly him.
I could have picked him from a line-up.
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