The one and only 'psychic' experience I ever had, happened a few decades ago!
Every Easter, we would go to Kimberley (South Africa) to spend the week-end with my Dad. We would pile the three girls into the back of the station-wagon (along with their toys and potty), and drive the 400km to Kimberley. (We lived in Randfontein.) This was an annual occurrence, except for one Easter in the '70s.
This particular week-end loomed nearer, but as my husband and I drew up our plans for our 'road trip', I kept getting this heavy, odd feeling in the pit of my stomach! Eventually, two days before we were due to leave, I suddenly told my husband that we must not go. I had this terrible feeling of impending doom, that, I just could not shake.
My husband tried to convince me to not call off the trip, by telling me that my dad was expecting us and had made preparations, with us in mind. I said that I knew this all too well, and could not help it! I just had the feeling that we must NOT go to Kimberley on that particular week-end. Nothing, nor, nobody was going to change my 'gut' feeling.
Well, we had to phone my dad to let him know that we would, after all, not be spending Easter with him. (He was very disappointed of course.) He let it go at that. Dad had a philosophy in life."When in doubt, don't!" So he knew where I was 'coming from'.
Around mid-morning on Good Friday, we heard on the radio, that there had been a horror crash, just before Wolmaransstad (our half-way mark) involving multiple vehicles. We worked out, that if we HAD left at our usual time; we would have most likely been involved in that accident!
We were more than a bit, awed by this knowledge. We spent a quiet, safe, week-end at home.
I had in the past, had vague 'feelings' about various things, but nothing as definite as our Easter week-end trip.
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