I watch as disasters unfold!
I saw terrible disasters in my dreams Gary Bradfield, 55, from Lowestoft, Suffolk
Walking home, I saw my friend Peter waiting at the end of my street. ‘There he is,’ I told my mum Jeanette. Mum smiled. She couldn’t see Peter, no-one but me could. He was a spirit. Luckily, kind, caring Mum humoured me.
So when I refused to eat my dinner unless Peter ate with me, Mum served him up a plate, too.
I even made her take him to the toilet!
Peter
Peter was with me all the time, except for when I went out with Mum or my dad Brian.
Then Peter would walk with me to the junction at the end of the street, wait for me there until I came home.
Peter, who must have lived in our Victorian workers’ cottage when he was alive, couldn’t leave the street.
So when we moved house when I was 5, I knew Peter wouldn’t be able to come.
On the day of the move, it was the last time I’d see my friend.
‘Bye bye, Peter. I’ve got to go with my mum and dad,’ I told him sadly.
Spirits
Years passed. I constantly saw spirits, knew things would happen before they did. One night in June 1979, when I was 18, I was asleep and a voice echoed in my dream.
‘Someone famous is going to pass away,’ it told me.
I didn’t know who the voice belonged to, but I knew it was right. And sure enough, a few days later, film star John Wayne died of cancer.
Then, in January 1982, I had several dreams where a plane crashed into a river. It was a premonition, as shortly after, Air Florida Flight 90 smashed into a bridge before plunging into the Potomac river in Washington with 79 people on board.
Only five survived, after being rescued from the river by passers-by. Four motorists on the bridge were killed. It was exactly the same as my dream. I felt so sad for those who’d lost their lives .
Then, one night when I was 24, I dreamed about a space shuttle exploding.
When I woke up, my blood ran cold.
A US space shuttle was due to be launched just a few weeks later.
I knew the mission was going to end in disaster.
‘The shuttle’s going to crash,’ I told Mum.
But although I knew what was going to happen, what could I do to stop it?
I felt so helpless.
A newsflash
The dreams continued. I kept seeing the shuttle taking off before exploding in wreaths of smoke. Then, on 28 January 1986, a month after the dreams started, I was watching TV with Mum and Dad. Suddenly, the programme was interrupted by a newsflash. Space Shuttle Challenger, which had been launched that morning, had broken up seconds into its flight. All seven astronauts and crew on board were killed. The news footage was exactly what
I knew it’d happen, but what could I do to stop it?
I’d seen in my dreams. Mum looked at me. ‘You knew it was going to happen,’ she shuddered.
Lucky escape
Then one day a few months later, I was at my job at a wood factory. But as I was working at a wood cutting machine, the room started to swim, my soul floated away. I was having an out of body experience. Suddenly, pain shooting through my hand whipped me back into my body. I gasped in horror. Metal clamps had fastened my hand between two pieces of wood… and I was being dragged along the conveyor belt towards the spinning cutting blade. Oh, my God. It was going to chop off my arm. ‘Someone help!’ I screamed. In the nick of time, the machine stopped. Thankfully, a workmate had raced over, turned it off. ‘A lucky escape,’ he breathed. I’d been inches away from losing my arm. My out of body experience nearly had awful consequences.
No more
‘I’ve had enough of being psychic,’ I told Mum when I got home.
I tried to shut off my psychic ability.
More years went by. I met and married a beautiful woman called Sharon, and tried to ignore anything paranormal.
When I was 48, I contracted pneumonia. I was so ill, I was rushed to hospital. I woke to find my wife Sharon sitting by my bed. ‘You’ve been in a coma for three weeks,’ she told me. Two months later, we moved house. I started seeing black, shadowy figures around our new home. I was psychic again. ‘It must have turned back on while I was in the coma,’ I told Sharon. But instead of fighting my gift, I decided to use it to help others.
Blessing
Sharon and I set up our own paranormal investigation group East Anglia Paranormal Investigations. It’s such a pleasure to be able move on trapped spirits, or help people whose houses are being haunted. And I love teaching, helping others cope with their own psychic abilities. Seeing disasters coming but unable to do anything was so hard. Then nearly losing my arm was the final straw. But although I fought my gift for so many years, it’s part of who I am. It’s amazing how something I hated turned out to be such a wonderful blessing.
I knew the mission would end in disaster Sharon and I set up a paranormal investigation group
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