FEELING TOLD ME OF LOCKERBIE DISASTER
DURING the Eighties, I owned a small residential home for elderly people. After serving dinner one evening, I’d gone into the garden to enjoy some fresh air when I was overwhelmed by a feeling that a major air disaster was imminent. Once I’d handed over to my night staff, I anxiously switched on the 10 O’Clock News — to hear the tragic news of the Lockerbie air disaster. Some months later, I was woken at 2.15am by a voice asking: ‘Is anyone there?’ It was unmistakably the voice of Mary, one of the residents in the home. However, she was in hospital at the time. A quick check of all our rooms proved everyone was soundly asleep, but I continued to worry about Mary. Once breakfast was over I rang the hospital, only to be told that Mary had died at 2.15am. These events should have taught me not to ignore other psychic messages, but the next time it happened, my rational mind still dismissed it as a nightmare. In a dream I saw my mother lying in bed, with knees flexed and her abdomen looking like molten candle wax. It was so horrific that it woke me up. I did check on my mother, but she was perfectly well at the time. A month later, however, she died of a necrotic ischemic bowel — meaning clotting within her gut was depriving her bowel of oxygen. I will never forget how she lay with her knees flexed, grimacing due to the pain. Since then, I have paid more notice to psychic messages, however they are received. Anne Pickering, County Durham.