The ability to see into the future has been recognised since ancient times when kings and ordinary people all sought access to the future via Seers, Mediums, Diviners and similar. Premonitions are a foretelling of the future, although sceptics argue they can be attributed to mere coincidence. Precognition is the ability to perceive, to see a future event through extra sensory perception (ESP) or dreams, clairvoyance, before it happens. The term is derived from the Latin pray ‘’Prae’’ meaning-‘’prior to’’ and “cognition” meaning ‘’to gain knowledge.’’ Precognition, thanks to Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce among others, holds a special place amongst psychic [psi] phenomenon which also challenges some of our beliefs about linear time and the sequence of cause and effect, hence scientists remain unconvinced. But the concept instinctively resonates with many of us. Apparently, Abraham Lincoln had a precognitive dream before his assassination. Prophets have featured in many religions from Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and these include Muhammed, Moses to name but a few, and in Roman Catholicism we encounter Fatima.
My personal experience of psi, precognition specifically, have all been related to death, or near -death incidents relating to family, friends and loved ones. In fact, this is one of the key themes in my No1 bestselling novel “Spirit of Prophecy- the Psychic Detectives #1’’ and as Rosetta the main character explains she’s: “been having the same nightmare for two weeks now belting out in her sleep like some cheap Christmas CD stuck on a loop. She knew her premonitions could go either way, and sometimes the outcome wasn’t entirely signed. sealed and delivered, so things could be prevented, altered, maybe even diverted. This was one of those.”
This has been the case with my own experiences, the first I can recall, being at the age of 14 with the death of my grandfather who had been unwell (so coincidence could be argued to some extent) and he had moved in with us so that my mum could look after him. It was an unremarkable Saturday and my younger sister, and I caught the bus into Bradford city centre to go shopping. As the bus passed the town hall, I glanced up at the clock and with a sharp intake of breath I realised that we had only 15 minutes to get back home. I dragged my protesting sister off the bus and running we caught the next one back home. As we walked around the corner into our cul-de-sac the neighbour opposite intercepted us and took us into her house.
Its granddad isn’t it, and we are too late to say goodbye to him, aren’t we? I uttered.
The neighbour looked taken aback, as Granddad sadly had suddenly died five minutes earlier of a heart attack. Consequently, with another of my subsequent premonitions which involved my brother Andrew and the neighbour’s son Graham who were going away on a holiday with a group of friends, this time she totally believed me. All of them, the other mothers relayed what I’d foreseen and warned their sons not to hire a car or drive in Turkey, their holiday destination. The group of young men followed the advice and returned home safe and sound. Praise be.
This premonition started about a month prior to their departure in a wine bar in the city where I worked and when I was out to lunch with a fellow investment banking friend. It was a dimly lit barrels and sawdust sort of spot, and as we were chatting animatedly the candle which had been firmly lodged in an old waxy wine bottle in between us, fluttered brightly, then suddenly in mid- conversation the candle literally levitated out of the bottle and ominously crashed on top of the table- the flame was abruptly snuffed out. My friend and I looked at one another and both of us swore under our breath as this was not a good omen. My friend was keen to point out that it had been me speaking at the time. What it foretold took me over a week to piece together. Meanwhile I wasn’t sleeping, and I was waking up at 1:35 AM night after night, as I tried to figure this out. I became increasingly frantic as I realised that it had something to do with my brother and a car accident. I begged my parents not to let my brother go on holiday to hide his passport; anything to stop this happening. Sensibly they managed the situation responsibly and shared the information with my brother and the rest of his friends. This worked of course, but only the disaster actually unfolding as I foresaw it would validate that the premonition that I’d had was correct – but who needs to be proved right under such ominous circumstances?
So, does precognition perceive the actual future which must occur, or a probable future that might occur? My response to that would be; both – either or.
Another premonition occurred while I was in my second year at university, I woke up one morning with the strongest gut instinct that I needed to go home ASAP. I skipped lectures and caught the train to Leeds where my bemused father picked me up. The following day I went out riding with my friend Kevin who was helping my father exercise my show jumping ponies whilst I was away at university. All seemed fine, until the next day my father banged on my bedroom door and rushed me to the stables where my 14.2hh BSJA pony Redbrooke had gone down with a really bad colic attack. The vet came out several times, but heart- breakingly this ended with a fatal twisted gut. So, it seemed that my horse had called me home to say farewell and for that I was extremely grateful.
“The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.” Arthur C. Clarke
Be sure to check out Part Two of this fascinating blog on Precognition. In the meantime why not take a look at my wonderful novel, Spirit of Prophecy, which fictionalizes many of the issues I’ve been discussing in these blogs of late. It is available from here: http://bit.ly/2LeRJ84