One of the most dramatic of my experiences in connection with having a future prediction come true took place in the summer of 2003. I was living as a helper and caretaker for an elderly lady in London. One early autumn, I was giving an astrology reading to a young woman client. At the end of her reading she pulled out some small Tarot cards and proceeded to lay them out. “Let me read for you,” she said.
The woman proceeded to tell me that one year from that date I would no longer be living in that house. Something would occur, she said, that would force me to leave. I thought this prediction very unlikely. I was friends with the lady who owned the house and could see no reason why I would leave. I quickly forgot the prediction and went on with my life. Then in the early summer of 2004 Wendy, who owned the house, told me that she planned to transfer ownership of the house to her two daughters in order to avoid death duties tax upon her death. She assured me that nothing would change with regard to my living there.
In August 2004 I went to see a clairvoyant in the Belgravia area of London. She told me that I would be returning to the United States in November. “You will have to go back,” she told me. “but not at the beginning of November. It will be the third week of November.”
Then in September, just prior to the transfer of the ownership of the house to the two daughters, one of the daughters informed me that she planned to rent out my room at a high cost and I would have to leave. The predictions were fulfilled in every respect, right down to the timing. I was unable to get a flight at the beginning of November and ended up returning to the USA the third week of November.
How can such things happen if there is free will? My friend Alex Tanous told me the following stories about some of the predictions he has made in the past:
“I told the priest he was going to break his foot. He scoffed at the prediction. But three weeks later I saw him with his foot in a cast”.
“One of my confessions in this period was to a young Marist priest, Rev Arthur Duhmel, S.M, whom I greatly admired. It was not a happy experience. I knew that he intended to go to Guadalcanal shortly. As I talked to him, another premonition came over me, “Don´t go overseas,” I told him. “If you do, you´ll never see America again. You´ll be killed, bayoneted through the throat. And your church will be burned to the ground.”
“He took my warning gravely,” Alex remembered. “But with no comment. And he left as scheduled. On October 14, 1942, he was bayoneted through the throat and killed, along with two nuns. The three of them were buried near the remains of the church which was burned to the ground.”
Alex had seen a slice of the priests “Life film”. Alex remembers some of the predictions he made during his early years, all which came true with uncanny accuracy.
“One day, not long after I got out of the service, I was sitting in the family living room when a woman visitor asked my mother for a reading. Mother took out the cards, as my father had done years earlier. She was about to start the reading when another thought occurred to her.
“No,” she said. “I´m going to let my son do this reading.” She handed me the cards. Now I´d had many psychic experiences in my life and I´d many times watched my father give readings. But I´d never done one of my own.
“I told the woman to cut the deck into three parts and pick out several cards. To this day, I don´t know why I did it this way. I do know that the cards had absolutely no significance. The message came to me when I took the woman´s hand. It was a vision of her husband´s death.
Reluctantly I told her what I saw: that within ten days, her husband would die. As I said these words, he wasn´t even sick, so far as anyone knew. Ten days later, my prediction had been borne out, to my sorrow.”
And this one, also from Alex Tanous.
“Bob Ridge, of Portland, Maine, asked me about his upcoming insurance exam. I´ll let him describe what I said:
“I asked Dr Tanous: when I take my insurance exam, will it be in Portland or Augusta, how many questions will it have, will it be subjective or multiple choice, and what will my mark be? His reply was that I would take the exam in Augusta, there will be 100 questions and it will be multiple choice, and you´ll get an 87.”
“Sure enough it was in Augusta, 100 questions, multiple choice, and I got an 88.”
And this one.
“For the first time in my life, I also began to make predictions in public, to groups of people. It was at this time I said Robert Kennedy would never be President- he would be shot. I also predicted that Richard Nixon would be nominated for the presidency, though he hadn´t yet announced his candidacy. I foretold the death of the U.S. astronauts in a non-space accident and my prediction was borne out. I predicted that a vote to admit Red China to the United Nations would fail, which it did. I said that a petition to remove governor Ronald Reagan of California would be circulated, and it was. I said a Negro named Marshall would be appointed to the Supreme Court long before anyone had mentioned Thurgood Marshall for the post.”
The uncanny thing about predicting the future is that often the predictions happen against all odd. One of the strangest experiences I ever had was when I received a reading from a psychic in Virginia Beach in 1982. I had applied for the position of music director at a classical music format radio station in northern Michigan. I told the psychic that I hoped I got the job because it would be the first time in my life in which I would hold a management position, and not just an announcer´s job. The psychic told me that I need not bother to go . That I would get the job and leave in exactly seven months. I dismissed the position as sheer rubbish.
I was hired in July 1982. By January of the following year I was in dispute with the radio station management over a large sum of money. A special fund had been set up by National Public Radio to allow independent producers on their own time to go out and record interviews with writers, artists and musicians and to make them into short segments that could be distributed nationally via satellite. The scheme was called the Satellite Programme Development Fund. By the end of 1982, I had written and produced twelve of these segments which were uplinked via satellite from WHA in nearby Madison, Wisconsin. The Fund accordingly paid me over a thousand dollars for this work. In January I was asked by the radio station management to turn over the money to the radio station because, even though I had produced the segments on my own time, they claimed the money was rightly theirs because I had used their equipment to produce the segments. I refused to part with the money and quit the job. How could the psychic in Virginia Beach know this would happen?