I was told at a college psychic fair that my ex-boyfriend and I had a looooong history. We used to be lovers in a past life... and brother and sister... and MOTHER and SON... Eeeeew. I believe that was when I finally got over our messy breakup and moved on with my life.

Our family has just been kissed by the psychic stuff. The story my mom used to tell is her and daddy barrelling thru the spanish countryside in the dead of night, no moon, 3 kids in the car and everyone asleep except my dad. Mom wakes up and yells look out. Dad slows way down and they come upon a troop of spanish guardia on night manuevers, in the middle of the road, all wearing black uniforms. Needless to say, without mom's "psychic experience" it could have been a major tragedy.
By the way....love love love this website!!

I *knew* my baby was a boy from the time I found out I was pregnant. Even after 4 seperate ultrasounds telling me it was a girl. I just *knew*.

How's THAT for psychic?! LMAO

Jen
mom to JACOB

A little over two years ago, my boyfriend and I were on vacation in San Diego. We pulled into this gas station downtown for a fill up and some drinks.

We went up to pay the lady. She was about as wide as she was tall, with smiling brown eyes and skin the color of good, dark chocolate. She looked us up and down and then told my boyfriend, "You better be nice to this woman. You better be REAL good to her 'cause she's gonna be your wife one day. I'm never wrong about this."

Well, she was right. Two years later we got married. Unfortunately, while she got the married part right, she evidently couldn't see much further than that because the marriage lasted a whopping two months!

My cousin was killed in a diving accident in the Gulf of Mexico when he was 34. (He was a professional oil rig diver.)

1) His fellow divers (and they are a tight group let me tell you) said the waters where he drowned were rough until they threw a wreath out there--calm waters after that.
2) When his mom, my favorite aunt, was in her garage in Florida, she was standing in front of their little canoe/kayak (which my cousin loved to take out). It was hanging on the wall with its paddle on hooks below it. With no wind, bumps or anything, the paddle fell off its hooks right in front of her.

And my mother is a master quilter. Yes, for a signed Lani book I'll be shameless.

I am very much the skeptic and this isn't even my own premonition LOL but...

When my mom was pregnant with me... back when u/s were only done if medically necessary... she had a dream she would have a baby girl and name her Amber Marie. So, from that point on, everyone would talk to her baby bump and refer to Amber Marie. Good thing I actually was a girl- I'd feel sorry for that poor boy, otherwise. LOL

I have not yet been to a psychic/reader - not because I don't believe, I do. And whether or not I thought I went to a person with real power, I would obsess over it for far too long. But anyway.
*My mother swears a Ouiji board told her she would amrry a Fred. She did. However, she never explained why she then told me that the board didn't work when I was given one.
*My mother did wake up in the middle of the night to tell my dad something was wrong with me. I was 7, on a trip, and the train we were on had just been evacuated due to a bomb threat. My dad told her to stop worrying.

Well, I did have a bunch of dreams about a place I'd never been and people I'd never met. And them a couple of years later ended up at that place and meeting those people. Does that count? It freaked me the hell out.

I already have a signed copy, so I won't be greedy...someone else can have it. I just thought I'd share my story anyway. :)

When I was in my early 20s, my boyfriend and I had a bad break-up, and I was still in love with him for a long time afterwards. When I found out he was getting married, I was a mess. So, in my devastation, I called one of those dumb psychic hotlines and paid $60 to find out if he was really going to marry her. The lady said yes, that he would, but they would eventually divorce and he would come back to me. Well, she was right, they did divorce. What she didn't tell me was that his wife would blame me for the break-up (which I did not have a thing to do with) and he would blame me for deserting him in his hour of need and that they would both put me through hell for over a year!

I want my money back!

My favorite story is from when I was small.

My mother stayed home during the day while my four sisters and I were at school. She said that several times she heard a noise and every time she went to the basement to check it out, the back door was open. After the first time she locked the door and every hour or so she would hear a noise, go downstairs to check and find the door wide open. She figured it was her father-in-law checking up on her (he had passed away recently and my mother was the one who found him dead in his bed).

Years later, in this same house, our new aunt came to live there. She was psychic. One night, she woke up my uncle to tell him to call the ambulance because there had been a wreck up the road. She told him that it was a maroon colored car and that the driver had crawled out of the vehicle and had moved too far from the car before passing out from blood loss. Sure enough, the ambulance got there and couldn't find the driver. My uncle led them right to the driver based on what my aunt had told him. Scary.

Spirits. Yeah, I can feel them and see them sometimes. In my head, not my eyes. I can close my eyes and tell you what they look like and how they are dressed. And whether or not they are friendly...

Many years ago my husband took me out into the gold country to an abandoned school/ranch where he had worked with some pretty violent kids. While he was there it was a home for SED kids with criminal pasts, but many years before that it was a mental hospital. I didn't know that until we got there and I got so creeped out. I told him that the spirits there didn't like me, and he asked me what I saw/felt. I described one guy with dark hair, wearing a hospital gown, walking through one of the dorms. And there was a little girl with curly pony tails, holding a rag doll, sitting at a school desk.

He got a little freaked out and told me that other people had seen both of these spirits in the past and that the main house had once been a school before it was a hospital. Yeah. We got the hell out of there and I felt this coldness all the way back out to the main highway.

This summer the girls and I inadvertently went by there and I saw that they were starting to tear down some of the buildings, but you couldn't pay me to go anywhere near it ever again. I kept driving--just hope that when they finally get all the buildings out of there the spirits go away and don't get turned loose--I would hate to have any of them finding me again!! *shudder*

Sometimes I can be skeptical. I also realize there are so many things that we don't understand, but are still very real. I have had several experiences that come to mind.

The night my stepbrother was killed in a car accident, I had a horrible feeling that something was wrong all that night. I told a friend of mine that I knew something bad had happened. When my mom found out, she was the one that came in to tell me that my stepbrother had died. That was very painful. I always wished I could have known the bad feeling was about Jamie, so I could have warned him.

The other things are happy experiences. My husband and I first met at age 16. He told me then that he would marry me someday. I just laughed it off, because we were just friends. After high school, we did not see each other until we were 24. There was an instant chemistry this time. We started dating and 7 months later we were married. He still jokes that he knew at 16, and it took me 8 years to figure it out lol.

My husband and I also had a palm reading when we were on vacation once just for fun. She told me that there would be a baby in our immediate future. The thing was, I already expected that I was pregnant. When we got home from vacation, a pregnacy test confirmed it.

Lani,

THE FORTUNE QUILT sounds like such a wonderful, unique story. Please put me in the draw. I would love to win this one! :)

When my sister was going to marry her present husband, I had a sick feeling within me. But she did not take heed of my warnings and decided to go ahead and marry this man. I begged her to wait and to consult someone else besides me to advise her about this decision. She did and was warned. It has been a mathc made in hell.

My son was planning to go on a camping trip for a weekend with friends. It was his first time camping and I was apprehensive for him. I felt that the weekend would be a total washout and dangerous. There was a treacherous lightning and thunderstorm which raged all night, extreme winds and he was fortunate to be safe and well. They had to evacuate due to the lightning and he will never forget this horrifying experience which I had predicted.

When I met my future daughter-in-law I felt sick at heart. My son was infatuated and I was aware of the damage that she could do. Too bad I was accurate in my assessment of her abilities. He is still smitten, and I have lost hope for his sanity.

Several years ago in the early morning in the winter, my husband was leaving for work and he was not feeling well. I told him to please stay home as he was sick and the drive to work was lengthy and the roads were not good. I felt uneasy, to put it mildly and knew that he was in danger. He arrived back home a few hours later to report that he had had a bad car accident and he was lucky to be alive. I was not surprised and he was grateful to be home.

After my mother's untimely death I had so many feelings that I was paying close attention to. These were because I was attuned to the people and my surroundings more than ever. When my husband left the house for a short errand and did not return soon after I was very concerned. My son wasn't in the least bothered but I told him that somehting definitely was wrong. Sure enough, the car had died and the battery had totally conked out. He had to be boosted and he arrived back much later. My son related my feelings to my husband.

I work in a hospital Extended Care Unit where we have many stories of spirits lingering after people have died. Recently, there were two patients who lived in opposite wings of the unit and didn't know each other. The night after one of them died (we'll call him Joe), the other one called staff during the night and said "Who's Joe? Is there a Joe who lives here?". We said "yes, he did live here. Why?" And the man said "because he's standing at the end of my bed".

One of the weirder ghost stories I remember came from my aunt who used to work at a nursing home. A lady had just passed away and they were busy cleaning the room out to move someone else in later that night. Woman moves into the room and comes out half hour later to see my aunt at the desk, I think it was only her and the janitor on the floor, everyone else lived there. And the woman said, so and so told me to get out of her room. Well my aunt looks at the janitor and they go down the hall, no one's there. They have describe who told her to get out, she described the woman who'd passed away to a T. And she'd never met her. I think they moved her out of that room the same night.

The weirdest experience I've personally had happened about 8 years ago. My best friend and I were alone in the basement doing homework when I got a chill. I turned around and looked at the door where I could see the outline of a barrel shaped man. Told my best friend who got creeped out and we went upstairs and kept the lights on till my parents came home. She left and called me the next morning, her grandfather died about the time I saw the shadow and he fit the description of the shadow. That kept me out of the basement for awhile!!

Wow! I'm getting chills. What cool stories! I'm not in the running for the book (I've read it ;) but I'll share one of my own stories...

When I was twelve, I was spending the night at a friend's house. I remember waking up at 3:12, staring at the clock for a minute, then going back to sleep. The next morning, my mother called saying she had to come get me - my father had died suddenly of a heart attack the night before. At 3:12.

During a school drama performance, an exceptional young man attending our school was a great actor and musician. His role in the play was playing the Grim Reaper. When the play ended and he was leaving another student and actor in the play said, Drive Safe. The young man was killed on his way home. What a horrible and bizarre occurrence. Everyone atttended his funeral and misses him.

I haven't had any premonitions before or since, but when I was in college, I had these awful dreams (sometimes while I was awake and just spaced out, as if that makes any sense...) about my little brother being hit by a big truck. In the dream, I always found out when my younger sister called me to tell me. Sometimes he died, sometimes he didn't... it was creepy and awful. He was just 12 at the time. As strange as it felt, I eventually told my boyfriend at the time about the dreams/visions. So imagine how freaked out he was one day when he picked up the phone and it was my sister calling to tell me that my brother had been hit. I had some details wrong... he was hit by a car while crossing the road in front of a parked school bus. And fortunately he didn't die! He "just" had two broken legs.

My mother, who is occasionally a little woo woo (in a good way) herself, wanted to know why I didn't tell her that I was having visions of my brother's death. I still can't quite imagine having that conversation. Thank goodness she doesn't have similar reservations. When she had a bad feeling about a plane my father was about to get on, she called him and told him that under no circumstances was he to set foot on the flight. He didn't, and the plane crashed.

Such great stories!

I wanted to add another story. This story is funny because it's about my ex-husband who tried using it to get back with me. He said we were meant to be together, etc.

My ex-husband was in the first drive into Iraq in 2003. I don't remember exactly when this happened but I remembered it was about the time they got Saddam's sons. About 3am I woke up and got on my computer (I never wake up in the middle of the night like that). I played around online for about an hour when my ex showed up on instant messenger. He told me that he had just gotten back from getting stitched up. He had gotten shot an hour before that. Crazy!

Someone mentioned knowing the sex of their baby even though ultrasounds seemed to point differently.

I never had an ultrasound with my older two. I remember telling my dh as we went into the hospital for our middle child telling dh that I knew it was a boy.

I'm another one who KNEW the sex of my baby early on in the pregnancy. I had a dream about him. I was pushing him around the grocery store in a cart, and he was chatting away as though he were sixteen, rather than six months old.

And I just knew. It was a boy. And I swear, he looks exactly like the dream baby.

Well three years ago I got pregnant in November. From the moment I found out I knew my son, yes I knew it was a boy, would be born on his sister's birthday. Which of course fell on Friday the 13th in August, but that's not the strangest thing. For some odd reason in my 8th month of pregnancy I got a thought, my son would be born still in his amnio sack. From my understanding that only happens if the child is premature.
Now it was no surprise to me that I went into labor August 12th, a Thursday. What freaked me out is when I pushed him out (only his head), everyone started screaming at me to stop pushing. A yellow like covering surrounded his head, people in the south call it a cawl (sp?) In the medical field its called an amnio sack.(I've got pictures)
I have no explanation for knowing this, but I did say in my 8th week,"my son better hold on tight."

A friend of mine had moved away and I hadn't seen her in over two years. When I woke up one morning I knew that I would bump into her back where I lived, even though she no longer lived her. That day I had planned to go shopping in a department store and knew that I would see her there. When I was in the ladies show department she was there buying shoes. I expected to see her and she was surprised and had not mentioned her visit to me.

I spent 9 years trying to get pregnant. My doctor finally put me on fertility pills. My mother calls me one day after I had been taking the pills for three months. She called to tell me that I needed to take a pregnancy test because she knew I was pregnant. She had a dream the night before and it was so vivid that she knew it had to be true. I had actually taken a pregnancy test the night before and it had come up negative. I didn't want to get my hopes up because I had been disappointed so many times, but I went to the doctors that afternoon. Sure enough I was pregnant. In the same dream she said that I had had twins. Thank goodness she was wrong about that!

When my daughter-in-law was going a little out of town for a job interview I was sceptical but kept out of it. She knew what she was doing, I had hoped. I felt that she should be patient and wait to interview in more places and not regret her impulsive decision. It was a stronger feeling each day that it was a wrong place for her to be. She accepted the job, lived there for a total of 2 months, with the boss from hell and then moved back, losing her rent money and having to start all over again. This was definitely a nightmare that plagued me since she lived with me. I had that feeling deep within me that she was going into it feet first and she did. What a disappointment.

Yay! These are so cool - keep 'em coming!

I have another one. I had a really good friend in high school. We worked together at the local grocery store, and his mom was the bookkeeper. About 13 years ago (my God, has it been that long?) he died in his sleep of unknown causes, and his mom was of course, completely devastated. One of the things I do when someone dies is send out a prayer into the Universe that if there's anything I can do for them, they just have to give me a nudge - I'm pretty good at recognizing nudges - and it'll be done. Well, every time I went back home to visit for the next three or four years - and I mean every time - I'd bump into his mother. Always at different places, but where ever I was, I'd see her. She always seemed so glad to see me, and I knew that Jimmy did it, because it helped her to talk to his old friends. To this day, we still keep in touch, especially on our birthday (she and I share one, although some years apart!) It's one of those things that's just beyond coincidence for me; I know it was Jimmy.

Okay - two more days to get in on those signed copies! I love these stories!

Can I play? :)

My favorite story is about my father. They drilled 3 times on our family land trying to find water, and came up dry every time. The well man said they would never find water and it was time to quit. (It cost serious money to have them drill each time, of course, and with 7 kids, my dad never had much of that.) He walked over all the property and stopped at a spot and said, "Drill here."

They hit so much water the well man said it would never run dry.

And despite all the droughts that have wiped out wells all around us, that one never has.

I told this story in his eulogy, because I think that says a lot about my father, that he drilled a well that will never run dry.

These stories are amazing! I love your last story Lani. I think those things do happen for a reason rather than coincidence.