I’ve never really given extra-sensory perception much thought. Why should I? No one had ever told me how their life was drastically changed by some great ‘vision of the future.’ The day a person can go to Vegas and reliably predict the outcome of each spin of a roulette wheel – then boy, will I be interested! I mean, I’m thinking, if this stuff really works, then we’d all know about it, we’d all be taught about a sixth sense in school. So I was rather sceptical about the whole thing to say the least.
Recently my icy stance towards the subject of ESP is beginning to thaw.
I am native to Bristol in the UK, one of the biggest cities in England. In November of 1957, Bristol suffered its worst ever air disaster when an airliner, a Bristol Britannia, crashed only a few hundred yards from where I live – this was quite some time before I was born! In November of 2007 there was a commemorative service I attended at the site of the crash. Tragically all fifteen crew died, but miraculously, the 90 ton aircraft caused no ground casualties, despite coming down in a residential area. At the service the pilot’s wife (now a great grandmother) spoke of the events leading up to her husband’s final flight.
She told an amazing story of how on that day several people felt a great sense of foreboding. Goodbyes were said with more emotion, people made that extra effort to speak to loved ones before the departure, and a young man who worked on the aeroplanes asked the captain if he could come for the flight. The pilot refused, claiming he had a bad feeling, which was unusual since he was well renowned for allowing observers onboard. Later that day the Britannia and her crew met their end.
I came away thinking that it was an incredible story, maybe an incredible – and life saving – coincidence.
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