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The Echo Of Landshut

Click Here now FOR a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comI do not consider my psychic abilities a curse, nor a blessing. However, it does come with its own set of challenges, as well as advantages. For example, when I sense something ominous or even dangerous is about to happen, I can’t always prevent it from happening. That is a devastating feeling.

When I was eleven, I had a nightmare that woke me up repeatedly. The word Landshut, the name of nearby city in Bavaria, kept echoing through my mind and I had a strange vision of an aircraft on a runway in blistering heat. Bear in mind that this was back in 1977 and traveling by plane was not as common as it is nowadays. I had never even been on a plane at that age. All I knew about planes was the little I saw on the two TV channels we had in those days.

The weird dream kept repeating for several nights. I had no idea what it could mean. One night I woke up screaming so loudly that my parents rushed to my room. I told them that something bad was about to happen and that it had something to do with a large passenger airplane in Landshut.

I asked my dad what he thought it all meant. Dad said that Landshut only had a big car factory, but no planes. It also made no sense since the city only had a small airfield. There was no proper airport that could accommodate a large passenger plane. He then brushed it off by saying I just had an overactive imagination and that I should stop reading so many thrillers!

Two weeks after my birthday, a news report revealed the true meaning of my dream. A Lufthansa jetliner had been hijacked mind-air on the afternoon of October 13, 1977 by four members of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. While waiting for their demands to be met, the plane ran out of fuel and had to land in Mogadishu, the capital city of Somalia.

I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams ~ Jonas Salk

The pilot did everything he could to keep his passengers safe and in the end paid for it with his life. After he was permitted to leave the aircraft, to check the plane’s airworthiness, he managed to secretly talk to the Yemini airport authorities and reveal the truth about what was happening.

When he returned to the plane, he was executed by the terrorist leader. The captain’s courage, however, enabled the Grenzschutzgruppe 9, a tactical unit of the German Federal Police to eventually rescue the hostages.

The name of the plane was Landshut.

Several years later, I was working in my father’s publishing company. I was responsible for the bookkeeping. We had recently lost a significant contract and the financial situation of the company was in dire straits, but we kept on fighting to survive with everything we had.

One day, I was just finishing up the monthly report, when once again I heard the word “Landshut” suddenly echoing through my mind. Now what? Oh, no! Next thing I know, I am running into my dad’s office and grabbing the car keys from his desk, while yelling at him, “No! Don’t do it!”

The sheer heterogeneity of premonitions is dizzying, confusing, maddening. Why should premonitory dreams warn us one night of a national disaster, and the next night reveal where we lost our glasses? ~ Larry Dossey

In my mind’s eye, just a few moments earlier, I had a premonition of the name Landshut on a street sign. I also saw an exceptionally large, old oak tree next to a desolate country road. And I suddenly knew what my father had been planning.

My dad looked at me shocked, with tears in his eyes. He was pale and exhausted. Confronting him seemed to have woken him up from a trance-like state and he then confessed that, yes, he had been considering ending his own life by crashing his car into an old tree on the outskirts of town. He felt it was the only way for him to save the company for me and my brother.

In time, we fortunately found a more sensible way to save the company. All’s well that ends well. But, to this day, I hope and pray I never have to ‘hear’ the name of that wretched city in Bavaria again.

About The Author: Sabina

Sabina was born in Germany but is now a Canadian resident in a happy relationship with her partner and their many Chihuahuas. She entered this world with powerful, predictive gifts she displayed at a young age. Later she learned to accurately read poker cards, using them like Tarot, while channeling answers for her many thousands of clients. She's worked on TV with a psychic show that ran for 10 years, and has read for many celebs, including J.Lo, accurately predicting her pregnancy with twins. She's read for 61,000 callers on a European site and has proven her gifts time and time again on radio call-in shows. Though her mom once called her crazy for making predictions at the age of 4, her eerie accuracy has proven that what is unusual and impossible for most, is normal and highly possible for Sabina. In 2008, she wrote a book about her uncanny technique of reading poker cards, and she has held many of her own seminars, sharing her techniques with others. A survivor of a very bad relationship, she dove into every book she could get her hands on to dissect the mechanics of unhealthy relationships and to help others understand that they are survivors and not the guilty ones in that scenario. If you'd like a reading with this lovely, celebrity psychic and channeler, you can find Sabina at

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