Psychic Phenomena
Always Trust The Cat
Years ago I had the privilege of owning a beautiful, sleek black cat, officially named “Midnight Mercedes Amadeus,” but more simply known as “Fluffy.”
I am very fond of black cats and absolutely adored this one. Fluffy was adventurous and extremely easy to get along with. We spent many happy hours together just enjoying life.
One day I noticed that Fluffy did not seem to be feeling well, and as it persisted, I decided that I had better take him to the vet to find out what the problem might be.
I took him to a new clinic near my home because I did not want Fluffy to suffer any longer than necessary. As soon as I walked into the waiting room and saw the vet, I knew that Fluffy did not like her one bit. How did I know? Well, the cat told me telepathically, of course.
Be that as it may, Fluffy urgently needed to see a doctor. So, in we went.
The vet was not sure what the problem was, but suggested giving Fluffy a cortisone shot “just in case.”
“In case of what?” I heard Fluffy ask indignantly.
The Miraculous Roll Of Film
I have experienced many miracles and magical events in my life. As you read the following incredible story, you will see why I have chosen this particular one to best illustrate my experiences.
When I was 18 years old, I was working at a pre-school in my home town. One of the pupils was a three-year-old girl with whom I felt a real connection. She was an old soul; a bright and talented young artist.
But she usually came to school with unwashed, unbrushed hair and dirty clothes. She would never bring a packed lunch. When her parents came to collect her from school, they were often late and, unlike the other children, she did not run into their arms. There was clearly a disconnect between parent and child.
Eventually I moved several hours away and stopped working at the school. But I still thought of her often and prayed that she was well. A few years after I left, I made some enquiries, but no one knew what had happened to her. I hope she survived her difficult childhood and continued to create art, which I believed may have been her saving grace.
Two decades later, I was visiting the area around my hometown to go hiking with friends in a nearby national park. One day, one of my friends climbed a big rock and I followed him. Then he jumped down and I noticed what looked like something he had accidentally left behind.
“Hey, you dropped your roll of film up here,” I shouted, holding up the roll I’d found on the rock. But it turned out not to be his film and that someone else must have left it there. Maybe that person had the same idea of climbing the rock to take some pictures of the magnificent view.