Recently I was driving from my farm back to Brisbane, a two hour drive – mostly along a highway – so that I could begin a stretch of work.
The trip started well. I made good time, it was a beautiful day, and I was enjoying some music, singing along as I drove. The first hour passed quickly and I began thinking about the next day’s psychic appointments, and the clients I’d be seeing.
But then I started to feel a little nauseous. I began to feel a little anxious.
There was no reason to. The traffic was flowing freely. The weather was perfect. I was well rested and stress-free, and it was a beautiful day.
My palms began to sweat.
I was travelling in the far right-hand lane. That’s the faster lane in Australia. Suddenly I began to feel very exposed and unsafe, with the traffic roaring past in the opposite direction just metres from me, separated by a garden bed, and in places a wire rope barrier of sorts.
I felt worse and worse. That horrible premonition of impending doom. I wondered if I should call my husband, just in case…
But that was silly. There was nothing wrong.
It got to the point where I could no longer stay in that outside lane. I dropped back into a middle lane, and drove more slowly. Still I couldn’t get that feeling out of my mind, that the traffic on the other side of the road was dangerous – too fast, too close. I began to drive strategically, so that I was shielded from them by a car in the outside lane.
After a while even that didn’t feel any better. I dropped over another lane, so there were two lanes and more cars between me and the oncoming traffic on the other side of the highway. I felt like I was in a war zone, nervously anticipating the next attack. By now I wasn’t even joking with myself that I might be a bit mental. Instead I was working very hard to stay calm, and to stay on the road. I felt like I was about to be hit by an oncoming car at any minute. I could see it and feel it as if it was unfolding in front of me.
Finally the premonition overwhelmed me, and I actually pulled right over to the left and into an emergency stopping bay. My heart was pounding, and I was close to tears.
I stayed that way for about ten minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, unable to drive. Eventually the feeling passed, and I nudged my car back onto the bitumen.
Just around the bend in the road the traffic slowed. Then it stopped. I turned on the radio. Traffic banked up all around me. A sea of stationary vehicles. They broadcast a traffic report – just ahead of us a car had left the other side of the highway and crashed through the barrier before plowing into five cars. It was a very serious accident, and the highway was now closed in both directions.
I shut down my engine. I called my husband. And then I prayed for all of the people involved in the accident, the emergency services workers who were helping them, and the families and friends who would pick up the pieces.
I really believe that my premonition saved my life. I felt simultaneously guilty and relieved. Guilty, because I was safe. Relieved, because it hadn’t happened to me.
It was a long, slow trip back to Brisbane, taking nearly five hours. It was agonising to edge past the crash site when they finally opened one lane to traffic again. I could feel the crash, I could feel the panic and the horror and the finality. The feeling didn’t leave me. The people didn’t leave me. That’s what it’s like for me, being psychic. It’s a blessing, and a raw wound.
But I was safe. I went back to my home in Brisbane, lit some candles, took out my Tibetan Prayer Bowl, and meditated and prayed until bed.
