Confessions of a Sometimes Psychic

There are many people who have on and off experiences with the paranormal.  Untapped skills and abilities that rise once and awhile to leave a lot of unanswered questions in their passing.  This is one such story.

 

"It was a cold day, just before my birthday in January of 1975, and the news brought a story of bodies found at an old abandoned farm.  Two women and a child under 5.  Looking out the kitchen window at the bleak frigid winter day of northern Kansas, I felt my heart grow cold as an ice cube. 

Suddenly in my mind there was such a sharp image of a farm yard, old overgrown, dirt scraped away in places.  I saw a small child wandering around weeping his heart out, lost and lonely, and cold in a thin shirt.  I knew that he would wander around in ever increasing circle looking, searching, and trying to get a response from the people who could no longer answer.  Afraid, lonely, and cold he walked without pattern, direction, or intent. All the while he was just crying, crying….

Then, in sheer desperate exhaustion, he would finally collapse to sleep. The cold night air would take his fragile and sad life from him. I felt the nip of the sharp cold air, I could hear the sobbing cries punctuated by hiccupping breaths. My lips chattered in the cold I felt.  I could see this, all in my head as if I had flipped a switch on the television and then, swiftly, changed channels to a vivid “you are there” channel.  It was vivid, harsh, and the emotional impact sliced me like a knife.  

In its wake was a bubble of grief so deep I felt intense pain. An image rose in my head of my own little boys.  I sank to the floor in the tiny kitchen and wept for the small child who had been left to die by the monster who had killed his mother and her friend. The victims had been Cheryl Young, 21, her son, Guy 3, and Diane Lovette, 19 all of Fort Madison, Iowa.

The murders, both by intent and neglect, occurred in a house on a little-used, dead-end road about 15 miles north of I-70. The site is about 15 miles northeast of WaKeeney, Kansas. The killer was Francis Donald Nemecheck.

I would have only two more such incredibly intense visions or dreams in years to come.  After that, out of sheer self-preservation, I blocked a lot of “stuff” just to not have these intensely uncomfortable experiences. Having your emotions regularly scraped to the bone is not very enjoyable.  Feeling fear and tasting death are not pleasant in any manner."