1) Once while walking down a nearly deserted shopping street in Turin, Italy, (the shops were shut) the skies opened and the mother of all storms let go. I was cowered against a wall, trying to stay out of the rain when my eye was caught by a shoe shop on the other side of the street. Feeling rather bored and sure the storm wouldn't pass in a hurry, I decided to brave the downpour and rush to the other side of the road so that I could at least look at the shoes in the window. I had just reached the other side when I heard a mighty crack behind me. I turned and saw that the electric cable I had been leaning against had been struck by lightning and was on fire. I would surely have been killed but for those shoes. Now that's not so paranormal but I do believe in little voices urging you to take a certain path and not another. I think that little voice was on my side that day.
2) One night many years ago, I dreamed of a multi-storied building which had no front, as if some super being had sliced it off with a sharp knife. I could see inside all the apartments like inside a doll's house. Just another nightmare? Not so. The next morning the main photo in the national newspaper was of a building in Argentina (if my memory serves me right) that had lost its front in a gas explosion. You could see right inside the apartments - exactly as in my dream. Eeek!!
3) When Dario was about three, I left him at playcentre for a few hours while I went for a part-time job interview. I was sitting deep in conversation with my future employer when I had a disturbing vision of a figure covered in a black sheet leaping out and Dario bursting into tears in fright. Out of necessity, I put it aside and continued with the interview then went to pick up Dario. The playcentre teacher wanted to apologize to me because they had taken the children to see a local theatre group and when a figure covered in a black sheet leapt out on the stage, Dario had burst into tears and had been very upset. We narrowed down the time and I had had the vision at almost exactly the moment it had happened. Go figure!
4) The next two experiences concern my father , who died less that two years ago. That's a distant cousin with him in the photo.
When my father was very ill, he was living with me and my family, but the time came when I needed a break and we went on an eight-day cruise around the Pacific. He went to stay with my sister. One day, we were on this splendid semi-deserted beach in Vanuatu when I started having difficulty breathing. The others were all swimming so I walked up to the toilet block and could hardly get there for the pain in my chest. I returned to the beach and sat and waited for my family to finish swimming and tried to analyse what was wrong. Anyway we caught the bus back to the ship and I didn't say anything because I didn't want to worry them but resolved to go straight to the doctor when I got back. Once on board I was starting to feel better so went to the cabin to change first. When we got to the door, the phone was ringing. It was my sister telling me that Dad had died a few hours before because his lungs had filled with fluid and he had stopped breathing. I asked what time he had died but it was an hour before I had suffered the same symptoms as he would have had while dying. Then I realized with shock that there was an hour's time difference between New Zealand and Vanuatu. I had actually felt him die while far away on a tropical beach.
5) Once back in New Zealand, I was so upset that I asked my husband and son to empty my father's bedroom and even remove all the furniture before I went upstairs. He had been sleeping in the room that used to be my husband's study so all the original furniture was put back in.
While alive, each morning, my father would put the radio on at about 7am and lie in bed listening to it. A few days after returning, I was downstairs getting breakfast when I heard a radio come on and I went upstairs to see where it was coming from. I approached the study where I could hear the sound and opened the door. The computer was on and the radio was playing through it. I immediately went to ask Adriano why he has turned the computer on but he and Dario were both asleep. This happened several times and Adriano (who believes nothing but what can be proved scientifically) searched for an explanation to it. He eventually decided that the next door neighbours had some kind of electrical signal that was activating the computer. Even if this weird explanation were true, why would the radio play and why exactly at 7am? Anyway, we had to get on with life and I tried to ignore this phenomena. But one morning I was downstairs again in the morning when I heard loud banging and crashing upstairs as if someone was moving piles of books about. I automatically thought it was Adriano in his study moving books but when I went upstairs, he was asleep in bed and didn't know what I was talking about when I woke him up. So I thought the time had come to acknowledge Dad's attempts to contact me and I went into the room and told him I knew it was him and that it was time for him to move on. And he did. We had no more unusual occurrences at 7 in the morning.