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We live our day to day lives in a society that publicly believes in God. We are taught by our "rational" teachers to accept only those things that we can see, touch, hear and measure. Everything has to be quantifiable or its existence cannot be believed. This paradox is at odds with many of us who, in our private opinions that are sometimes formed by direct experience, actually believe and accept that there is more to life than meets the eye.
The following occurrence is just that: an incident that really happened. You can decide for yourself whether you believe it or not. In making your decision, you will be siding with one view or the other. Don't be afraid to let yourself accept what seems to be impossible. Open up your mind to all the possibilities and you might be surprised at what you find.
In August 1977, I had a girlfriend named Star in Mariposa, California while I lived in the valley below in Modesto. During the week I had to work, but on weekends you could bet I would be in Mariposa shooting pool at the Gold Coin or hiking on the Hendrix Ranch with Star. My transportation to and from Mariposa consisted of a VW bug I called Jets.
On the way home from one of my weekend visits, I was traveling down the narrow and winding two lane road that connected me to Star. The road snaked around the mountain with several blind curves. There were drop-offs of up to two hundred feet (60 m) straight down. A number of nasty accidents had occurred on this road resulting in lives lost and many more injured, so I traveled it with care. But danger was far from my mind. I was high on the wonderful weekend I had just experienced with my girlfriend Star.
I hadn't gone far when I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. Immediately after this feeling I saw a vision unfold before me. I saw my car entering a blind curve. A car was coming around the curve in the opposite direction. Trying to pass this car was a ¾ ton pickup truck. I was suddenly focused on the truck, the scene was quite detailed. The pickup was baby blue with a white cab-over camper. The back window to the truck had a rifle rack with one rifle hanging in it. There were two male occupants in the pickup. One wore a green baseball cap and the other wore an orange baseball cap. The passenger was tilting his head back, drinking beer from a can. The driver was laughing with his head turned slightly toward the passenger. The truck was traveling at a high rate of speed. It hit my VW bug, crushed it and sent it flying off the road and down a long drop that must have been at least 100 feet (30 m).
The vision about the car accident suddenly stopped and there I was driving down the road thinking, "Why was I thinking such morbid thoughts when I just had such a great time?" I felt extremely disturbed by the vision. Since I was still near the top of the grade, there was plenty of road left before I would be out of danger. I toyed with the idea that it was all rubbish. I remembered the other escape that had happened ten years before. My palms slipped on the wheel from sweating. I couldn't dismiss this vision no matter how hard I tried. It was just too clear.
About halfway down the grade, I approached a hairpin curve. I saw the way the road fell away into a deep ravine. The back of my neck began to tingle and the vision began replaying itself. Just a couple of hundred feet from the curve was a place to pull off the road. I took advantage of it. Just as my VW bug came to a stop, a ¾ ton pickup, baby blue with a white cab-over-camper, a rifle rack with one rifle in it, two male occupants wearing baseball caps, the driver wore a green one and his passenger an orange one, came speeding around the corner passing another vehicle. The passenger had his head tilted back and was drinking from a beer can and the driver was laughing with his head turned slightly towards his passenger. It was exactly like the vision of the car accident, and if I had not pulled off the road at the time I did, the truck would have crushed me and sent me flying down into the bottom of the ravine over 100 feet (30 m) below.
At the rate of speed the truck was traveling, I would have been dead instantly. The pull out I was parked on was quite narrow and as the truck passed by, it narrowly missed hitting me. I sat there thanking God that I had been given another chance. My whole body trembled. After a few minutes I pulled myself together and drove home without further event. When something like this happens, you don't forget. It has been 25 years since this incident and I can still recall the picture of that truck as if it only happened yesterday.
Note Editor: the above story was proposed first by Ira for insertion in this forum. In our contacts he told me that a similar incident took place about 10 years earlier, and after this you can find his 2nd tale, happened a little more than 9.6 years - or 3 cycles of 3.2 years earlier:
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#2: The incident I talked about in my 1st article occurred in August 1977. The one ten years earlier occurred in April-May of 1967. Basically what happened is that I was driving home in a car from visiting friends in Ceres, CA when I happened to look down a cross road as I was passing through the intersection and saw a white, 1959 Chevy Impala coming across the intersection. I felt it hit a pickup truck (Remember: I was actually driving in a car at the time of this vision) and the truck rolled over and over in the resulting car accident.
The vision occurred in April and one month later, I was driving down that same road in my dad's pickup truck when I felt a tingle go down my spine and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I turned my head to look at the cross street and saw a 1959 Chevy Impala that must have been doing close to 100 miles an hour (160 Km/h) heading for the intersection I was about to cross. I hit the brake as he ran through a stop sign to the other side of the intersection. If I had not acted, I would have been in the intersection at the time he ran the stop sign, resulting in a severe car accident...
Ira White is 52, lives in California (USA), works as a USDA Meat Inspector (Consumer Safety Inspector) and is an author of poetry, short stories and essays.He has a personal website www.irawhite.com and his e-mail is sales@irawhite.com.
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