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September 2001
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Prophetic
Three
by Lori
In June of 1980 I received a phone call early one morning. On the other end was my mother. My father had fallen off a horse, the horse had fallen on top of him and had crushed his head, and parts of his upper body. My 16-year-old sister was with him on her horse and had seen the accident. Young boys on motorcycles spooked the horses purposely causing the accident. The message from my mother was that dad would not live through the night. Suddenly, without even being aware I "knew" what I needed to do. I was currently living in Hawaii and my parents were in California. If I could just get there and "touch" him I could save him. He would live. I borrowed airfare, called the airlines and they helped me to get back home.
I reached California and without going home to my mother's I headed to the hospital. I was met by the doctor, a neurosurgeon who said my father was not going to make it. I entered intensive care, and not recognizing him I passed right by. His head was wrapped in bandages, and because of the injury the swelling took most of his facial features and exaggerated them. He was in a coma and would not be recovering. As I approached him, speaking to him, letting him know I came home, his eyebrows raised. The nurse said, "It's just a reflex." I grabbed his hand, and there was a slight cupping pressure. A reflex she repeated. I kissed his cheek, left and walked into the chapel. Not being a religious church goer, I asked just for help in helping my father. I know I have always been spiritual. But I was at a loss.
I went home exhausted and unable to see him once more before leaving. It was Monday, and around 11 p.m. I fell asleep. I remember dreaming, and in my dream I was again in the room with my father. There was a total of three people standing around him, and then he opened his eyes. I awoke at 3 a.m. Tuesday morning next to my mother. I didn't want to be alone. Waking her up, I told her of my dream and that I needed to see him right then. She was exhausted and declined, but, I dressed and went to see him... There were no restrictions on visiting him at this time because, I believe, they thought he was going to die. They allowed me to stay with him from 3:30 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. Nothing happened.
I left again to the chapel, crying, tired feeling completely helpless. When I returned to his room, my sister, brother and a nurse were standing around dad. His eyes had opened while I was in the chapel. In my dream I saw three people; I believed I was one of them. I was not. But I did see him open his eyes before any of them.
I have these things happen to me all of the time. Not always something I want to "know." They usually come to me in a dream, the number three is always involved someway, unless it is dire, and then it seems to come to me quickly, no dream, but just knowing something, no hearing voices just an acknowledgment of information. I have touched three people who were supposed to die and lived. On two of those occasions, I have along with the two people have felt a "shock" like feeling as if I've rubbed my feet on carpet and touched them. I "knew" to visit them to make them better. I am not any different, I don't believe than any one else, but I do believe I am sensitive.
My daughter stopped a bombing, or helped to thwart the bombing of a college in Calif. The night she discovered the photos and called the police, not knowing if it was a hoax or not, and definitely not knowing the target of the bombing, I said to her and her coworker, "Who knows, maybe you will get a scholarship for doing the right thing." Needless to say, I did not sleep that night. In the morning it was all over the news that a photo clerk had stopped a bombing and the target was De Anza College. De Anza and community members started a fund and are paying for my daughters tuition and books along with her coworker.
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