Psychic Experiences

Recurring vision of a house fire

June 4, 2014 |  1 comment
Image Credit: James E. Foehl / US Navy I was eight months pregnant with my last child when the vision started. I say VISION because there was only one. Over and over again. The same one every day. There was no specific time, but it never failed to appear.

My living room was at the front of the house, with a long hallway that led to the bedrooms. In the vision, I would see flames rolling across the end of the hall. In my mind, I knew what to do. I would put the boys out their bedroom window in the front yard. Then I would go to the girls and help them through their window on the side of the house. Then the vision would stop.

Two weeks later, on February 11, 1972, my parents were over and spending the night. My father burst into our room at around 3 am, saying the house was on fire. My husband and my Dad disappeared into the flames. I couldn't believe how calm I was. I walked to my sons' room because it was closest to the fire and went to open the window. I never thought about the screen that was on the inside, like most in Florida homes. I literally shoved a hole in it with my thumb and prized it off.

With the boys safe, I headed for the girls' room. My mother had already tossed both girls out. I pushed her through the window, too, then for some reason, I thought about my robe. I went back across the hall and put it on, still very calm. It wasn't until I started back that I inhaled a lung full of hot, stinging smoke. It never occurred to me that smoke would burn. I hurried to the girls' room and started to climb out the window.

I was pregnant and had a huge belly. I couldn't get out the window. But, with the help of my mom, and the grace of God, I made it.

I don't know if the vision helped, but I think it did. I didn't waste any time in a burning house. I knew exactly what I would do. I'm glad I had the warning in my vision.

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