Psychic survey
While I checked 'other' on the query, I realize I should have checked, 'yes, I am.' There wasn't a check-box for 'but I'm blocking it.'
I discovered that I was psychic only about 10 years ago. On something like my third foray into that adventure, I discovered that my sister's husband had in-operable cancer. He died a couple of months later. Scared the beegees out of me. Haven't been able to do it since.
And then there was the incident which nearly ended my PR career, but for a timely intervention from -- Spirit guide? Angel? In those days I hadn't heard of such things.
I was a publicist for a government agency in my city, and assigned to do a press conference for a visiting international dignitary. He was here for a series of meetings about increasing trade with his country for our region. At the end of the series there was an elegant luncheon for him, featuring our governor, mayor, the boss of my agency, and like that.
Not people to fall on my face in front of. The luncheon was to be followed by my press conference. The lunch was in the basement of the local Hilton, my press conference was to be in a meeting room on the third floor.
After I checked out the meeting room, arranged the furniture just so, etc., I decided to go down and have a bite of lunch with the 'in' crowd.
While I was eating I got the strongest feeling that I should go back upstairs to the meeting room. I thought about it, decided that the room was just fine and continued eating. The feeling got stronger and stronger until I finally took off at a run.
When the elevator deposited me on the third floor, I saw a bell boy pushing a hand cart down the hall with all the furniture from my room stacked on it. I yelled at him, he snagged another guy and we got the furniture in place just as the elevator doors opened and the reporters began to arrive. Then came the four guys who could have ruined my future -- ambassador, mayor, governor, etc.
I got through the conference with a smile pasted on my face. After it was over I repaired to the nearest bar. Ordered two double martinis. Stirred. I was still shaking enough to process a pitcher of the things.