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Vision of Fatal Car Accident – Beeline Highway

Vision of Fatal Car Accident – Beeline Highway

In 1998 or 1999, my ex-husband wanted to take our daughters, along with his third wife and her youngest daughter Jen, on a camping trip to Payson, Arizona. We were living near Glendale, Arizona at that time and the quickest route to Payson was *Arizona State Route 87, also known as Beeline Highway.

A day or two before the trip, I had a vision upon waking of my daughters riding in the backseat of my ex-husband’s car with Jen. I also saw my ex-husband and his wife in the front seats of the moving vehicle. The image panned out and I saw the car traveling down the two-lane highway.

Suddenly, the car jerked, then went off the right-hand side of the road before rolling at least twice, and I felt like there were multiple fatalities. I startled up in bed at that point, wide awake.

I phoned my ex-husband later that day to ask him if he planned on taking Beeline Highway all the way to Payson and back, he said he did. I told him what I had seen and begged him not to take that route. Because he knew that I was able to see future events, he listened and took I-17 instead, even though the drive added thirty minutes to their trip, both there and back.

On their return trip from Payson, both back tires of the car blew out. Because they were driving on a multi-lane highway with emergency lanes, my ex-husband was able to safely maneuver the vehicle onto the shoulder. He slowly drove the car to an area with a telephone where he stopped to call us. My husband and I drove in separate vehicles to pick everyone up and drive them home.

*Between 1989 and 2001, AZ State Route 87 underwent major renovations in a project to convert the entire highway to three or four lanes. The final segment, requiring the construction of four bridges, was completed in 2001. During the time of this event, a section of highway still existed which had no emergency lane and ran right along the rim of mountainous terrain. (See page 83 –

On Being Different – My Childhood

On Being Different – My Childhood

  I have always been different from others which made going to school very difficult. I was interested in the paranormal from a very young age and would grab every book in the library on paranormal related topics. This didn’t go unnoticed by other students and was one source of the teasing I received in grade school.

Another source of teasing were my awkward movements. I ran funny and there was, unfortunately, a lot of running going on in P.E. class. Dodge ball was sheer torture for me because I was always one of the people the other team targeted first. Also, because I couldn’t throw the ball very hard or very far.

I was alone most of the time, either in my room or in the woods. I remember my father being very angry and upset regularly when I left the house to explore the woods, located only two blocks from home. No more than five minutes after I entered the woods, I would hear him shouting for me. I would run home as quickly as possibly, but he would start hitting me with his leather belt almost every time. He would insist that he had been calling for me for a long time. I wonder if he actually had been. If I really had been gone for much longer than I’d remembered.

One beautiful, autumn day as I was walking home from grade school, I must have been eight or nine at the time, I heard a voice very clearly call my name. I stopped and looked in every direction but there was no one there. I was perplexed, but continued on home. Shortly after that, as I was walking home on another day, I heard the same voice tell me that I would always be cared for. That time, the voice was in my head. It was a male voice and, by the tone of it, he was in his mid-twenties. This voice would continue to pop in throughout my life to give me guidance, advice, or warnings. I have since come to realize that this has been a telepathic communication with an unseen being who has always watched over me.

When I was nine, I started seeing and reading auras. I don’t know how I learned to do that, but I had fun reading auras and was really interested in doing so for about a year.

At age eleven, I had an experience with telekinesis. It was during the holidays and my aunt, uncle, cousin, and second cousins came to celebrate Christmas with us. Because my mother was the youngest of her siblings and my father was fifty-two when I was born, my second cousins are closer to my age than most of my cousins. One of my second cousins, who I’ll refer to as Bree, is just a year younger than me and she wanted to stay with me overnight. Of course, we stayed awake talking and giggling for a couple of hours before falling asleep.

When we awoke in the morning, we were laying in bed whispering to each other. At some point, I pointed at the decorated, plastic tree glowing from a dresser across from the foot of the bed and asked Bree if she wanted to see the elf ornament climb up to the top of the tree. She said yes, as almost any child would, so I focused on the ornament and the elf climbed to the top of the tree, then climbed back down. Bree was so excited so I asked if she wanted to see it again. In total, the elf climbed up and down the tree three times before my mother entered the room and told us it was time for breakfast.

I remember talking to “them” a few weeks later, as I was washing my hands, and I told them that I didn’t want that ability because I was afraid I would hurt myself or others with it. My husband and ex-husband, however, would tell you that I’ve manipulated objects since that event and without even trying. Always when I’ve become enraged over something.

At age twelve, I started becoming precognitive and that ability only grew stronger with age. It made some people uncomfortable so I learned not to talk about it much. I made the mistake of mentioning it to a Sunday school teacher and she told me it was the devil trying to sink his hooks into me. That was the beginning of my separation from the church. I knew the prophets in the Bible foretold the future and they were respected by others but I, a young girl with similar abilities, was basically told that my abilities came from some evil place. I was very hurt, confused, and I had no one to guide me. On top of that, I also discovered, during a sixth-grade field trip, that I was a medium.

There was an old house that had been almost completely destroyed by a fire but the structure and a few pieces of partially burned furniture were still there. Being young, curious, and lacking good judgement, many of us went to explore the dilapidated structure. What happened to me was very strange. It was like another person, in this instance it was a little boy, inhabited my body and pushed me behind him. I was completely aware of everything I said and did, but I was in the background acting as an observer.

A girl I’d know since I was four and a boy she liked saw me and tried to pull me away from the house. I would scream that I wanted my mother and struggle to pull away from them. The times I escaped, I would start running back towards the house. If I couldn’t escape, I would suddenly collapse my legs and end up on the ground begging for them to let me go. It must have taken them thirty minutes to get me away from the house and back to the place in the park where the other kids were. The little boy stayed in control until we were all on the school bus and a few miles away from the park. I never talked to anyone about that incident until I was in my late teens.

Both at school and away, I didn’t know how to socialize with others, mostly because I wasn’t interested in things other people my age were into. I would talk philosophically and theoretically but my peers never seemed to think that deeply. They all thought I was weird and told me that I thought too much. During summer breaks, I made friends with all of the older people in my neighborhood and would spend my time either visiting with them and my grandparents who lived across the street, or attempting to venture into the woods.

Junior high wasn’t any better. In fact, it was worse. I started attending a Christian school where I was bullied incessantly during seventh grade. It was so bad that I would lock myself in my room and cry almost every day. I couldn’t pay attention in class, couldn’t concentrate on my homework, and I didn’t have anyone to talk to about my feelings. My mother was a second-shift factory worker and my father was unapproachable. I ended up failing seventh grade.

During my second go at seventh grade, I made a friend. She and I were inseparable. It’s strange to think of now, looking back and realizing that, in many ways, we were complete opposites. I was timid, she was bold and in your face. I was very feminine, she was more of a tomboy. I was a dreamer and a romantic, she was more of a realist. Yet, we somehow made the perfect pair of friends, probably because we accepted each other despite of our differences.

At age fourteen, I went on choir tour for the first time. We traveled through five states on a bus with every seat filled. I was given an envelope by my parents with the suggested amount of money needed to cover my meals and a little extra spending money. I had never learned how to budget money, nor did I consider the cost of necessities. Needless to say, I had no money left on the last day of the tour and I felt so embarrassed when we made our last dinner stop at a fast-food restaurant about six hours from home.

I stayed on the bus for a while after everyone else had entered the restaurant, but I was too fidgety and got off the bus after only ten or fifteen minutes. It felt good just to get out and walk around. I went into the restaurant to be around familiar faces in this unfamiliar place. As I walked by one table, someone asked me if I wanted some fries. They said they were given an extra one and it would just get thrown away. I thanked them and took the fries. As I passed another table, someone had ordered one too many drinks and I was asked if I wanted it. Yes, yes I did. I was just about ready to sit down at a table to enjoy my fries and soda when someone at the neighboring table asked me if I wanted a hamburger. They said they had ordered it for someone, then found out that person had already placed their order.

I had a complete meal even though I didn’t have a cent to pay for any of it. I heard the voice again. “You will always have what you need.”

Around age fifteen, I became obsessed with astrology. I read everything I could about it, studying the traits of each sign. I knew it so well that I could tell someone their sign after talking to them for fifteen or twenty minutes. I could even correctly guess what someone’s astrological sign was even if I’d never met them by simply hearing someone else talk about them for a while. After playing around with astrology for a year, I left it behind. Probably because I was making new friends, learning to dance, and taking piano lessons.

Finally, during my sophomore year, I was allowed to attend public school again. I’d already made some friends and had a few ex-boyfriends who attended that high school so I felt more comfortable there. By then, I had learned to tune out most people and just be myself. I dressed differently than most of the girls and I hung out with the nerds and the smart kids. It’s funny, but when I stopped caring about what others thought of me, that’s when I became extremely popular. I even went to homecoming with the male model who drove a Firebird. It seemed like everyone in school knew who I was. Also, I had found something in common with most of my peers. Music.

As a teenager with many friends and interested boys calling, I would get up from the sofa, walk to the phone, put my hand on it right before it rang, and then answer it greeting the caller by name. Sometimes the phone would ring and I would yell to my mother to tell the person who was calling, mentioning them by name, that I would call them back in a few minutes. My parents witnessed my psychic abilities constantly but we never talked about it. Maybe they were at ease with it because my father’s mother had similar abilities and one of his sisters used to talk about it when she would visit. Now I wonder if she brought it up so much so that I wouldn’t feel like such a freak of nature.