When I was sixteen I saw someone walking in the distance. At once never having met him the thought came to my mind, 'This guy will be your oldest and dearest friend. You will be really close'. So it has turned out to be!! 33 years later we are still bosum buddies!! I told him about this a couple of years later and he was amazed. When he saw me he thought the exact same thing.

At the same age when I was at boarding school I suddenly got a very bad feeling one morning that something very bad had happened at home. So I borrowed a bike and rode the twenty miles home. There I found my mother crying. My older brother had been very badly beaten up.

Once I got a strange looking old lady in the taxi who I got weird feelings about. It turned out she was the 'Rose of Sharon'. Irelands greatest psychic. She is booked out years in advance. She charges plenty too. I was nosey and asked her to do a 'reading' on me. But she wanted the money up front. I told her I was psychic too (you can see I am not stupid) and would read her if she read me.
She told me I came from a family of seven brothers and three sisters which was true and the hairs on the back of my neck began to rise.
She told me that two of my brothers were dead and were sitting beside us. True again both dead. Hairs on back of neck bolt upright!!
She told me that I loved all animals particularly dogs and that I owned tow. Once again right!!! Hairs not only upright but snow white!!

She asked me to do a reading on her and I said I saw a lion and a blade of blood on a rose.
She went away muttering to herself, maybe she didn't think she got her thirty pounds worth.

Anyway both this psychic, Sharon and another top psychic from another part of Belfast told me that the war here is not over and that, 'The streets of Belfast will run red with blood!'
Cheerful stuff, like the witches in Macbeth. But I love this kinda stuff!!!!!!!!!!