The first really significant psychic experience I had, that impacted on my life, happened when I was 18 (in 1976). I was flatting in the city with some friends, studying part-time while doing a 3 yr cadetship in major fashion house. My best friend was still living at home, out of town and studying graphics and design at a local tech institute. We’d been best buddies for ten years, living in and out each others homes. I’d catch up with her once a month when I went back home.
I was at work one day and the radio was on in the background. The news came on and I heard the announcer say that the body of 18 year old girl was found on our local golf course. Then they said it had been identified as my best friend. I broke down and my boss sent me home in a cab. We didn’t have a phone in the cottage so I couldn’t call anyone. I was too distraught to anyway. My flat-mates arrived home shortly after to find me in a mess.
I told them what had happened and one of them (a friend I’d gone to school with) said she’d been listening to the radio all day and hadn’t heard it. She ran up the road to a neighbour and borrowed their phone. A little while later she arrived back livid with rage. She’d just spoken to my friend on the phone and she was fine. She accused me of making it up as a sick joke. She didn’t tell my friend why she was calling but threatened to if I ever pulled a stunt like again.
I was reeling for a few days. I thought I was losing my mind and my flat-mates pulled right back from me. Exactly a week later, just as everything was starting to settle down, I heard the announcement again on the radio at work. I was so angry, I unplugged it. When I got home a couple of hours later my flat-mates were waiting for me. This time it was real. She had committed suicide. Everything went weird. I stepped into a fog and couldn’t feel anything, for quite awhile after. For a long time I thought it was my fault, like somehow by seeing it, I’d made it happen. I moved back home briefly not long after and no-one talked about her. It was like a big chunk of my life hadn’t happened. I didn’t tell my family what I’d heard in case they thought it was my fault too.
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