In the series of posts below, I discussed dreams, visions or mysterious voices that seemed to foretell a death or disaster:
When Dreams or Visions Foretell a Death
More Dreams or Visions That Seemed to Foretell a Death
Still More Dreams or Visions That Seemed to Foretell a Death
Still More Dreams, Visions or Voices That Seemed to Foretell a Death
Some More Dreams or Visions That Seemed to Foretell a Death or Disaster
When the Future Whispers to the Present
When Dreams or Premonitions Seem to Act Prophetically
Let us look at some more cases of this type.
Below is a newspaper account of sightings of a spooky Lady in Black who seems to be an apparition that heralds a death in a royal family:
You can read the account here:
https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84026749/1907-09-01/ed-1/seq-41/
Another source tells us of how different families have different types of death omen accounts.
The following newspaper account is from 1911:
"SAVED BY HIS DREAM BALLOONIST TAKES STRANGE VISION AS A WARNING. Gives Up His Vocation and His Successor Is Killed Within Two Weeks.
A dream in Buffalo five years ago, following an exhibition in a local park, caused Carl McManus to give up ballooning for a less dangerous vocation, and, as he believes, probably saved his life. Mr. McManus is now a traveling salesman for a New York house and was in Buffalo recently on business. At the Lafayette hotel he told his story. 'I am only slightly superstitious,' said McManus, 'but that dream proved too much for me. I’m mighty glad that it did, too. I had gone to bed rather early on the night of the dream, following my exhibition at the park. Things had gone rather badly and I was tired out. A couple of narrow escapee had slightly unnerved me.'
'It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes after I had fallen asleep before I started to dream. I was up in the air sailing along beautifully. There was no wind and the balloon rose slowly and gracefully. I went higher and remained up longer than usual and then made ready to descend. I threw out the ballast and held tight to the parachute, but the balloon failed to shoot up. That was strange, I thought. I pulled the cord and let out the gas. Instead of falling the big bag remained stationary. It was most unusual and inexplicable.'
'Thoroughly alarmed and mystified by this time, I cut the cords of the parachute. There was nothing doing. The balloon and the parachute seemed anchored in the air to stay there. Then I awoke. A cold sweat covered my body. The more I thought about the dream the more convinced I became that it was an ominous warning. It means, I told myself, that some day I will go up and never come down again alive. The next day I gave up ballooning. My friends protested, but I told them I knew what was best for me. I left for New York that evening.'
'A couple of weeks later I was reading a paper when I came across an item telling about an accident at an Ohio county fair in which a balloonist was killed when his parachute failed to work. The man who was killed was the one who had stepped into my shoes when I quit. The date was one I had been scheduled to fill. If I had kept my job I would probably have been killed, I told myself. I am not very religious, but you can just bet that I got busy right then and offered up thanks. And the following Sunday I attended church, too. ' ”
You can read the account here:
The account below is one of the most remarkable in this series of posts. It is reported in an 1888 edition of a California newspaper, which says it comes from the New York Times. We read of a man who left his family to seek his fortune in the American West of the late nineteenth century. Suddenly the man has a psychic vision in which he seems to be transported back to his home. There he sees his brother who he has not seen in 14 years, seemingly in great illness or close to death. In the vision the younger brother has a prominent mustache the older brother has never seen him have. Here is the first part of the account (click on the image to read it better):
The riveting account below by Frank C. Dana appeared in 1912, and you will not regret taking the time to carefully read it. We read of a vision that seemed to foretell or inform Frank of either the death or great peril of his beloved on a voyage of a ship that hit an iceberg. The ship is not named, but from the details given you can safely assume it was the Titanic. We read this:
"I have come to be forty years old without marrying. Recently I met in Venice an American lady, the first woman to cause me to feel that I wished her to become one with me. I was introduced to her by a mutual friend and from the moment I first saw her I felt strangely drawn to her. This feeling grew as we enjoyed that unique city in each other's company. Together we threaded the winding narrow passageways—they cannot be called streets—on which are displayed trinkets to tempt tourists. We strolled about St. Mark's square and fed the pigeons there... It was one evening at Lido, a resort near Venice, on the shore of the Adriatic, that we agreed to pass what remained of our natural lives together. Miss Margaret Lawrence—she was ten years my Junior—admitted that she, as I, experienced her first love, a soul love rather than a physical love, for neither of us was in the first flush of youth. We spent a part of the winter together in Florence, Rome and Naples, each and all places overflowing with that which appeals to persons who love art and, above art, to dwell where dwelt 2.000 years ago living, sentient beings of whom we know much.
At the coming of the new year I was obliged to return to America. I sailed from Naples one afternoon when the sun stood low over the beautiful bay and with a glass could see my love standing on the sea wall gazing after me till distance caused her to fade from my eyes. Several months must pass before she would join me, but in the meanwhile I would be interested in preparing our future borne. As soon as I reached America I commenced these preparations, but even they could not take away a loneliness that 1 had never experienced before. I counted the weeks till I should be united to one I could not but esteem a companion of the soul as well as of the flesh. Why I felt so toward my Margaret I was at a loss to know. I only knew that I so regarded her. The spring opened, and with it I received a letter from England giving me the sailing date of the woman whose coming meant so much to me. I marked off each day on my calendar to intervene between the present and her arrival. I read of the sailing of her ship and was looking forward to our reunion when— one night I went to bed very early, having been up the night before working on the furnishing of our home. I had not been asleep more than an hour before I was awakened by a chilly feeling. I drew more blankets over me, but I could not get warm. I lay shivering, but, being sleepy, passed into a condition that can only be described as half asleep and half awake.
I was again on the Grand Canal at Venice with Margaret. But instead of the season being summer it was winter. The stars were shining above, but, oh. how cold! My teeth chattered; Margaret's teeth chattered. But despite the fact that we were locked in each other’s arms we could not get warm. St. Mark's square was lighted, as it always is at night, and as I gazed the lights seemed to be slowly sinking. There was a strange look about them, a ghostly look. But they were too far distant for me to see them plainly. They did not light the palace or the lion of St. Mark's or the campanile. They seemed stretched along a huge, dark surface. Then suddenly I heard a boom. It seemed to me the doges’ palace, that had stood for centuries reflecting the grandeur of a people who had long ago passed away, had been blown up, and the explosion was followed by a wail I shall never forget—a wall unlike any I had ever heard before, a wail of horrible despair. The cold continued, and then for the first time I noticed that the canal in which we were floating was filled with ice. I had never thought of this sheet of water, fitted especially for summer, as being frozen. Huge cakes towered about us, rubbing against us, and it seemed at times that they would crush us or overturn us into the cold, black water. There were other craft, too, with wild looking persons in them, pulling at huge oars, trying to keep free of the ice or to go somewhere. And I saw persons struggling in the water, all with agonized expressions on their faces. Some of them tried to cling to our frail craft, but our gondolier pushed them off. All was confusion in my brain, for, while I was on the Grand Canal in Venice, I was at the same time out at sea.
But the most frightful part of this experience was yet to come. The lights that 1 had been watching and which stood on the water's very edge slowly changed their position. Those at one end disappeared, and those at the other were elevated. Then the latter slid down and went out. There were shrieks that froze me with horror. I shook myself in my bed and by an effort succeeded in throwing off my trance. 1 knew that while my body had been in a warm bed my soul had been elsewhere. Some great catastrophe had occurred, and from the first I connected Margaret with it. I lay shivering, shuddering, till I could lie no longer, then got up and, putting on a warm double gown, walked the floor. I was in an agony of fear about Margaret. She was out on the ocean, and as I thought over the vision in which 1 bad taken part 1 felt sure that some marine disaster had happened to the ship in which she had sailed.
There was no more sleep for me that night, and when morning came I was unable to arise from my bed. Fearing that some disease had at tacked me in the night, I sent for a doctor, who came and said that I was threatened with pneumonia. He treated me, and when be came again in the afternoon he found me out of bed. The physical strain had left me, but the mental strain remained. If there had been a catastrophe I had surely been in it. and the shock had remained. When in the afternoon 1 took up an evening paper and saw that the ocean liner on which Margaret was coming to me had struck an iceberg, but was being towed to land, all of her passengers and crew having been saved, 1 knew that the announcement was not correct. 1 knew that an ocean tragedy had occurred. What concerned me was whether Margaret had been saved.
Then came a brief period during which the extent of the disaster was not known, followed by the news that the ship had gone down, and but a third of those aboard her had been taken from the boats into which they had been hurried to a steamer and were being brought to port. The names of those persons were being telegraphed. I saw among them the name of my beloved. What did my vision mean? Not that she had died and exercised a supernatural power to take me over miles of space to witness that terrible scene. I waited eagerly, not only to be reunited with her after her terrible experience, but for an explanation of my strange vision.
When the steamer bearing the rescued arrived 1 was at the dock. One by one I saw them come ashore, but not Margaret. Then upon inquiry came the blow. She had been removed with others to one of the boats, had been taken from it into the rescuing steamer in a serious condition and had died on the inward trip. I will not dwell on my loss. That is one of the constantly recurring bereavements that concern us as individuals. The other part of my story concerns us as human beings. Each is welcome to draw his own inference.
The only conclusion I have arrived at is that Margaret was gifted with the power while living and in the face of death to draw me to her that I might take part with her in what she was enduring. But back of this is another inference, though I admit it is entirely my own—that this desire, made good by a power to bring me over hundreds of miles to her, was an expression of the fact that two individuals may become one in soul by the power of love. Be that as it may, I am living out the remainder of my life impatiently waiting for a reunion with my other soul part. Since the events I have described I am as one detained in a foreign land."
You can read the full account here:
https://cdnc.ucr.edu/?a=d&d=VDP19121206.2.28&srpos=68&e=-------en--20--1--txt-txIN--------
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