Antarctic Adventure # 5 - Psychic Predictions
Many things I am sure happened to me in the November of 2006, but only two events are relevant to this story. The first was that after much research I had decided when, where and how I would return to Antarctica. The second was my annual visit to a well respected psychic. For several years I have found great comfort in talking to loved ones on the other side and to hear wisdom which I can act on if I wish. My Mother and Sue are always in attendance and I cherish those moments of bridging the physical and non-physical worlds.

Catherine, my psychic, was quick to indicate that she could see me going on the trip but not in 2007. I told her I would be boarding the M/V Polar Star in February 2008. She informed me I would return safely.

Now in the spring of 2008 (after the expedition) I played back my tape recording of that conversation of November 2006. It continues with Catherine saying-
"But I am a little concerned about the length of time you will be in the cold. Everything I am looking at is so white."
I remind her that I will be appropriately dressed and that the temperature there would be higher than in Toronto at that time. I also indicated that I would not be tramping over ice as most of the beaches I would be landing on would be pebbly, muddy or sandy and free from snow. Indeed at some of my landings, for example in South Georgia, there would even be grass.
She continues -
"I think there is going to be an unexpected storm. I'm looking at it, it's white. I don't see anything green. The ship is not in danger but I can't see any warmth…its unexpected…it's while you are on land.. Be aware. Be properly protected. I'm a little concerned…it comes out of nowhere.. It's the discomfort of it. Be properly dressed. It is not a pleasant adventure. I see a little danger. You land okay, it’s the coming back. The people with you know what to do - after all they do have radar and things like that don't they? If I thought you were in danger I'd tell you not to go. But it is the discomfort level. It is going to be colder than you think. Be sure you have all your clothes with you even if the day starts out sunny."
We talked of other things and then my Mother, relayed by Catherine, voiced her concerns about my impending discomfort. I pass the comment that it all will look good on film. Catherine responds
"I'm not seeing you film it. It does look as if there could be a shelter…I don't think you are going to be scared because you know you are going to be safe…It's a very traumatic experience… You are not going to be able to film it all…You are in some sort of shelter….I'm not seeing danger, just discomfort. You are not going to be stranded."
I look back on my reaction to her comments. Was I apprehensive? Part of me thought that she was over reacting. I was planning to be prepared. I was going to buy the best thermal underwear Canada could provide me with. I know that Antarctica and the Islands are not all ice and snow. I also knew that I would re-visit her before I went on the trip scheduled to begin in February 2008. I paid the deposit on the trip.

I made my return visit to Catherine on 23rd November 2007. One thing I knew about her readings was that any prophecy she made is told and then not remembered by her. She lives its moment and then it is gone. She therefore would have no memory of this prediction. So I say I've got another trip planned. She says
"Sue thinks it is a good idea, but she says make sure you are safe and warm. Why would she say that? …Oh I see mountains and snow."
Catherine tells me to be cautious and careful but sees nothing to be worried about. Indeed she sees no storm when I ask, suggesting that in such an area I should anyway be prepared for the unexpected.
Later I ponder her words in light of the news that just prior to my visit the Canadian expedition ship M/V Explorer had sunk in the Southern Ocean. The passengers had experienced discomfort and cold and once away from the listing ship while waiting for a rescue vessel, were not in any real danger. The event had occurred south of King George Island in the South Shetlands. This is an area I had sailed though on my Holland America cruise ship in 2006. Was my energy's memory still there? Was that the traumatic experience she had foretold and now because in reality it had already happened, she could no longer see it in relation to me. For my own peace of mind I chose to believe it.

King George Island, South Shetlands, 2006
On 28th February 2008, the second evening at sea on board the M/V Polar Star, somewhere in the Drake Passage, I was dining with three British ladies who were traveling together. I told them my story and the conclusion I had come to.
After the events of March 1st March 2008 I revised my opinion.








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