Mike Spradley is a 63-year old Texas executive working in the oil industry. I say he’s psychic. Here’s his “stump-the–skeptics” experience. If you can debunk it, let’s hear your reasons. We’ll let Red Room readers decide. Let the games begin!
“In August 1979, I was working on a seismic research ship offshore from Cook Inlet, Alaska, which is west of Anchorage. While on the radio at around 10 P.M, I arranged for two of my teams to be flown by small plane from our camp on the Susitna River back to Anchorage, which was a twenty-two minute flight. After the first two flights were successful, my subordinate relieved me and told me to go to bed. He would organize the third and last flight. One of the men on the flight would be our client, an old friend of mine named Bob. I had worked with him in the Sinai Desert, the Peruvian jungles, and now Alaska. Extremely tired, I fell into my bunk at the rear of the ship’s wheelhouse at 11:30 that night. At 11:55 I had a dream in which I could see Bob in the back seat on the right side of this Cessna 206 plane. He was trying to keep his head above water while futilely attempting to open the back door. It would not open. It woke me up. I knew it was one of my ‘dreams.’
“I immediately got out of bed and called Dick, our onshore manager in Anchorage, waking him up. He had met the first two flights, then had returned to his hotel to go to bed so he was not at the airport to meet the third flight. I told him I thought the third flight had crashed, and I wanted him to go back to the airport to check. Twenty minutes later, he called to tell me that the plane was parked on the flight line and the guys were gone. So he went back to bed and so did I.
“At 6:00 A.M. we got a radio call from the aircraft owner telling us the flight had not arrived. Everyone on board was missing. It turned out that he had twin identical airplanes, and Dick had seen the second one on the flight line – not the one that crashed. I later learned they had crashed not long after takeoff. The guy who placed them in the plane told me Bob was the last guy to board, which placed him in the right back seat. With the flaps down during takeoff, the back door will not open on a Cessna 206. We never found the airplane, though we did find two of the four bodies over the next two years.”
Mike travels constantly all over the world, but his family is never far from his thoughts. He’s had many psychic experiences during the last thirty years, and dangers to his family feature in many of them.
“In 1975, I landed in Amsterdam, Holland after a six hour flight from the USA. I went to bed in my hotel and, within seconds, in a dream, I saw my twelve-year-old son flying through the air, then doing a handstand on his left arm. It woke me up, and I just knew he had broken his arm. I called home to Dallas to learn they were at the hospital. During a little league ballgame, my son had run in from center field to make a diving catch of a baseball. While landing on his left arm, he broke his wrist.”
“In August 1986, while asleep in a hotel room in Beijing, China, I dreamed I could see the north side of my house in Houston – the kitchen end – on fire. It woke me up, and I recognized it was one of my ‘dreams.’ I called my wife in Houston and woke her up at 7 A.M. She knows about my ‘dreams’ so she went downstairs to check, but there was no fire. Later that day, at 2 P.M., she left a boiling pot on the stove and forgot while going outside to chat with neighbors. It burned up our kitchen.”
Mike’s precognitive dreams are very realistic and detailed – events unfold like a movie on a screen – but they sometimes mix in unrealistic or symbolic details. “The strange thing was that, in my dream about my kitchen being on fire, my house wasn’t sitting on my lot. It was sitting on my parents’ lot in Dallas,” he wrote. “So when my wife told me our house was not on fire, I called my parents to see if their house was on fire. It wasn’t of course. It was my house – the fire just hadn’t happened yet.”