The Dead Man Who Walked

Most people would call me an old man, though I don't feel that way at all. At 70 most of my life is behind me, leaving me with many memories. I remember my very psychic and spiritual mother, and many of my psychic experiences.

One story comes to mind rather often. I saw a dead man walking a high wire, sometimes called a tightrope. He was a dead man and didn't know it. I want to tell you this story because I want people to know what is possible in the world of psychics.

I was 15 or 16 years old at the time. I attended a live-in boys school in Michigan, in the U.S.A. The boys were given tickets to attend the policemans' field day in Detroit, Michigan, which was held at the Detroit Tigers baseball stadium. A field day is like a large private circus and celebration, with the police doing much of the performing.

We were loaded on a bus for the hundred mile trip to Detroit and travel was uneventful. We made our way to the stadium and found our seats. The field day started with a few formalities and then things got interesting. There were clowns and circus type acts, with a staged police cops and robbers car chase that had lots of shooting (blanks of course).

Then Captain Eddie came out to walk the high wire. He stood at the base of a pole and, as I recall, removed his cape. Then he began to climb. He got to the top and stood on the platform leading to the wire. At that instant I knew he was going to fall. I didn't think it, I knew it. I knew it as sure as the sun sets in the West, or that gravity exists. The feeling that told me he would fall was clear as crystal and terrible.

I told the boy seated to my left that he (Captain Eddie) is going to fall. The boy gave me a funny look. I instantly lowered my head and focused my vision on the tops of my shoes. I did not want to see him die. As soon as I saw my shoe tops clearly I heard multi-thousands of people gasp as one. He had fallen. I never doubted he would.

I looked and saw him laying on the ground, the stretcher bearers running to him. I heard the announcer call out the clowns as the music played. An ambulance came out, the Captain was loaded and taken to the hospital. He was dead.

The boy to my left gave me another, but different, funny look. Someone always gives a funny look when something said becomes instant reality.

I cannot tell you how it works. All I know about being psychic is that knowledge arrives in my mind without being sought. About half the time it comes in dreams.

I knew Captain Eddie was dead before he did.

Verification of this story can be found by searching the internet. Search Captain Eddie Detroit.