Has a psychic ever made a crazy prediction that turned out to be true?

Story #2

Since you all have been so kind as to upvote my previous story, I’ll add 2 more quick ones. Again, the quick backstory is that my mom was part of this kind of underground network back in the 80s and 90s, and people referred each other to different psychics and mediums. My mom loved to try them out and kind of ‘test’ them, and when she found a legit one (which was rare) she would tell me to go. Each of these stories (including my original story) are all with different psychics.

Story #3

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

This woman was half African-American, half Native American, and was one of the best people I’ve ever met. I got in via my mom being ‘in network’, so I went to her house. I was waiting in her living room (I think I was 20 at the time), and she called down for me to come upstairs. At the time, I had hit a pretty rough patch in life, and didn’t really anywhere to turn. So I was hoping this woman could maybe give me a little insight. I walked upstairs and down the hallway, and I saw one room with the door cracked open. I heard her say ‘come on in!’ in a big church-lady kinda voice. I peered in the room and saw a African and Native American art literally everywhere. I thought it all looked pretty cool, so I stepped into the room. The second I crossed into that room I was hit with an insane rush of intense emotion. It felt like a wave of something washed right through me as soon as I walked in, and I had to fight tears for the next 10 minutes. I had no thoughts about anything sad, it was just pure emotion that boiled up as soon as that wave hit me for no reason at all, other than something about that room was causing it. I sat down as she introduced herself, but I swear the whole time she was giving me her background, her eyes were twinkling like she knew what was going on inside me. She then closed her eyes and described in great detail the entire dream I had the night before! I had had this very vivid dream that I shared with no one, yet here she was describing it perfectly. She then went into great detail about a lot of things that had happened in my life. I felt like I had been reunited with an old friend immediately. She looked at me and said ‘oh honey, it’s so good to see you again….did you recognize me when you walked in?’ I’m actually tearing up as I write this because the emotion of this whole thing was so intense. It was like right when I just needed SOMEONE to ‘know’ me, here was this woman I had never seen before (well, not in this lifetime at least) telling all these details about my life she couldn’t have possibly known. The appointment was supposed to be an hour but it lasted for almost 3, and she wouldn’t accept any payment for it.

My mom found this old German psychic a few years after the one from my original story died. The woman was very old and riddled with arthritis, so she was very hesitant to have any strangers enter her house, which was why you needed a close referral to even have a chance to see her. She was a widower and had no family here, so my mom became her primary caretaker until the end of her life, which wasn’t long after this happened. That Summer when I was home from college, my mom asked me to go mow her lawn. So I went, and she tried to give me a few dollars with her bony, shaky hands. I refused, and ended up going back every few weeks for the entire Summer. One of the last times I went, she said ‘would you like a reading?’ I said ‘sure!’, so we went upstairs to this tiny room with a single window. The sun was coming through it, and it gave the whole room this kind of ethereal glow. She said ‘give me something,’ so I gave her a necklace I always wore, which was a family heirloom. She closed her eyes, held the necklace in both hands, and started talking, but her voice sounded like it was coming from a very faraway place. I don’t remember the entire reading, although it was recorded on an old cassette tape. The crazy thing was at one point she said ‘someone is here….he keeps saying ‘same age, same age.’ I had no idea what she was talking about, but she described a young brown haired guy, and told me he had a ‘J’ name. I had had a high school friend named John who had moved to NYC after graduation to pursue a stand-up comedy career, but I had lost touch with him (this was pre internet and cell phones) several years prior. I had heard he committed suicide about 2 years prior to this reading. The rumor was he had been high on drugs when he hung himself in his apartment, but I never got confirmation of that. So I told her I thought I knew who she was referrring to. She said ‘he needs you to know he didn’t mean to do it. He took something for fun, and it had no effect. So he took more and more, and it all hit him at once. He was not in his right mind when he did this, and he needs you to know this. He also wants you to tell his family this, and if you do, he says he will help watch over you the rest of your life.’ I was pretty stunned, and not exactly sure how to handle it. So when it was over, I took the recording of the reading, and gave it to a close friend of the family, who passed it on to them. They apparently said ‘thank you’ but I never heard from them again, and the moved away shortly after that.

Stories #2 and #3.

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