I am a psychic … and a film producer. My newest work was also being turned into a Broadway play –- needless to say, I have a busy schedule. I needed to be in New York City on February 10, 2009. My associates and I left for San Francisco airport on February 8, taking the Newark/Continental flight to NYC.
The flight there was great — first class, sunny skies, smooth. We stayed at the Algonquin Hotel in NYC where there are a lot of ghosts there — Dorothy Parker, a writer in the 1920s, and her round table of writers and celebrities still hang out there. I can feel them, especially in the hotel rooms — a lot of great ideas come to me at that hotel.
The last evening I was there, I saw a ghost in my room — a woman in a walker. She sat at the edge of my bed and said, “Stay on course … go home, go straight home.”
Aunt Ann was in Buffalo at that time. I love her like a mother, since both of my parents died in a car accident. Aunt Ann said, “You cannot leave without seeing me. You are 3,000 miles away … I will fix you pasta.” I was thinking about changing my flight schedule to visit her … but the old woman in the walker sat on my bed and said, “She’ll forgive you … go straight home.”
I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, but I knew the ghost in the walker wouldn’t have come to me if there wasn’t a problem … so I called my aunt and told her I’d come see her next time I was in NYC. She cried and said in Italian, “I’ll be dead then.” I felt awful –- at the time, she was very ill and didn’t end up speaking to me for six months.
As I was checking out of the hotel, the old lady in the walker waved goodbye and said, “I’ll see you next time.” I always stay at the Algonquin, but this is the first time I had seen the lady in the walker.
As soon as we entered the airport, I felt an explosion, people screaming, metal crunching. My associates watched me sweat and run to the ladies room. I had a premonition. I knew something was wrong — everything was wrong.
I remembered the old lady’s words, “Go straight home.” I got on the plane and I told my associate, “I feel something awful is going to happen.” Terrible thing to say to someone on a plane. On the way home, my associate took photos of the clouds, and we still have this one photo that looks like an old lady in a walker. The flight attendant asked to see it and showed it to the pilots … they were amazed. The flight home was terrifying, bumpy, and people were scared. I wasn’t as worried because I held onto the thought of the old woman and what she had said back at the hotel to me, “I’ll see you next time.” For me, I knew this was a good sign from my Spirit Guides.
After we landed, I told my associate that I felt death all around me — I felt the plane was going to crash. She knows that I’m a psychic and the next day she called me and said, “The plane crashed. What you felt happened, turn the news on.” The same flight we were just on crashed the very next day in Buffalo. There had been ice on the wing, and everyone on board had died. It was the flight that I was going to take to see my aunt in Buffalo. The old woman in the walker, the ghost I saw in the Algonquin, she helped me save my life …