I had just come out of the church service at the Baptist Church in Creighton Avenue East Finchley. It had been a harvest festival service and I was eight and three quarter years old. Leaving the church to go home I suddenly stopped at the tree outside. There was an ant crawling up it. As I watched the ant, God spoke to me and asked what I wanted. “Money, power etc.” No said I, I want the gift of premonitions.
As I skipped home that day I remember thinking, if I have premonitions then there must be a true God. Over many decades I have indeed had many such premonition experiences. Here is just one of them.
In 2001 I was working as a commercial pilot, flying instructor and examiner at Panshanger airfield. Some weeks before I had read that engine failures in aircrafts occur on average every 104,000 hours. I knew this to be untrue as flying instructor, Piers, had had one every 1000 hours or so. He had had seven up to date.
So as I mentioned this to Simon, my student, I suddenly found myself saying, “I’m going to have an engine failure.” He asked when and surprising I answered, in the next few weeks!
The following week, sitting down at the flying club with one of the other flying instructors, I said I shared with Lars “I had a premonition that I’m going to have an engine failure next week and I’m telling you this as normally when I tell someone these things; it usually doesn’t happen”.
The following week, on Sunday, I was picking my head phones and map etc., up out of the boot of the car to go flying. I left my phone in the boot as it hadn’t been charged the night before and it was nearly flat. As I turned to go to the plane I suddenly thought, I will need it, so hastily I collected it from the boot.
As we took off in the Cessna 152 I really didn’t feel like flying, I found myself hanging on to the straps on the passenger side, I couldn’t relax. Just north east of Duxford there was a loud bang and the engine started to vibrate and lose power; the engine revs stabilised at 1700 from the normal 2350. We were coming down at 150 foot per minute. I made a May Day call to Duxford then looked for somewhere to land. Newmarket race course grounds looked a good place to land but I changed my mind as I was sure to get into the papers with a statement such as “Plane narrowly misses £5 million of race horse”
I then saw a field some distance away but didn’t fancy the long walk to the farm house or the large bill to extract the plane!.
Finally I chose a very small field just north of the M11. Unusually we had to land out of the wind, in a north westerly direction, due to a small wood on the north east side. We landed with about 5-6G of landing force deceleration due to the two foot high thick matted Maize crop.
As I got out of the plane there was a man walking towards us who was shouting, I’m a paramedic, are you all right?” I said yes thanks. As all three of us walked to the gate close by at the edge of the field the paramedic asked where I had come from and what did I do. I was eager to fill him in. After some minutes of chat I said I really must get hold of the farmer and get back to the airfield. To my disbelief, the paramedic replied, ‘That’s ok I know the farmer, I’ll give him a ring’. 15 minutes later my student and I were sitting in a very large lovely conservatory, reading the Sunday papers, drinking tea and eating toast and marmalade. Stuart the aviation mechanic duly arrived, arrangements were made to recover the plane and pay for the crop damage.
A true miracle that no one was injured and that, in all the fields in the world, a paramedic had to walk into mine.
Submitted by a congregation memberTags: Magazine, Testimony