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Extra Sensory Perception, ESP, is something most of us experience accidentally…like sometimes knowing who’s on the phone before we answer it…but village folk in the Pacific still take it as a matter of fact, daily occurrence.

Here is one clear example from Papua New Guinea…so we’ll let Bernie tell his own story.

 

 

 

“We were up a dirty great hill, out past the Vicarba river. The truck was an Izuzu 6 by 6 fixed body, with three big concrete pipes on the back. I had four local blokes in the front, and another twenty of them sitting on the pipes. So we go up this this hill, with just a bulldozer track on the side, and it’s so steep all I can see is sky.

Now this truck had no brakes; it had a rotten habit of jumping out of gear in low range; and I don’t think the clutch worked either.. but the steering wheel was pretty good. I know it was good, because there were five of us hanging on to it later.

We got fifty feet from the top of this hill, when the bloody thing jumped out of gear. I’m an expert on trucks, this was the first one I’d ever driven, so I thought the smartest thing was to try and put it back in gear – and have you noticed something – when you put your foot on the brake and there is no brake – it goes faster !

Well we started going back down that hill, and, as there was no chance of us going down backwards, I turned the wheel into the edge of the track. But we had too much pace, the back wheel sort of tipped up, the truck rolled over.. and we just kept rolling down this dirty big hill.

The pipes went first. They went one way, and most of the local blokes the other. All us fellas inside grabbed the steering wheel, and it was being a bit of confetti, as we rolled down, and down. I don’t know how many times we rolled, but I can remember looking out and seeing the whole bank of batteries go flying off like ping pong balls.

When we finally hit bottom, came to rest, and untangled ourselves, all the blokes in the cabin were injured, (I think that was from me jumping on top of them). There were a few broken arms, and the odd broken leg, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a bag of plaster of paris.

Anyway, Matey Bob came along just then and found us. We put the injured guys in his truck, and took of flat chat for Port Moresby. But the strange thing happened at Vicarba bridge. 

When we came roaring up the road, there was the whole village lined up in front of us, armed to the teeth with bows, arrows, and spears .It was the old eye for an eye, and they wanted revenge on us for the injuries. To stop, would of course, be to die, so Matey Bob flattened it and we went roaring through with spears and arrows bouncing off the truck. That didn’t worry me, but how on earth did they know what had happened before we got there? The hill, where we rolled, was thirty mile through dense jungle from the village. There was definitely no other vehicles, two way radios, or telephone..so no possible way for them to have known before we got there. Yet they sure did.” .

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