A Precognitive Glance: The Touch of Knowing

It was around 1995, I was in my mid 20s’. My parents lived in a small hamlet near Marlborough, Wiltshire — a place steeped in spiritual history. I often drove the familiar route from Chichester to visit them, winding through the landscape of southern England.

The Marlborough area lies close to some of the most mystical sites in Britain — Silbury Hill, Avebury Stone Circle, and the Kennet Long Barrow. Silbury Hill, built around 2400 BC, is the largest man‑made mound in Europe. Avebury, older than Stonehenge, stands as a vast circle of megaliths that have watched over the land for millennia. Many people believe this landscape hums with ancient energy — a quiet rhythm that connects earth, spirit, and time.

One Sunday afternoon, after visiting my parents, I did something unusual before setting off home. I placed my hand on the left‑hand passenger headlight — in a very specific spot — without knowing why.

The following Monday, as I approached the car, I noticed a hole exactly where my fingers had rested. The glass had been struck by a stone on my journey home in that exact spot. I was gobsmacked. Somehow, I had sensed it — a day before it happened — looking back, with hindsight, perhaps it was a spirit guide gently nudging me to listen to my intuition?

That small moment left me wondering over the decades, how did I know? The solution to the reflection only came in much later life. This wasn’t my first spiritual experience. In my early twenties, I’d had other glimpses – moments of precognition, mediumship, or psychic insight — though back then, I didn’t pay them much attention and just thought it was, ‘normal’. The ‘spiritual radio’ was on; I just wasn’t really listening to it.