Adam Walsh
This post originally appeared on our blog during the first month of its existence. The psychic mentioned in the post, Renie Wiley, died in 2002. She was a wonderful friend and an amazing empath.
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Synchronicities often occur during highly charged emotional periods, when we’re experiencing major transitions in our lives. For a psychic, this kind of emotion is like skimming cream off the surface of milk.
This story is from Renie Wiley, a friend who lived in Cooper City, Florida. She was an empath, a psychic who tuned in to the emotions and physical body of whoever she was reading. Renie sometimes worked with cops on difficult cases. We observed her on several occasions and wrote an article on her psychic detective work for Fate Magazine. She died in 2002.
The following story illustrates an aspect of synchronicity – precognition. (Note: I think precognition was the wrong term for this. Clairvoyance fits better; she was tuning in on an event that already had happened).
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In early 1982, Renie and a cop from the Cooper City police department were driving near a mall in Hollywood, Florida, where Adam Walsh had last been seen on July 27, 1981, while shopping with his mother. The cop hoped Renie might be able to pick up something psychically about Adam – where he was, what had happened to him, who had abducted him. At this point, the police suspected he had been kidnapped, but didn’t have any leads. Renie often had an object that belonged to the victim she hoped to tune in on, but she didn’t have anything of Adam’s. Yet, posters of the boy had been plastered across South Florida, his huge, innocent eyes supplicating, begging for help. His face had been burned into the collective consciousness and that seemed to be all that Renie needed.
Within a few miles of the mall, Renie’s hands suddenly flew to her throat. She started choking, gasping for air. The cop had worked with her often enough to understand she was picking up something related to Adam and quickly sped away from the area. Several miles later, he swerved to the side of the road. By then, Renie was sobbing.
“Adam,” she whispered, “was decapitated.”
Not long afterward, the head of the six-year-old boy was found in a field in Vero Beach, more than a hundred miles north of the Hollywood mall.
If there is a Light in this tragedy, it is that the unspeakably horrific death of little Adam has created a world-wide organization, several, in fact, in Adam’s name and headed by his Dad, John Walsh, that continue to result in the capture of many, many pedophiles and the finding of children who have been abducted. I cannot imagine, simply cannot imagine, the nightmare Adam’s parents experienced. And what a remarkable gift, to turn their precious child’s torture into such a positive force. Adam didn’t die in vain, and that is a blessing for which all of us, as parents, can be so grateful. Perhaps his Soul chose to sacrifice his life as a means of saving so many other little ones. I like to think that it happened that way. It somehow lessens the pain.
THis is painful to read. This should never, NEVER, happen.
Only tangentially related, but although I haven’t read many Jodi Picoult books, her latest, Leaving Time, is a wonderful read, especially in the character of the psychic, Serenity. She introduces this character in advanced in this short story, https://www.amazon.com/Where-Theres-Smoke-Short-Story-ebook/dp/B00KCQOZGW.
Thanks, Adelita. I’ll check out the link!
Adam went missing on my third birthday. I was still living in CT at the time and obviously was unaware of the case. However, when I was in third grade, in FL, our teacher told us about Adam and a police officer came to the class to talk to us about ‘stranger danger.’ I went home and asked my mom all about the case, what she knew, and couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks. I cried for this little boy that I never met for days…all at eight years old. That case had a powerful impact on me as a child and I’ve never forgotten it. I still get a tugging feeling when I think of the case. Such a sad and powerful one.
You just look at his cute little face and feel sad.
What a sad, sad story. And what a painful gift for her to have.
It was painful for her at times.
Gosh, I was hoping for a happy ending, but life isn’t always like that. Renie must have had a remarkable talent – if that’s the right word.
Yeah, no happy ending. I’m not sure what you call that kind ability – talent, curse, blessing…
All of the above.