Jessica Redfield Ghawi


I feel oddly connected to Jessica Redfield Ghawi. She is not someone I had ever met. She is not even someone who was in my consciousness until I read a tweet on the early morning of Friday July 20, 2012 that shared one of her last blog posts. Jessica Redfield, who was tragically murdered in what is now being called the Batman Movie Massacre, narrowly missed being killed in a similar shooting in a Toronto Mall only one month prior to this event. She described how a feeling kept her from being in the line of fire. Something told her to leave and she listened to it.


I can’t get this odd feeling out of my chest. This empty, almost sickening feeling won’t go away. I noticed this feeling when I was in the Eaton Center in Toronto just seconds before someone opened fire in the food court. An odd feeling which led me to go outside and unknowingly out of harm‘s way. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how a weird feeling saved me from being in the middle of a deadly shooting.

What started off as a trip to the mall to get sushi and shop, ended up as a day that has forever changed my life. I was on a mission to eat sushi that day, and when I’m on a mission, nothing will deter me. When I arrived at the Eaton Center mall, I walked down to the food court and spotted a sushi restaurant. Instead of walking in, sitting down and enjoying sushi, I changed my mind, which is very unlike me, and decided that a greasy burger and poutine would do the trick. I rushed through my dinner. I found out after seeing a map of the scene, that minutes later a man was standing in the same spot I just ate at and opened fire in the food court full of people. Had I had sushi, I would’ve been in the same place where one of the victims was found.




On Thursday July 19 I was feeling in a very deep funk. I am an intuitive clairvoyant and sometimes I see visions that I don’t entirely understand. Before 9/11 I had many odd dreams about plane crashes. It is like I am an observer, especially in my dreams, and I am powerless to do anything about the images I see. I experience the emotions at times but I have no way of piecing things together. If I was able to see the event before it happens it would be difficult to convince anyone of what it is I am seeing. It is hardly an exact science.


Years ago I led a group to the spiritual pilgrimage of Medjugorje in Yugoslavia. This was in late 1988 before the area became a war zone. I was driving with some friends through the city of Mostar. We passed over a very ancient bridge and I felt overwhelmed with grief. There was no reason that we could determine. I sobbed for a brief moment and as quickly as it came the feeling passed. I found out years later that that particular bridge was destroyed in the war between the Bosnians and the Serbs.

I was so out of sorts on Thursday that I even wore dark glasses into a restaurant. This is not like me. I felt grief stricken and completely depleted. I finally prayed for answers and made a connection to my own Guides. I heard clearly the message that “something murderous” was about to happen. I was somehow feeling it and was experiencing the grief. I personally believe that some of us are open to the different frequencies in the universe. In some way I hope that a part of my soul could have been there during the tragedy to help those who were confused and frightened by being forced out of this life so quickly and senselessly. I have no proof of this. I only pray that this is true. Otherwise my awareness of this in the form of a premonition seems useless. I know I could not have stopped the tragedy because I wasn’t given enough information. That was not the reason for the vision. But I hope that my love and concern added to the love and concern of the other people in this country and around the world can help give these people safe passage to the world beyond this one.

I know this world is a place of challenge and tribulation. As they say “we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” I truly believe that our thoughts and emotions can change the course of things. Jessica Redfield was tuned into this energy and was spared during the first tragedy in Toronto. She was able to write about it so eloquently to remind us of the preciousness of life and how it can be changed in a moment. She only lived on this earth a short time but she was loved and she expressed her own love of this world in her writing. I would have liked to have met her. I hope in some way my soul was able to help hers make the transition into her next journey.

Many prayers to the victims of the senseless Aurora shootings and may this world be protected from further loss of this kind. May we all be granted the sense of safety that is our birth right and may we pull together to create the world God wants for us.



Deborah Herman