Local psychics look for Steve Fossett

The search for the famed adventurer goes from the physical to the metaphysical

Miss Terry tries to divine the whereabouts of missing adventurer Steve Fossett.

Miss Terry tries to divine the whereabouts of missing adventurer Steve Fossett.

On the morning of Sept. 3, adventurer Steve Fossett took to the air in a single-engine plane with four to five hours of fuel on board and an unknown flight plan, leaving nothing but question marks behind. For the next month, countless missions were flown in search of Fossett. Satellite imagery was deployed. Hundreds of square miles of desert was kicked up by ground teams. Armchair searchers scoured freshly produced Google Earth maps of the area, pixel by pixel, looking for some kind of answer, only to raise new and even more frustrating questions.

Fossett’s disappearance transcends the headlines and, ultimately, even the massive, on-again-off-again month-long search itself. The urgency is that a human life is at stake—that the purgatory of not knowing what happened and how is pure anguish for those who know and love the man. In a sense, not knowing is far worse than knowing, no matter how horrific or how miraculous the final answer may turn out to be.

There are still many who steadfastly cling to the hope that Fossett will be found alive, that the 63-year-old is, above all else, a survivor. But more than a month later, the mystery is still unfolding, and the search continues in fits and starts—but there’s no physical sign of the man.

Metaphysically, however, the door remains wide open.

Miss Terry
Throughout the ordeal, area psychics have received distinct impressions on what could have happened to the intrepid, world-famous adventurer: where to look, and if and when Fossett will even be found. Historically, there have been notable headlines about gifted psychics successfully assisting law enforcement with missing-person cases and unsolved crimes. Few will actually go on record with their predictions.

Miss Terry of Carson City is one of them. She’s an instrumental vehicle in two cases involving the location of missing aircraft, pilots and passengers. With a distinct Austrian accent, gentle eyes and soothing voice, she receives kinetic-based impressions from tangible items.

“I have [Fossett’s] picture in my hands, then I close my eyes, and I see it,” Miss Terry explains. “I saw a lake and a ‘W.’ I know it was Walker Lake, [but] he’s not in a body of water. It’s funny, because I got West 119 and North 38, and that’s right [where they’re looking]. It was exactly what I had drawn on the map. I tried four or five maps and always came to the same location. There’s a forest there. I don’t know. I’ve never been there. I saw a lot of thick brush, and the plane coming down. I don’t know if it was on fire. I only saw smoke. My feeling was they will find him because [in the vision] they brought him out. I saw a three or a seven—what could be three days, seven days; three weeks, seven weeks; three months, seven months. It could be in the spring. He’s not that far away from where he took off. They might go up with horses or dune buggies. It’s really hard to find him with planes because they’re too high up.”

Miss Terry’s first psychic experience occurred at age 5 when she predicted her cousin’s heart attack.

“It scared my mom to death. As I got older, I would see more.”

Immigrating to America at age 23, Miss Terry became increasingly aware of issues—even disease—in people passing by. Along with the believers naturally come skeptics of psychic phenomena. Some people, she says, do not want to know more.

“That’s OK. Everybody has to do their own thing. I just tell them what the Spirit is telling me. If they go with it, they’re fine. It comes through. But if they go a different direction, that’s OK, too. I tell [them], ‘I don’t make your future—you do, so you need to prepare, to listen, or do what you need to do.’”

She expresses a disdain for neon-shingle-hanging, fortune-teller types who charge high fees and insist their clients continually return so the psychic can light some candles. “You need to be a strong person. If you don’t believe in [this] stuff—don’t go. I never tell people, ‘You have to come back.’ I say, ‘When you’re ready and need to know something, call me.’”

Theresa Peacock
Callers speculating about Fossett in the days following his disappearance consulted Reno psychic Theresa Peacock on her Blogtalkradio.com show, “Messages from Above & Beyond.” Peacock, 49, has been “psychic from birth,” and has 28 years of experience seeing, foreseeing and conducting psychic readings. Using tarot cards, Peacock spoke of Fossett on her Sept. 6 episode, when her initial impressions contrasted those of her seer-peer.

“I am curious to know about a pilot lost in the area,” queried a Minden-area woman.

“I saw that on the news,” Peacock said, adding, “I think, right now, it’s still a rescue.”

Psychic Theresa Peacock feels Fossett is underwater, possibly at the bottom of Walker Lake.

Perusing the tarot while the caller waited, Peacock attuned to an uplifting message.

“Yes! Don’t lose hope, everybody. They’re going to find him.”

“So he’s alive?” the caller pressed.

“He is alive. … But he did crash, obviously. People don’t want to admit it; everybody’s fearing the worst. They’re afraid he’s gone, but [the cards] say he’s not. I hope I’m right on this.”

Asking exactly where Fossett vanished, the caller urged Peacock to “narrow it down.”

Turning back to the tarot, Peacock seemed abruptly puzzled.

“Well now, I thought [authorities] just said they looked at Walker Lake …”

“That’s what I was thinking,” the caller responded. “It’s funny you say that. Wow.”

“I really think he’s around Walker Lake.”

“When do you see them finding him?” the caller asked.

Peacock hesitated, then told listeners that the deck repeatedly revealed both the number 4 and 9, and that Fossett possibly could be discovered at 4 a.m. or p.m. the following day. She noted, “I don’t think it’s another four days … I do think he has a head injury. That’s why he hasn’t radioed; the radio’s out, something of this nature. They do find him; he’s alive and does need medical attention when they find him.”

But by Oct. 3, Peacock’s impressions—without the tarot deck—had dramatically shifted.

“I really feel he’s underwater,” she said via phone. “I don’t know if a wind came up suddenly, and he lost control. I just see him at the bottom of Walker Lake. I don’t think he died instantly, but he was pinned and couldn’t get out. [That’s] what I see. I don’t know if this is correct information, but this is what I get. Not instant death—that’s why the tracker thing didn’t go off, because he was submerged. I think part of the grand scheme, the reason it happened, is because they uncovered [other] wrecks. That’s part of this, so other people have closure. I really don’t know when he’s going to be found—if he’s going to be found. [I keep seeing] the number 14. I have no idea what that means.”

Peacock advises clients that she simply can’t connect with roughly 1-in-500 people, that her impressions aren’t always accurate.

“I can misinterpret. I definitely state that a lot because I get [information] in symbols. It’s always the right information, but I can misinterpret what I’m seeing.

Miss Terry agrees.

“Nobody’s 100-percent right,” she says. “Otherwise, you would be God.”