My Encounter with a Great Train Robber

At the time it was all somewhat alarming, disturbing and scary and I half wanted to believe that this man, and a couple of his mates were indeed train robbers. I believed whilst simultaneously disbelieving the interesting tales this man told me. And I was definitely way too scared, for reasons that ill become apparent later to go to the Police with my tale.

I had not long been in Western Australia and had just completed a term of duty teaching for Meekatharra School of the Air on a remote outback sheep station out of Cue. After the school term finished I took a ride a few hundred miles up the gravel track to the next largest town, Port Hedland and there I got a job as a barmaid at the local Pier Hotel. I was only a 'young chicken' at the time and am unsure if the year was 1969 or 1970. I suspect it may have been late69/early 70.

This man came to the pub just about every day after completing whatever work he was engaged in, and this was most usually around 3pm. He was a friendly, likable, humorous and affable fellow and it was not too long before we got quite chatty with each other. His age group was closer to that of my fathers than mine but for reasons that will soon become apparent he particularly felt urged to chat to me.

One day, as I was having my break he asked me to go join him for a drink, which I did. He asked a few questions about my background and somewhere along the line I mentioned that I had been brought up by a mother who was always reading tea leaves and palms. He jokingly told me to take a look at his palm. People more often do so out of a sense of vanity than out of interest in your capabilities.

So I peered into his hand and this 'reading' was also to become my first reading given to a total stranger. I remember seeing many things in his palm and all off a sudden held my breath as I saw a vision of a train and, as more details came into view I asked him if he was Ronald Biggs. He too seemed more than a little shaken.

Though I rarely recall what I tell anyone when doing a reading I remember many details because he later spoke often about them with me.

Only recently have my encounters with this man come back to my mind. Whether or not the man was Ronald Biggs he nonetheless received many predictions that later came true for Ronald Biggs.

The next day when I saw him at work he once again invited me to have a drink with him on my break; which I did. This time he had a couple of friends with him who he wanted me to meet. Soon after I sat down he told me where I lived and this stalking behavior continued for at least a week and he would daily report to me my movements beyond the hotel. Eventually he told me that I was trustworthy.

We did become quite friendly and I always knew when he had arrived at the hotel as he would put some coin in the jukebox and play the song "Freight Train" by Duane Eddy.

He also told me that he was once picked up by the local police for drink driving and had given his name as Ronald Biggs and that the officer had appeared to take completely no notice. I cannot clearly remember what he was called at that time, but it may have been "Mike". One of his off-siders was nicknamed "Red".

He explained to me that he had a very complex system for sending mail and messages around the world and after one of my more upsetting predictions came true I received a postcard from him. Though it was not signed Ronald biggs!!

We also all did a bit of partying and drinking together and often visited the local nightclub after the hotels had closed. He seemed to be` an honourable man who took an almost paternal interest in looking after me. One evening he came to me poker-faced and told me he was going on a long journey by sea and that he was getting picked up out of town in the wee hours of the morning and that he had come by to say goodbye to me. I wished him the best and he asked for some reassurances about his future. I never saw him or his friends again after that night.

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