Coming to believe the psychics she had contacted were as kosher as a ham sandwich, Louisa called me to get my opinion. After hearing her story, my blood began to boil – I detest psychic scam artists who manipulate people into thinking they’re powerless. Thankfully, Louisa learned her lesson, and then turned the tables on a trio of swindlers. Well done, Louisa!
Our friend Jane in Cleveland, Ohio knows where all the cool haunted houses are in her city. Recently, she gave my husband and I a tour of some wonderfully dilapidated old structures around Ohio City that may end up as termite food – that is, unless some spirited inhabitants have their say.
Kalisma called me because she was afraid of the lights. When I picked up the phone in my office to begin our Skype session, she urgently blurted out, “I’m so stressed out! I don’t know who to talk to, because I’m sure no one will take me seriously! But I need help! Can you help me? I don’t know who else to call!”
My ears pricked up when I heard several people around me talking about a ghost in the elevator. I immediately turned toward them. Usually, I’m reticent about eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, because I’m big on respecting someone’s privacy. But chatter about ghosts and a haunted elevator around a psychic medium – my radar switched on like a tracking station picking up an incoming missile.
Time travelers, UFO festivals, an electric man and cats that see spirit … welcome to Fortean Times, the magazine that collects the strangest news from around the world. No fake news here, Mr. President! So, in the spirit of good fun in the New Year, here are some of this month’s most intriguing tales from Fortean Times, journalism’s version of The Twilight Zone.
This season of good cheer can be a bitter time for those who carry sadness in their heart. Laurie was an attractive raven-haired woman in her late 20’s, with deep brown eyes and the kind of clear skin we all wish we’d had at her age. But in her soul, Laurie carried the weight of anger, and she wanted my advice on how she could get back at the man who was cheating on her.
Just because I like to have a sense of humour with my clients doesn’t mean I don’t take my work seriously. All joking (when appropriate) during sessions aside, I’ve trained for decades to be a reputable psychic medium, and I consider my reputation every time I pick up the phone or turn on Skype to help a client. So why is it some people don’t take my work sincerely?
Molly was looking for love in all the wrong places and, unfortunately, found Mr. Wrong. After a couple more Wrong turns, she booked a session with me over the telephone and asked me for some guidance in finding Mr. Right.
As I walked through the stable, I felt his presence: Here one moment, gone the next. Perhaps he was checking me out. I sensed he was there because of the horses. I turned to the group of five ladies who had invited me to their barn, located just outside of Burlington, Ontario. I’d come to read their horses, but found an unexpected ethereal resident on their property.
Doing energy work takes lots of energy. And after a few bad weeks where everything seemed to go wrong, I felt as squeezed as a well-worn tube of toothpaste. I needed a break – no, more than a break. I needed to go inside myself to regroup.