There are no magic beans

There are no magic beans

I stopped believing in God on a Monday in 1967. At Sunday School the day before, we made Jesus in fuzzy felt with palm trees, a manger and a pretty star. I used a nice yellow felt for the star. The teacher in Sunday School told us about prayer. We could have anything...
Five stories of a medium

Five stories of a medium

Or: that time her dead relatives spotted pot growing on her balcony… I was interviewed recently about what it’s like to be a medium and give clairvoyant readings. Don’t think I grew up knowing I was psychic –  far from it. I was the opposite....
A Near Death Experience In Paris

A Near Death Experience In Paris

Three days before flying home from Paris last year, I had a near death experience. I knew with the dazzling clarity of a burning bush my plane would be shot from the sky and I’d perish in a fiery ball of, well, fire.   This wasn’t a prediction, or a...
14 Years In A Cult

14 Years In A Cult

First off, let me say everything you’ve ever read about Scientology is true – except maybe where Tom Cruise can fly. He can’t fly. Neither can that ashtray you yell at for three hours on the $1500 Scientology basic course. As a confused 17 year old, Scientology...
I Was A Snotty Kid

I Was A Snotty Kid

If I read one more psychic’s life story where they popped out of the womb with glowing auras and ready to channel, I’ll scream. Not me. I was too busy feeling overwhelmed by the hugeness of the world to enjoy being psychic – whatever that meant. Being born an...

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