Why would I want to be psychic, it takes the surprise out of life?
And if, as you say, everyone has the ability, how do I develop mine?

I answer both questions with a story, usually of a time when I was in
London, England, shopping in one of the world’s great bargain centres – Camden Town – A beautiful sunny morning, money in my pocket, and quite by happenstance I find myself in one of my favourite haunts – definitely high on life that morning, feeling fabulous. Stopped in a little covered market, poking my way through the stalls, oblivious to everything but my good spirits and the merchandize around, when suddenly I felt a bolt of bad energy coming at me over my left shoulder. I whipped around just in time to stop a pickpocket from cutting the lap pouch off my shoulder… I was so stunned, I wasn’t sure it had actually happened – the young man just seemed to shrink into the crowd as I demanded to know what he was doing…. then, a few minutes later someone else wasn’t so lucky and I saw the fellows scurrying away under tables, with their next victim in full chase…. Thanks to my psychic self, I put the lap pouch safely around my waist and continued on my merry way. Soon after, I noticed the signs posted all over Camden Town to beware of the pickpockets.

That is only one of many times when being psychic, being tuned in to the energy around me, saved the day. Continue reading →