How unfortunate that people like the Fox sisters perpetuate hoaxes around such a serious matter and take advantage of the longing of people wishing to communicate with departed friends and family. We do survive physical death and for many, communication from the other side is a regular thing. Often, it is very subtle stuff that leaves you briefly doubting your own sanity, but not seriously, or for very long. A set of keys or other items you know you left in plain sight, on a bed, on a table, or elsewhere, yet when you briefly turn away or leave the room they are gone. Sometimes, there are others in the house with you, leaving you the logical conclusion that they were responsible somehow for the missing item. Even if they were nowhere near the now missing item when it went AWOL, your mind tells you it had to be their doing. But what about when you are totally alone at the time, especially if you live alone? You search the house for the missing item. You look in places where you know you did not have and did not leave the item. You check the same places multiple times but they are not there. Minutes, hours, rarely but maybe days later, you walk into the room where you thought you left it, and there it is, on the bed, on the table, right where you remembered leaving it. Logically, no one could have put it there, but there it is. Yeah, somebody on the other side is having some good-natured fun, messing with you. I have experienced it with keys, jewelry items, bags of stuff bought at the store, even drinks in a cup.
I once ran into an old friend who I had not seen in years. She was very distraught. Her late husband had a service pin from an organization he had been very involved with. She said he was proud of that pin and wore it everywhere. After his passing, she began to wear it everywhere as a means of holding him and his memory close to her. On the night we ran into each other, she said she had laid the pin on the bed in preparation of putting it on the shirt she would wear to work that night. She left the room briefly and returned and the pin was gone. She said she tore the house up, looked under the bed, even though there was no way it could have gotten under there, looked in the kitchen sink, everywhere, to no avail. I told her that I had experiences similar to this and for her not to worry, that there was a good chance the pin would be on the bed when she got home, or maybe another place she had already checked numerous times. She was doubtful but hopeful.
A few weeks later, I ran into this friend, again. She was at work and I approached her and said, “Well?” She was momentarily puzzled and said, “Well, what?” I asked if she found her husband’s pin. Her face lit up and she said, “It was just like you said! The next morning when I got home, the pin was laying on top of the bed in plain sight, right where I remembered putting it.” I told her that was him letting her know that he was still around. She said she knew, that she felt him around her, often.
I have been blessed to know many psychics and mediums, real ones, as personal friends. Lexington County once had a vibrant metaphysical community, with one lady and her husband hosting fun Halloween parties each year in the Gaston area before their health eventually left them and sadly, they left us. There was something cool to be said about being on the guest list at a Halloween party where you were surrounded by real-life Witches, psychics, and their families. Sadly, most of the ones I knew have crossed to the other side or I have otherwise lost contact with them.
As with anything, there are false psychics who prey on peoples’ emotions and need for connection to departed loved ones with false information. Those often engage in information phishing, throwing out a “detail” that most will have a resonance with, then building on that. If I were a fake psychic, I might tell you there is a short lady with grey hair standing beside you. Most will think of a beloved grandmother, mother, aunt, teacher, etc, that fits that vague description. Then I might tell you that her name has an “e” sound in it. Most will have someone fitting that description in their past (Bessie, Nancy, Betty, Marie, etc). If the fake psychic plays their mark correctly, they will volunteer info that the fraud can build on with other vague ambiguities and when the session is over, the poor mark believes the fraud was really in touch with someone that they knew and who has since departed from this side of the veil. When I meet a new psychic, I let them tell me stuff. I offer little or nothing in feedback upon which they can build and craft a semi-accurate contact. When they give me details, like telling me what a person I knew said, like something they frequently said, with words said in a way unique to the person they claim to be in contact with, or words arranged in an unusual way unique to that person, then I feel it is safe to assume I have a winner.
Beware many of the roadside psychics, oftentimes with a title like “Madam Montezuma’s House of Prayer” or similar. In my experience, they seem to have all read from the same “How To Be A Fake Psychic” book and their lines are so similar as to be laughable. On the rare occasion I decide to check one of them out, I have found a reliable bs indicator to be in this line they invariably throw out. “Make three wishes. Tell me one and keep the other two to yourself.” Once I hear that, it is time to go. Got another fake, here. They often say, “But don’t you want to know anything?” I reply that I just found out all I need to know as I give them a few dollars “for their time” and leave.
Frauds and fakes are not unique to the world of psychics. You have fraudulent and fake doctors, preachers, lawyers, and others; all far too willing to take advantage of a fellow human being’s desperation for their own personal gain.
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How unfortunate that people like the Fox sisters perpetuate hoaxes around such a serious matter and take advantage of the longing of people wishing to communicate with departed friends and family. We do survive physical death and for many, communication from the other side is a regular thing. Often, it is very subtle stuff that leaves you briefly doubting your own sanity, but not seriously, or for very long. A set of keys or other items you know you left in plain sight, on a bed, on a table, or elsewhere, yet when you briefly turn away or leave the room they are gone. Sometimes, there are others in the house with you, leaving you the logical conclusion that they were responsible somehow for the missing item. Even if they were nowhere near the now missing item when it went AWOL, your mind tells you it had to be their doing. But what about when you are totally alone at the time, especially if you live alone? You search the house for the missing item. You look in places where you know you did not have and did not leave the item. You check the same places multiple times but they are not there. Minutes, hours, rarely but maybe days later, you walk into the room where you thought you left it, and there it is, on the bed, on the table, right where you remembered leaving it. Logically, no one could have put it there, but there it is. Yeah, somebody on the other side is having some good-natured fun, messing with you. I have experienced it with keys, jewelry items, bags of stuff bought at the store, even drinks in a cup.
I once ran into an old friend who I had not seen in years. She was very distraught. Her late husband had a service pin from an organization he had been very involved with. She said he was proud of that pin and wore it everywhere. After his passing, she began to wear it everywhere as a means of holding him and his memory close to her. On the night we ran into each other, she said she had laid the pin on the bed in preparation of putting it on the shirt she would wear to work that night. She left the room briefly and returned and the pin was gone. She said she tore the house up, looked under the bed, even though there was no way it could have gotten under there, looked in the kitchen sink, everywhere, to no avail. I told her that I had experiences similar to this and for her not to worry, that there was a good chance the pin would be on the bed when she got home, or maybe another place she had already checked numerous times. She was doubtful but hopeful.
A few weeks later, I ran into this friend, again. She was at work and I approached her and said, “Well?” She was momentarily puzzled and said, “Well, what?” I asked if she found her husband’s pin. Her face lit up and she said, “It was just like you said! The next morning when I got home, the pin was laying on top of the bed in plain sight, right where I remembered putting it.” I told her that was him letting her know that he was still around. She said she knew, that she felt him around her, often.
I have been blessed to know many psychics and mediums, real ones, as personal friends. Lexington County once had a vibrant metaphysical community, with one lady and her husband hosting fun Halloween parties each year in the Gaston area before their health eventually left them and sadly, they left us. There was something cool to be said about being on the guest list at a Halloween party where you were surrounded by real-life Witches, psychics, and their families. Sadly, most of the ones I knew have crossed to the other side or I have otherwise lost contact with them.
As with anything, there are false psychics who prey on peoples’ emotions and need for connection to departed loved ones with false information. Those often engage in information phishing, throwing out a “detail” that most will have a resonance with, then building on that. If I were a fake psychic, I might tell you there is a short lady with grey hair standing beside you. Most will think of a beloved grandmother, mother, aunt, teacher, etc, that fits that vague description. Then I might tell you that her name has an “e” sound in it. Most will have someone fitting that description in their past (Bessie, Nancy, Betty, Marie, etc). If the fake psychic plays their mark correctly, they will volunteer info that the fraud can build on with other vague ambiguities and when the session is over, the poor mark believes the fraud was really in touch with someone that they knew and who has since departed from this side of the veil. When I meet a new psychic, I let them tell me stuff. I offer little or nothing in feedback upon which they can build and craft a semi-accurate contact. When they give me details, like telling me what a person I knew said, like something they frequently said, with words said in a way unique to the person they claim to be in contact with, or words arranged in an unusual way unique to that person, then I feel it is safe to assume I have a winner.
Beware many of the roadside psychics, oftentimes with a title like “Madam Montezuma’s House of Prayer” or similar. In my experience, they seem to have all read from the same “How To Be A Fake Psychic” book and their lines are so similar as to be laughable. On the rare occasion I decide to check one of them out, I have found a reliable bs indicator to be in this line they invariably throw out. “Make three wishes. Tell me one and keep the other two to yourself.” Once I hear that, it is time to go. Got another fake, here. They often say, “But don’t you want to know anything?” I reply that I just found out all I need to know as I give them a few dollars “for their time” and leave.
Frauds and fakes are not unique to the world of psychics. You have fraudulent and fake doctors, preachers, lawyers, and others; all far too willing to take advantage of a fellow human being’s desperation for their own personal gain.