by Mace Spurlock

Created on: May 20, 2007

Talking to the Dead

A frozen rain and snow mix covered the ground as I left the house. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of blowing off the 140-mile road trip to Florence, Kentucky. I could think of a dozen reasons to jump back into bed and only one reason to brave the winter weather curiosity.

I opened the car door, adjusted the seat and turned the ignition. Suddenly the distinctive voice of Gordon Lightfoot flowed from my radio speakers. "If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell, just like an old time movie, bout a ghost from a wishing well"

The hair on the nape of my neck stood up and that song cinched it. Even a blizzard couldn't keep me from receiving my first psychic reading.

About four weeks earlier I emailed an Indianapolis psychic requesting an interview for an article I was thinking of writing. It took her two weeks to reply and when she did it was to ask questions about the nature of the proposed article.

I wrote back that with renewed interest in psychic phenomenon, evidenced by the Court TV show Psychic Detective and the new hit NBC series, Medium, I thought readers might be interested in her work.

Within a few days the psychic sent me a rather terse email stating she was not seeking media attention at this time. A couple of days later came the invitation to the reading Gordon Lightfoot convinced me to attend.

My Indianapolis psychic and a Kentucky counterpart were holding a reading for around six or eight people in Kentucky and since I had expressed interest in their work, I was invited to receive a free reading. Because the two women have no desire whatsoever for media attention, I'll call them Beverly from Indy and Jan from Kentucky.

I arrived in Florence about an hour and a half before the scheduled group reading. I stopped in a strip mall parking lot and pulled out the email directions and phone number Jan had sent me. Large snowflakes fell as I dialed.

A vibrant cheery "Hello" filled my ear.

"Is this Jan?" I inquired.

"Yes Jeff, it's me."

I didn't ask how she knew it was me. I told the friendly psychic I arrived a bit early and asked if she would mind if I came over. She said, "I wish you would."

I arrived at Jan's comfortable condo about five minutes later, meeting her husband who introduced me to her.

"I'm glad you're here," Jan said shaking my hand, "Your father has been here all morning."

"My father!" I said shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Well, he says he's your father, Jan laughed.

When Jan is scheduled to do readings, she prays

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