The Bad Psychic

Ronald MacDonald was a bad psychic. Growing up on the hardscrabble streets of Punta Gorda, his childhood dream was simple: to help people understand that there is more to life than just the physical world. And also -- no, he's not friends with the Hamburgler, so just shut the hell up about it. Ronald's first …

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I Was a 12-Year-Old Psychic

Back in the early '80s, things were innocent. I cherished my ribbon barrettes, my dog Princess, and my life-sized poster of The Hardy Boys. Sure, Parker was okay, but it was Shaun who stole my heart. And much like the ancient prophet Nostradamus, I predicted stuff, too. Uh oh!...I'm having another vision...I see you, dear …

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Chitchatting with the Dead

Whenever I learn about something a little out of the ordinary in life, I usually question its validity. Well, at first. It's not like I don't believe anything, because, given enough time to analyze it, I feel everything is possible. But I've got to see some solid tangible evidence in my own life experiences or …

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