While in college and a skeptic of anything psychic, John Edward had a reading with a…you guessed it….a psychic. She told him that he was…well, psychic and that one day he would be seen as a teacher who helps people.
He says the people on the other side give him pictures in his mind to guide him to the living person he needs to give a message to. Although, the experts that study him say, he uses mentalist techniques of hot and cold reading.
The psychic has seven titles. Two television shows, Crossing Over with John Edward, and John Edward Cross Country. He admits to heavily editing his shows “to fine-tune them.” Others feel its to hide his misses.
He also has a website Click here to visit if you like . He charges 500 dollars for a private reading.
OUCH! I still feel if you really want to help the dead deliver a message to the living to help them…why so much?
However, in my research on Mr. Edward, I didn’t find any evidence condemning him as a fraud. Even Anderson Cooper seemed convinced that he’s the real thing. You can see a portion of the interview here
What do you think?
I’LL BE THE ONE WITH THE CHOCOLATE
Thursday, May 2, 2013, I’ll be at the Orlando Hilton, at the FLA Conference. From 2:45 to 4 PM, I will be selling and signing copies of Secondhand Shoes. I’ll have a box of chocolates to share with everyone, too.
Address: 6001 Destination Pkwy
Orlando, FL 32819
Lila’s Journey, Book II, Killer Stilettos
To my surprise, Vinny sat back and blinked his eyes twice. “But I swear, I never aimed my gun at you.”
“Maybe you didn’t aim it at me, but my friend B.J. is dead now and Cynthia has an injury to the side of her head. So did you kill and injure my friends?!” Heat flushed through my body. My pulse sped up.
Vinny lowered his head.
“Yeah. Just what I thought. Loser!”
“Please. You have to forgive me,” Vinny said between faint sobs.
“You need to ask God for forgiveness. From what I know, you’re bound for hell.”
“Please, you can’t let me go there.” Vinny raised his head, teary blue eyes peered at me. “You have to help me, please.” For a ghost, he cried like a baby. Snot pooled at the top of his upper lip and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t know if I can help you,” I said in a calm tone. The sight of his urgency and fear made me feel a little more powerful. Something I didn’t exactly possess a few days ago when he and Max held me captive. But a part of my felt sorry for the idiot. I hate it when people cried in front of me. Even creepy ghosts.
“What can I do to fix what I did?”
My mind file clerk came out of hiding and a thought popped into my head. “Right now, you can stand over and guard me until my Gram returns. And I’ll figure out the rest.”
Okay. This concludes my post for today. Now its time to make my blog rounds.
Hugs and chocolate,