It started with my cousin. She was a full-time, practicing psychic. People came from all over California for her “readings”, at which she claimed an approximately 85% accuracy. One day, while in my 40’s, I decided to get a reading from her. Extremely skeptical—although I’d known her all my life and knew she wasn’t a con artist—I arrived, fully expecting a lot of lucky guesses on her part. An hour later, I left dazed and confused. How did she know that my husband and I were deliberating over which of two investment opportunities to take. We hadn’t mentioned this to anyone, not even anyone in my family or my husband’s. The one my cousin advised against—and which we didn’t take, fortunately—ended up in bankruptcy a year later. There were other revelations that day that proved true in the months to come.
I became intrigued by this strange phenomena known as ESP, or sometimes
psi. Whatever you called it, it was known as “extrasensory perception”.
My cousin claimed to be a “clairvoyant”, or able to “see” what most
humans cannot see. Her insights into people, their health, and other
personal facts were amazing to me. People in my family both welcomed and
dreaded her phone calls. It was often: “You’ve got diabetes,” “You have
a cancerous tumor in your bladder. See a doctor immediately”, “Your
appendix is infected. Get yourself to a hospital now!” One close friend
of the family received one of her calls. She told her that her brother
was dying of cancer and that this friend should call him as soon as
possible. The friend insisted that her thirty-five year-old brother was
perfectly healthy and they’d just spoken days before. However, my cousin
persisted and prevailed, even over objections of the friend’s brother.
Two weeks later, the friend’s brother called back. He’d seen a doctor,
had gotten a series of tests, and his prognosis was grim. He died a year
later after a valiant battle against cancer.
When I probed my
cousin, she explained the genesis of her visions and revelations. As a
child of eight, she began having dreams. Some occurred at night while
she slept, while others happened as daytime visions. A recurring vision
puzzled her but one day it suddenly made sense. Her parents—my aunt and
uncle—had announced that they were moving to Hollister, California and
had just bought a house with property attached. My cousin “knew” what it
looked like and proceeded to describe it to her parents, who hadn’t
shown pictures of it to anyone. What she described, from the house to
the trees, driveway and outbuildings, matched the place her parents had
just put a down payment on.
The difference between a true psychic and a charlatan, or someone who
uses trickery and seeks profit or notoriety? Only one does it for
monetary gain. True psychics, as do the psychic women in ATHENA’S
SECRETS (Book One, THE DELPHI BLOODLINE Series) share their gifts
quietly and gratuitously.
Like my cousin.
Donna Del Oro