When Jeffrey Wands was six years old, he met his great grandmother Mary. She had been dead for twenty-three years.
Gifted psychic Jeffrey Wands's connection with his great grandmother was the first step in a remarkable journey that has led to his current status as one of the most acclaimed and successful psychics in the country. Now, in The Psychic in You, he traces his development as a psychic and describes what it's like to grow up with such an extraordinary gift. Using a series of compelling and dramatic anecdotes, he illustrates the joys -- and the pain -- that this faculty has brought him.
The Psychic in You is a book of incredible stories told in the most down-to-earth and readable way. And underpinning this exceptional narrative is Jeffrey Wands's belief that all of us have psychic capabilities, and that all of us can -- and should -- try to develop them. A fascinating read full of dramatic accounts of the paranormal, The Psychic in You includes information on:
• Unleashing your own psychic ability
• Contacting loved ones who have crossed over
• Understanding the dead
• Freeing yourself from pain and negativity
• Handling fear of the dead
Captivating, yet practical, this highly readable book dispels the myths and superstitions that surround psychic phenomena and provides a decidedly down-to-earth look at communicating with the other side. Enlightening and absorbing, The Psychic in You is essential reading for anyone seeking a richer, more insightful life.
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Jeffrey Wands is an internationally acclaimed psychic medium, radio host, and author. He has hosted his own radio show in New York for many years. Currently, his show, "Psychic Sundays," can be heard on WALK 97.5 FM. He is a welcomed, regular guest on radio programs across the country and has also made many television appearances, including Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, Maury, Today and A&E's Mediums: We See Dead People to name just a few. Jeffrey's psychic practice in Port Washington, New York, has thousands of clients worldwide who willingly wait for up to a year for an appointment. Please visit JeffreyWands.com.
Scott Baker is a former NYPD police officer and boxer. He is now a successful boxing coach and has his own fat-burning fitness video at www.hiitathome.com. He also teaches and performs improv comedy all around the East Coast, and he still lives in New York. Baker's book A Warmer Shade of Blue won a Quill and Badge Award from the International Union of Police Associations for excellence in police writing.
CHAPTER ONE: We're All Psychic
When I was around seven years old I lived in a garden apartment with my mother in Islip, a town on the south shore of Long Island about fifty miles from New York City. I was a normal kid in every way. I fished for catfish at a local lake. I read comic books. I played baseball every chance I got, just one of many young Mets fans who wished he was Tom Seaver. And I also loved to watch a neighbor who I only knew as "Tony" work on his car, a candy-apple red GTO he kept in showroom condition. Tony used one kind of polish for the bodywork, chrome polish for the chrome sections, a toothbrush and Q-tip to get at narrow spots on the grille, and he even cleaned the engine -- which always looked brand new -- with a rag and some sort of special solution. I remember my mother watching Tony one day through our kitchen window, saying: "I hope that man never has to make a choice between his car and his wife. She'll be looking for a new husband."
Tony loved that car with an unholy passion, and my mom and I both knew that anyone who messed with it would have problems. Big problems. Tony was a tough looking guy with a shaved head (this was in the sixties when no one but the toughest of the tough would dare shave his head), and he had muscles on muscles. Tony was young and strong. He wore nothing but form-fitting black T-shirts and tight black pants. He looked like he could kill you with his bare hands.
One Saturday in late May I spotted Tony polishing his car, as usual. So I left my house to go and talk with him, also as usual. Or so I thought...until walking toward his house I was struck by a strange and fleeting thought, a weird feeling that something had happened to his car. I don't know where this thought came from -- and certainly I didn't know how to explain it -- the only thing I can say is that it was sharp and sudden and seemed to leave my mind as quickly as it entered. I was a little unnerved by the experience, but even as a kid I knew I probably shouldn't tell Tony. I knew he wouldn't like it. Not at all. Easier said than done, though. I was seven years old and painfully direct.
"Hey, Tony," I said, "is your car okay?"
Tony was standing on the opposite side of the car, polishing the hood. When he heard my question he stopped what he was doing and looked straight at me, his dark eyes hostile. My stomach did a freefall. I was sorry I had said anything, but I couldn't change it now.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I just thought something might be wrong with your car."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know," I said. And, of course, I didn't.
That was a tense moment. Real tense. Then, slowly, Tony took one long last baleful look at me and went back to polishing his car. I watched him for a little while longer, then turned away and left without him saying his characteristic "See ya kid."
The next day when I got up I had the same thought as before, that something was wrong with Tony's car. So the first thing I did was to look out the window toward Tony's driveway and...it was gone! Tony's driveway was empty and his beautiful candy-apple red GTO was gone.
Where was it?
I spent some time during breakfast worrying about the car, but after a while I did what most kids did and switched my thoughts to something else -- baseball. I forgot about the car altogether, then a little while later left my house, glove and ball in hand, to meet some friends and play at being a Met. I didn't get ten feet from my house when I saw Tony's door open. Somewhere deep inside me an alarm bell went off. I was scared. When I saw Tony walking my way, waving me toward him, I knew my fear was justified. He was mad. Real mad.
"Where's your car?" I asked.
"I have a problem with the tranny," he said, looking at me carefully. I nodded as if I knew what he meant, but I didn't. I didn't know a tranny from a fanny.
"Let me ask you something," he said.
"Sure," I said chirpily, trying to hide my fear.
"Did you do anything to my car?"
"What do you mean?"
"Put something in it that doesn't belong?"
Stunned, I shook my head vigorously. Tony looked at me as if evaluating a virus under a slide, then turned and walked away. I made it to the ball field as fast as I could.
Every day for the next few days I looked out the window to see whether the car was back. Before I left my house I looked across at Tony's to see if he was around, and only then would I leave my house. Thankfully, he didn't show.
The car reappeared during the week, but next Saturday when I saw Tony begin his polishing ritual I stayed inside the house. I knew we were finished, and we were. To this day I'm sure that he thinks I sabotaged his car.
I didn't know it then, but that was the very first time I had used my psychic ability, the very first time in my life when I "just knew." I didn't have any help from so-called logic or conscious thought. I wasn't told anything about it. I didn't see or hear a thing. I just knew.
What happened between Tony and me is common to all psychic experience. I was able to get special information without
really thinking about it, at least initially. This information is special because although it may come from the present, it might just as easily be transmitted from the past or the future. It's also special because we wouldn't be able to obtain it without using psychic ability.
So where does this information come from? It comes from energy, the sort of energy that all human beings -- living or dead -- give off. You might call it soul energy. Soul energy is both positive and negative, yin and yang, and it is transmitted back and forth between the living and the living, and the living and the dead. Places and inanimate objects contain psychic energy too.
Soul energy contains all kinds of information about the past, present, and future. Our other senses can't perceive this energy, but it can be picked up by our "sixth sense," which is a physical capacity like sight or smell, located somewhere in the vast and as yet unexplored (some scientists say 95 percent) part of our brain. To put it another way, the capacity is like a radio receiver that picks up radio waves and decodes it for us to use.
We're all psychic, because we all have that sixth sense.
Psychic energy comes to us along different paths, consciously and unconsciously. The energy that yields information that we're consciously aware of goes under various names, such as "intuition," "ESP" (extra sensory perception), and "psi" (psychic phenomena). We have a feeling about something, a sense, an idea that something is true or is going to occur. And it does.
It's this aspect of being psychic that most people think is the whole ball of wax, psychically speaking that is. But it's only one of the many ways in which we psychically perceive. There's a whole grab bag of psychic happenings that should be included in the category of conscious psychic information, psychic events that occur on a conscious level.
What I'm talking about can be clearly seen in what happened to my cousin Jennifer Johnson last summer. Jennifer was traveling in upstate New York with her two boys, John ten, and Mark eleven, when they started to yowl about not having any ice cream. Kids! Jennifer decided to give in and started to look for a place where they could stop for a cone. She saw a sign for a place called Saugerties and followed the road into town. Just before she got into Saugerties proper, Jennifer thought of her obstetrician, Dr. Raymond Fierstein. That was odd. Jennifer had not thought of Dr. Fierstein since John was born, ten years earlier. She knew she wouldn't likely be seeing him again on a professional basis. How strange that he should pop into her mind like that!
Jennifer drove slowly down the street into Saugerties until she spotted what looked like an old country store. She parked the car and went inside, the boys trailing after her. The place had a wide-board creaky floor and a tin ceiling from which hung a slowly revolving fan. The shelves were packed with all sorts of items, many of which appeared to be lightly coated with dust. This quaint little place seemed straight out of some old movie. It even had a big old counter at the back. Jennifer liked the store. She was glad she stopped. Taking her time to admire some of the dusty old canned goods, she started toward the back of the store hoping to find an ice cream freezer. But it was Jennifer who froze in her tracks. There, standing before her, was a small balding man wearing shorts and a flowery shirt and holding a pistachio ice cream cone. It was Dr. Fierstein.
"I was just thinking about you," he said, obviously flummoxed.
"I was just thinking about you!" Jennifer responded. "How about that?"
Coincidence, right? Wrong. It was psychic energy that drew Jennifer and Dr. Fierstein together, an invisible and imperceptible signal that each sent out to the other. In some ways it reminds me of that great line that Humphrey Bogart utters to Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca: "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." I don't know exactly how people's energies connect, but I do know that they do, and I do know that there's always a "why."
A few weeks after Jennifer met Dr. Fierstein she was talking to a friend who was looking to find a good fertility doctor. Jennifer didn't know anyone, but she contacted Dr. Fierstein and he gave her an excellent referral to pass along to her friend, who ultimately became pregnant. That, I believe, is why Jennifer really met the doctor. Of course, one could say that she would have recommended him anyway, but people we haven't seen in a while tend to fade from mind, and she might have recommended someone else, possibly with a less desirable result.
It's not just people who emit psychic energy. Places do too, and we pick up on that energy through our sixth sense. That's what happened to a friend of mine named Jim Dwyer as he drove up from Arizona to New York a while ago. That drive is filled with endlessly boring signs announcing innumerable small towns, the names of which are forgotten right after reading them. Crossing over into Maryland, Jim's eyes glazed over the signs until he saw a very ordinary signpost announcing what seemed like the very small town of La Plata. Jim's eyes opened wide. He felt a charge, a sense that somehow this place was important. Jim couldn't see the town -- it was two or three miles down a side road. The only thing visible was the lonely green-and-white sign. He thought about it. He tried to articulate what it was he was feeling, but all he could isolate was the physical feeling of getting ill.
Why should a little town in the middle of nowhere seem so very important?
Jim kept thinking about La Plata even after he got to his home in New York, and he continued to think about it until about a week later when he heard some shocking news: A 20-foot-wide tornado had ripped La Plata apart.
Why was Jim so obsessed with the little town that was to suffer this devastating tragedy? In truth, I don't know. I wish I had the answer. All I know is that Jim's sixth sense picked up this free-floating psychic energy that La Plata was giving off. Someday the reason may emerge, but it hasn't yet. I have some ideas of course. Maybe someone will show up with a name that sounds like La Plata, and that someone is to be avoided since the name is associated with a bad event. Or maybe Jim will meet someone with a similar name, and that will alert him to a potential problem that he'll be able to help avoid.
Sometimes psychic energy flows into our unconscious mind and motivates us to do something unusual or out of character, and the only way we can tell that it has paid us a visit is a post-event analysis. Consider, for example, what happened to a client of mine, John Barzac.
If someone asked me to compile a Top 10 list of the neatest, best dressed people I've ever met in my life, John would certainly make the list. John always looked like he stepped from the pages of GQ magazine. His clothing was not only beautifully pressed, but impeccably coordinated and fitted. John himself was also impeccably predictable in his life and in his job, which was as a manager of a brokerage house ensconced in a building across the street from the World Trade Center.
September 11 had started for John, who lives in a brownstone in Brooklyn, like every other day. He got up, shaved and showered at his regular time, ate a low-cholesterol breakfast as he always did, and then donned his duds, which he had laid out the night before. His entire morning regimen was geared to being on time for work and his record was astonishing. He had not been late -- or absent -- once in thirteen years. But this day was bizarre. For the first time in thirteen years John couldn't find his keys. He always put his keys on his dresser -- specifically the left side -- so he was as puzzled as he was annoyed. Where were those keys? John searched unsuccessfully for ten minutes by himself and then, frustrated, enlisted the aid of his wife who had just gotten out of bed. When together they still couldn't find the keys, they got their two daughters to help. It took this little search party another ten minutes to find the keys...inside a slipper in the closet.
"I have no idea how they got there, "John told me. "But let me tell you, I was fuming."
As a result of the misplaced keys, John was twenty minutes late for work. Thank God. Chances are if he had been on time he would have been walking across the street from the World Trade Center at 8:45 a.m. just as the first terrorist plane slammed into the north tower, raining fire and debris down on top of him. There's not much doubt in my mind that John would likely have been killed if the search for his keys had not triggered a different scenario, making him late for work for the first time in thir-teen years. When that flaming debris came down in the street at 8:45, John was standing on a Manhattan-bound train well out of harm's way.
"Being late saved my life," he said.
What saved John's life was actually psychic energy. This energy -- perhaps transmitted by a dead relative or a living relative or even someone outside his family -- had directed John's unconscious mind to put the keys in a place where he would have trouble finding them so that his life would be saved. Why he was designated to live to "play another day," as they say, I don't know. But somewhere, far down the line, the reason may become evident.
Some people, of course, would call this a lucky coincidence, but I've analyzed literally hundreds of these coincidences -- events where people do things totally out of keeping with their characters -- and I believe that they can only be explained by psychic energy.
Unconscious energy can change our habits and our moods, and it can also change our psychic appearance, which is what an aura is.
One day a few years ago a news anchor for CBS television -- let's call her Linda -- came to see me in my Flushing office. She was, as anchors are wont to be, a beautiful woman: smart, articula
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