The psychic asked me to sit down. Then she asked me to think of a question for her. Career or love. Love or career. I thought to myself, because those are the two monsters that seem to be constant coordinated messes in my life. Career! I screamed out loud, in my head. "Love," I said, out loud, to the psychic. "Please, tell me about my love life."
It would be disingenuous of me to claim that I know for certain what happens when we die and what follows. Mediumistic communication is a slippery subject, and I am aware of its potential pitfalls. But I am also widely read in the area, and what I've tried to show here is the remarkable richness of the best of spirit literature.
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