Jean wrote...

Well said Billy I could not bring myself to watch it but have heard about it.
look what they did on tv to psychic Derek Acorah they just seem (on tv) to want to ridicule any psychic abilities.
I love animals as well I am no radical or vegetarian but do not believe in killing animal for entertainment purposes.
I enjoyed your program on Liverpool1 and find that sort of program v intresting (liverpool, ghosts)
My two favorite psychics are you and Derek (could be a little bit biased as I come from Liverpool)
I am quite sure where I work In Wales That there are spirits who I see all the time but not fully only a hand or like today part of a torso they try and comunicate with me as well (but I am not as good as you).
Today (I work as a custodian showing people around an ancient chuch)there where all different peoples images on the slate floor that where appearing to me.
It freaks me out sometimes.
Also sometimes exhausts me.
I do protect myself but I am frightend, and tend to run when spirit try to communicate with me (they must think me rude)People say if your psychic how can you be frightend you should understand it.
But it makes me psysically sick sometimes and frightend to death.
Take care
Jean

Posted by: Jean  | July 26, 2007 5:54 PM

Marcia wrote...

Hello Billy,

I have just bought your book "Spooky Liverpool" and it has some very interesting "stories" in it.

I am psychic, my mother is, and my grandmother used to read the "tea leaves".

I would like to tell you about a "dream" i once had .. that has never left me...

I was in the foyer of a hotel, and there were a group of people swinging pendulums around. I spoke to them, and they asked if they could swing the pendulum near me, i gave them permission, and so they swung it near me and said " Oh you must be Psychic" i replyed that i was! and then the group left, and i went and sat on a chair, the next minute i knew, a young boy came and sat next to me and held my hand, he said to me " you must be a mortal" and i replyed " yes and your not as cold as i thought you would be".
He then said " my name is Jack, and i died at 5 o clock in the morning" i carried on holding his hand while he spoke to me, and behind us was like a painting but in the painting was a woman, and she was moving about in the picture. I presume this to be Jack's mother... He then said " i have to go now, take care" I replyed " ok Jack, take care of yourself" he then went.. and i woke up crying.

that has never left me, and i was upset because it was so lovely.
I have never had anything like that since, but i sometimes "dream" of CATS attacking me.. which really frightens me.. can anyone shed any light on why i would dream of this.

Regards,

Marcia.

Posted by: Marcia  | October 16, 2007 2:21 PM