Forensic Psychic Readings

I've always wanted to be able to help locate missing people or pets. Ever since I was a young teenager I've wanted to work with the police to find lost loved ones. Something about being never seen again has always caused me a lot of emotional upset, though I have had no personal experience like that.

Once when I was about 4 years old I was walking behind my parents and aunt and uncle on a dirt road in New Hampshire, right by my family's summer home. Apparently I wandered off, following a kitten. The adults were ahead of me chatting with each other, and I must have fallen behind. I have vague memories of this, and recall being in a kitchen with a lady who seemed ancient. My mother showed up screaming at me and, according to therapists I've seen over the years, it turns out this is the entire cause of my abandonment issues. I don't remember much fear at being lost, more confusion at the terror of being found; I didn't think I had abandonment issues anyway.

Not too long ago a colleague wanted to try a new past life regression method, and I volunteered. I love that stuff! I am a real believer in multiple chances at life -- it's no more a miracle to be born twice than to be born once, right?

The most emotional moment for me reliving this otherwise ordinary existence as uneducated household help in an urban estate in the South, was when the man who plowed the fields showed me a human skeleton his plow had turned up. I was horrified to see the bones and the belt buckle (which was all that was left), not because of the body itself but because somewhere, at some time, someone never came home. Someone walking or traveling just ceased to exist and died and was buried and decomposed, without his loved ones ever knowing what had happened. Even in my altered state of consciousness, wrapping my mind around this concept really freaked me out and was the most upsetting moment in the whole regression.

I know it's worse for the family left behind, who never know the circumstances or location of death -- or if death has actually occurred. I can't imagine the pain of the family of Nathalie Holloway, who five years ago disappeared in Aruba. She just disappeared. She vanished. It's probably clear she'll never come home -- but where IS she?

I don't think the spirit haunts the area or cares very much about the circumstances. I've met enough spirit people who themselves met violent ends, and they seem cool with the whole thing. They've got a completely different perspective than we do, here still in the physical.

Lost people are a horrifying fascination for me. Like watching some terrible accident, I can't look away. I can't stop myself from trying to feel the family's pain or grief. Just the other day walking in the woods I wondered out loud to a friend, "how many people do you think lie buried in the ground all over this continent, throughout time? How much of this ground is made up of bodies that just never got back home?" He gave me weird look and said I was being morbid, but honestly, that shit draws me in. And it's not just the family's pain I am drawn to, but to the last thoughts of the lost person. What are they thinking when it becomes clear that they won't be found? Sadness? Worry about family members? Or are they too busy watching their lives flash before their eyes to even consider whether their remains will be found?

So, since I was a young person (and apparently in a past life too) this topic has held a fascination for me; yet I never did anything about it. I never trained search and rescue dogs, I never offered my services to the police. Once back in the early 90s, when I was doing 3D animation for a living I looked into age progression, which uses computers and designers to anticipate how a child who went missing years ago might look in the present. I looked into it, that was all.

But yesterday an opportunity came to me during a regular psychic reading. As usual, I asked my client before our reading began what questions she would like me to look into; I got the usual -- love life, career -- and then she said, "Tonight a group of us are getting together to look for our friend Thomas, who went missing last Sunday. If you see anything about his whereabouts, please let me know."

Oh boy.

So I started the reading, figuring I'd get to Thomas later; I couldn't concentrate on this girl's love prospects to save my life, so I said, "Do you have a picture of him?" She showed me his Facebook picture and we went back to the reading.

I wanted to say so badly, "this guy is still alive." But my stupid logical mind was saying -- no way. Four days after driving drunk away from a party? No chance. But his friends and family had been searching for two days already, and no one knew where he went to when he left the party -- home to NYC or somewhere else?

So I said, "I see the Taconic Parkway. I feel like there is an animal in the road who he hit or attempted to avoid, and that he went off the road at highway speed. The car threaded through small enough trees and came to a stop well off the road, out of sight from the Parkway. The impact did not kill him. The car didn't hit a big enough tree to cause the kind of impact that would kill him. I see him lying on his side in the leaves, with either blood or vomit in his mouth. I see a registered campground nearby. And I hope you are prepared to learn that he isn't alive."

I kept repeating that the car crash didn't kill him, but my logical mind kept adding in that he wasn't alive.

About 30 minutes after my client left she called me to say Thomas had been found: off the Taconic Parkway, near a registered campsite. He was found outside his car, lying on the ground with internal injuries and a back injury -- and he was alive.

Obviously my information didn't help in locating and ultimately rescuing him, but I was pretty psyched to learn that it matched that closely. More importantly, I ignored key information my impressions were giving me about whether he was alive or not -- and that's not a mistake I'd want to make when dealing with a family. I also wonder whether what I picked up on (which was likely happening AS I was giving the reading if not just before) was a result of the rescue already being accomplished.

I won't know unless I have another opportunity, and while I'm not yet ready to offer my services I would welcome another chance to tune in, if one should come my way.