“I am a gifted psychic and I can read minds with ease.”

My profession is representing sportswear companies and my territory spans up and down the West Coast.

I have been blessed with what I call a special talent.  In effect, I am a gifted psychic and I can read minds with ease.  This is why I feel I’ve been so successful on the sales end.  Put simply, I can see the wheels spinning in my customer’s mind and because of that I am prepared in advance for anything they decide to throw at me.

For instance, when I’m on the phone, I can tell beforehand if a person is really interested or is shining me on.  I can also tell how hard a bargain someone is willing to drive; that is, I know when someone will walk away from a deal or is merely trying to get a better price out of me.

All this helps me in my negotiations, and it also enables me to have better relationships with my clients.  They see me as someone who sympathizes with them because I am able to read their minds, know what they want, and smooth the way.

I also am somewhat of a gambler, and visit from time to time in Las Vegas or Reno.  I love poker, and you can imagine how I have a certain amount of one-ups-man-ship in that I have above average instincts as to whether a person is bluffing or not.  And that is a huge advantage for me.

I haven’t made a fortune in gambling, but I am way ahead of the game.  I feel I have been blessed with psychic talents and I don’t feel it’s right to translate these powers to a card table.  So I do partake in poker, but to a reasonable extent.

J. Hillinger
Newport Beach, CA

“I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.”

I have been into sports since I was a kid, and because I lacked the ability of a star player, I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.

When I entered high school, I realized I’d never make the varsity.  I decided to retire my cleats and go over to the management side.  To my pleasant surprise, I discovered I liked coaching, and better yet, I was good at it.

At first, I assisted the manager.  I was the water boy, then the first base coach, then I’d sit next to the manager in the dugout and learn from him.  But where I really stood out was my ability to project the future.  I had an uncanny ability to know the exact pitch a base runner would choose to steal, or when a pitcher was going to throw a fastball or curve, or what the opposing manager planned to do.

When I went to college I decided to apply my psychic abilities in other areas as my interest in sports began to fade somewhat.  I realized I was amazing at picking stocks, and even at the racetrack I always came out ahead.

I’m married now, and my wife is used to my “gift.”  She accuses me of reading her mind and taking advantage of her.  And I plead guilty to that.  But she’s a doll and she brags about me to her friends.  I’m a lucky guy.

M. Tillson
Vancouver, Canada

“I saw it with my own eyes.”

I have an interesting profession and although I can’t say whom I work for, I can tell you that I design software for some companies that are on the leading edge of development.

One project I recently completed involved predicting future events by coordinating complex mathematical equations with the efforts of selected individuals with a high degree of ESP powers.

And for the skeptics out there, I want to tell you that the “gifts” some of these people have are outright amazing.

One man in his fifties can tell you exactly what’s inside your wallet.  He could also predict with slightly less than fifty percent accuracy what my wife would be serving for dinner that night.  And he could tell me approximately what happened in the stock market that day without listening to the radio or reading it beforehand.

Another man in his early twenties could, if he concentrated hard enough, move a tiny rolled-up cotton ball – with his mind.  It only went a fraction of an inch, but I saw it with my own eyes.  And we have it on film.

Believe me, our procedures ensured that no tricks were played.  And I can attest that the powers of the mind haven’t really been explored yet.

Tests with animals are also uncovering amazing psychic talents.  A golden retriever that we used in our test labs (and trust me, he was treated wonderfully and safely) was able to sense things that were beyond any human’s capability.

I can’t tell you precisely what we derived from these tests because I’ve signed a letter of confidentiality.  But I do believe the findings we’re learning today will benefit mankind in the near future.

T. S.
Boston, MA

“We used to drive our parents – particularly our mother – a little crazy.”

My identical twin brother Edwin is working in Tokyo and loves it.  He loves the people, the culture, the food, and when he emails or calls to tell me about it, I let him know that I’ve seen the same sites – through his mind.

You see, Edwin and I have been very, very close since childhood.  And I “see” what he sees.  And he does the same.

We’ve always been on the same wavelength.  When we were kids in the same class, sometimes (if the vibes were right) I could relay the answer to a question if he was having trouble.

When playing football, I knew exactly what he was thinking, where he wanted me to pass the ball.  Occasionally, we even dated the same girl without her knowing we were switching around.  It was all in fun, and we never tried to embarrass anyone.

One time, our ESP bailed us out of a potentially dangerous situation.  We were walking down the street late at night when Edwin pulled my arm and said let’s get out of here.  We started running, and as we passed an alley two guys started running after us.  They apparently had been waiting for us to pass by and were going to hold us up.  Fortunately, Edwin and I used to run track, and our ability (and fear) allowed us to get away.

As youngsters we used to drive our parents – particularly our mother – a little crazy.  We’d answer her before she had a chance to ask us something.  Dad always laughed at our gifts, but Mom was a stickler and didn’t want to be outdone by her little kids.  She would smile occasionally, but we did it all in good humor.

B. Perkins
London, England

“What Bob told me almost made my heart stop.”

I’ve been reading your weekly psychic stories for some time and wanted to tell you my true story.

It was eleven o’clock in the evening on a hot August night in the summer of 2007.  I had the TV on and was starting to doze off on the sofa when the doorbell rang.

As I approached the door, and without looking, I knew who was there.  I was so positive, I yelled out, Bob, is that you?  Now what’s so strange about that is I hadn’t seen Bob in over seven years.  He had left town in a hurry and neglected to say good-bye to even his closest friends like me.

When I opened the door, there he was.  A little bit older, a few more wrinkles, and he looked like he had lost some weight.  I invited him in, and what Bob told me almost made my heart stop.

Bob said he had just returned to town and had been thinking of me all day.  In fact, he said he was about to turn away from the door after ringing the doorbell, but he heard me call out his name.  He said he had no choice but to come in.

He said he had left town in a hurry because he was afraid he was going insane.  He said his mind was constantly filled with images, many of which would come true.  He could see an auto crash or a headline in the paper or a baseball score…days before they occurred.  And he said he could implant thoughts in the minds of others.

That’s when I knew he was telling the truth because I knew he was at the door despite not seeing him for years.

He has inner demons that he’s trying to cast out of his mind, but he says he doesn’t mind the premonitions.  It’s the other things that are cluttering his mind.  He’s in therapy now and is trying to straighten out his life.

I asked him if he could tell me what the stock market would do in advance and he said he’d think about it.

M. Hampton
Louisville, KY

“If she reads this, I’m going to be awfully embarrassed.”

This happened to me about fourteen months ago.

I was walking my dog at a neighborhood park when I spotted a woman I had seen one time before.

She had a striking look about her and I wanted to approach her so bad, but sometimes I have this shy streak, and I eventually went back home, muttering to myself that I didn’t have the guts to even try.

That night I was sitting in the den watching TV when I had the strangest premonition.  I envisioned that woman at the local liquor store looking at the various wines.

It was weird and at first I didn’t think anything of it because I felt my imagination was just running away with itself.  But then I found myself heading out the door, getting in the car, and driving the few blocks to the store that was so clear in my mind.

I parked the car, walked in, and wasn’t the least bit surprised that she wasn’t there.  I hung around for a while, bought a six-pack of Coke and went back into the car.  I was chuckling to myself as I drove back home.  It was a fool’s mission and I knew it.

The following night when I was walking in the park again, I wasn’t paying attention and almost bumped into someone.  It was that woman!  As I was apologizing, she said weren’t you at the liquor store last night?  I nodded and she went on to say she was driving up as I was driving away.

Well, at this time we’re not exactly dating, but we do go out for coffee or a movie occasionally.  And if she reads this, I’m going to be awfully embarrassed.

W. Helms
Fresno, CA