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.
Psychic consultant and radio host Wands describes his own paranormal gifts and urges readers to get in touch with theirs as well in this breezy primer-cum-memoir. He suggests cultivating a "psychic mindset" in which intuitions are trusted, coincidences are considered to be anything but, and virtually everything that catches one's attention as being somehow significant-dreams, passing scents, songs on the radio, flashes of light-are spirit manifestations. Much of the book consists of anecdotes about the author's own encounters with the dead, including an Indian brave who helps him find parking spots and the shade of Ren� Descartes, who feeds him answers on a tough philosophy exam. Wands specializes in relaying messages from departed loved ones to paying clients, and he includes verbatim transcripts of some of his professional consultations. He's not always on-"There's a Mary...maybe a Marjorie or a Margaret person coming through...Someone with a letter M," he says at one point-but there are plenty of scenes in which the clients leave amazed. And sometimes the messages he conveys are either the sort of sound but obvious advice-stop using cocaine, dump that abusive boyfriend-that seems more compelling from beyond the grave, or comforting reassurances that the dead spirit is enjoying a wonderful afterlife. But Wands and co-author Philbin keep the anecdotes light and engaging, and many readers will find this a stimulating boost to their psychic mindsets.
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Excerpt from The Psychic in You by Jeffrey A. Wands
Preface: MEET JEFFREY WANDS
The first time I saw Jeffrey Wands in action was in December of 2001 when I went down to a television studio in Manhattan to attend a taping on The Maury Show. I was there as a possible collaborator with Wands on a book about his psychic powers.
I was skeptical. While I believe in an afterlife -- I don't think it's logical not to believe -- I nonetheless doubted that anyone could talk to the dead or see into the future with absolute certainty. But I was there to see what he could do and how he worked.
What follows is a mostly verbatim account of what happened.
Wands came out on the stage to a nice burst of applause and a couple of shouts from the 150 or so people in the audience. A trim, thirtyish, handsome man all dressed in black -- shoes, suit, turtleneck. Wands looked nervous. I gathered this from the way he sat on a curved bench next to Maury: His body was still, his eyes a little too watchful.
I also looked closely at Maury -- a tall, thin man with a shock of gray hair, also dressed in black -- and tried to detect what he might be thinking, or doubting. Maury Povich had been around the talk show business a long time, and if anyone could spot something that wasn't kosher I figured he could. But I couldn't determine anything. Maury was smooth, melodiously articulate -- and unreadable.
Based on what Jeffrey Wands was about to endure, nervousness seemed to me an appropriate state. The Maury Show producers had devised an acid test for him. And much more than his credibility was riding on how he performed.
As Maury explained:
"We have some grief-stricken guests waiting backstage who are desperate for Jeffrey to communicate with their deceased loved ones. Jeffrey has never met any of these guests and has no knowledge of their stories. Before we meet these guests we're going to escort Jeffrey backstage out of hearing range, then we're going to talk with our guests, and after they share their heartbreaking stories we're going to bring Jeffrey back out. Hopefully he'll be able to use his abilities to connect with their loved ones who have passed on."
Maury then led Jeffrey off the stage, after which he brought out the first guest, a pretty blonde woman with cornrow hair, wearing black slacks and a sweater and who, I guessed, was in her early twenties. Simultaneously, a large TV monitor on a back wall showed a photo of a goateed, smiling young black man.
"This is Angela," Maury said, "and if she looks sad it's because she is. Just three months ago, Alfie, the man you see in the photo, the love of her life and the father of her children, was murdered in cold blood outside her house. This is what happened."
Then, a dramatization, a blend of photos and video clips acted out by professional actors portrayed what had happened with Angela narrating.
"I was asleep in my bed," Angela said tearfully, "and I heard shots and I was scared. I saw that the clock said 2:40 and before it turned to 2:41 my doorbell rang three times. I got up and went downstairs and opened the door." She started to cry harder. "Alfie was lying there face down with blood coming out of his head. I didn't think he was dead...I couldn't bear to think of him as dead. But he was, and the hardest thing in the world is watching my children cry for him...."
"So what do you want to ask Jeffrey?" Maury said. "How he died...why he died...? "
"How, who, why...everything," Angela said.
"Okay," Maury said, "but before we bring Jeffrey out there's one other person who wants to know something about Alfie and that's his sister, Charlynn, who's in the studio audience."
Maury went into the audience and led a young black woman to the stage where she sat down next to Angela. Immediately, Charlynn, a heavyset person with large, expressive eyes reached over and grasped Angela's hand.
"And what do you want to know?" Maury asked.
Abruptly, she stopped and those expressive eyes got hard.
"I want to know," she said, "who killed my brother."
"Okay," Maury said, "let's bring Jeffrey out."
From time to time as Maury went through these preliminaries, a camera would show Jeffrey alone in a room backstage, sitting on the edge of a couch, his face somber, occasionally rubbing his hands together. I was worried for him. He was definitely nervous.
The camera followed him coming out of the room and down a hall with a floor strewn with cable, and then out onto the stage to be greeted by solid applause and a few shouts. Now, for him to help these women and to succeed, I knew he had to do one thing: talk to the dead.
Maury introduced him to the women and he sat down next to them.
"Is there anything," Maury said to Jeffrey, "you need to ask?"
"No," he said speaking rapidly as, I was to discover, he almost always does, "let me just hear what I'm hearing."
"I have one, two, three figures standing here," he said. "I have an older male and younger male who is about thirty coming through and I have a grandmother standing behind Charlynn."