When Celia first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper by the light of a small lamp attached to the peak of his flat tweed cap.

He was bulkier than was her preference, but she thought, as one ages, standards are lowered, just a little, and she moved forward, and adjusted her long black cape.

The hair peeking from under the cap was grey and curly, she noted with satisfaction, medical opinion to the contrary, she was convinced hair and virility were connected, and virile men were so much more delicious.

She decided to use the lost bird approach.

Sadie felt her heart sink, or at least a sinking where her heart had been. “And diapers, teething, learning to walk, being a teenager, all over again? What’s the alternative, if I decide to stay unborn?”

The angel smiled happily. “Oh, that’s easy. Eternal bliss, just as you imagined when you used to pray at night.”

“Tell me, what exactly is eternal bliss like?”

“Eternal bliss is just that,” the angel said. “Happiness. Bliss. Day after day . . . happy . . .” Its voice trailed off.

  The reading had been going well. My client, a woman in her early 50s, seemed pleased with all that had come up so far. I asked if there was anything I had missed. She paused for a moment, reached for a tissue and captured a tear that had escaped from her right eye and said, “I wasn’t going to ask you this, but since we’ve done so well up to this point I wonder if you could help me with this one last thing.”

“Of course,” I said, “anything.”

Last week, one of my long-standing clients came for her annual birthday reading. The woman is First Nations, and it was obvious from the moment she arrived that many of her people had decided to help her celebrate—spirit people, I mean.

Almost immediately, I became aware of one dominant spirit woman wearing a red-and-black blanket covered with buttons. I described the spirit, and though my client didn’t recognize the person in particular, she affirmed that her mother’s band wore that kind of ceremonial costume on special occasions.

Gypsy witches and fortune-tellers in Romania recently received a blow to their earning power when the government passed a law forbidding the advertising of magic and fortune-telling services, including such traditional scams as curse removal, luck changing and the return of lost loves, as well as physical healing from serious illness such as cancer. There has been a long tradition of gypsy witches in Eastern Europe, and since the fall of Communism, so-called gypsy

I like the challenge of phone readings. Though many people feel that they prefer the one-on-one contact of an in-person reading, in many ways readings done over the phone are easier and more convenient for the client, more challenging for the psychic, and often much more evidential.

Recently I was working (on the phone) with a client who is in the process of opening a gift shop, specializing in her own art and spiritual objects such as crystals. As the reading progressed, my attention was continually drawn to a psychic image of a large pair of wings behind the woman. Was she an angel?