At the age of seventy-three, bestselling author and world-famous psychic Sylvia Browne is ready to tell the whole story of her extraordinary life.
I believe that before we come here from the Other Side to start a new incarnation, we write very detailed charts for our lifetimes to help guarantee that we accomplish the goals we set for ourselves. We choose our parents, our siblings, our friends, our enemies, our spouses, our children, our careers, our assets, our challenges, our health issues, our best and worst qualities, the best and worst qualities in those who are closest to us and certainly the timing of it all.
As I look back on this long, strange, complicated life I've lived, I just have one question about the chart I wrote:
What the hell was I thinking?
To get the requisite details out of the way: I was born Sylvia Celeste Shoemaker in Kansas City, Missouri, on October 19, 1936.
My father Bill and I adored each other from the moment we first laid eyes on each other. He was a good-looking, funny, warm, affectionate extrovert who made me feel like the most important person in the world when he’d wink at me and say, ‘That’s my girl.’ He was a postman who exercised his love of show business by emceeing all sorts of local events and even in the worst of times we could make each other laugh until we cried.
And then there was my mother. Celeste. As mean, self-involved, humourless and disconnected a woman as you’d ever hope to meet. She was physically abusive when my father wasn’t around and she delighted in telling me about lying awake at night trying to figure out how she could kill me and get away with it. Her way of dealing with situations that displeased her was to retire to her bathtub and soak herself into pretending they didn’t exist, which is probably why I remember her being prune-y most of the time. My father had several affairs throughout his marriage to my mother, and I didn’t blame him. In fact, I always believed that the only reason he never left her is that he would have had to kiss her goodbye.
Dispelling much of my mother’s darkness throughout my childhood was the warm, loving flame of her mother, my grandmother Ada Coil. She was my inspiration, my mentor, my fearless defender and the quiet sanctuary where my lifelong devotion to God had its roots. Without Grandma Ada, my life would have made no sense at all.
Grandma Ada was brilliantly psychic, another link in a three-hundred-year psychic family legacy. I was the next link in that legacy, complete with a caul, or fetal membrane, wrapped around me head at birth, thought to be the sign of a child born with ‘the gift.’ Grandma Ada didn’t tell me about the caul or its significance for several years, to avoid programming me for expectations that might never manifest. Instead she just watched and waited, loving me unconditionally, confident that if I really had inherited her psychic gift, there would be no stopping it and no stopping me from expressing it.
She was right.
Psychic is a riveting account of how Sylvia Shoemaker, a traditional girl from Missouri, became world-famous psychic Sylvia Browne. Filled with never-before-told stories and other wordly encounters, Psychic reveals the woman behind the public figure: from the child receiving her first visits from the spirit world to the successful, happily married woman she is today.
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