Street Psychic Communes With Departed Loved Ones

I miss Mike.

Not every day - it's been a long time since I thought about Mike every day - but I miss him often enough that it still seems like he's alive somewhere.

But of course he's not. Mike died more than 10 years ago on the Loop Parkway on Long Island when, one Indian summer evening, his car became airborne and he was thrown through the windshield. He flew through the air for a second or two and then maybe slid along the pavement for a few yards. He died when the car landed on top of him.

And, like I said, I still miss him.

So when Tavane Taylor, proprietress of Eclectic by Nature and the Witch of State Street, told me that a psychic was doing some channeling once a month or so in the classroom at the State Street Center for Renewal, I booked it. Full Story

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