I am naturally cynical about ANY new age psychic these days and for a solid, good reason.

Fifteen years ago, on a Thursday night, at bedtime, I was meditating on angels and protective prayers, right before sleep.

I tried a creative self healing metaphysical technique learned from someone I admired, Sylvia Browne

After many abductions I suddenly suffered from enigmatic, diagnosed degenerative spinal disease of my neck’s seven discs.

Chronic back pain would be alleviated, psychic Sylvia Brown assured me, if I followed her directions for creating a “Healing Room” where healing spirits could enter, a comfortable ornate room within which a spiritual healer could enter to heal you.

She had me carefully create a mental construct of such a “room” with a healing table in the center, which was surrounded by comforts, technology, decor and objects that I might ever crave.

I was assured by her that healing would be easier if I asked for healing for only one part of my body and she told me not be afraid of the healer when I was approached as the healer would be from God.

I was instructed that the time and effort I put into creating it, even into the ornate wood design of the handles on the central table, would pay off.

The idea was that if I took time, in fine detail, to build it, a healer will come.

There were other metaphysical preparations involving washing and imbuing myself with different colors.

It was, she said, involved metaphysics.

Sadly, results were instant, nightmarish and horrid.

I awoke in sleep to find  myself floating amongst small medical grey aliens, aboard a craft, in a small, white, medical room.

In the center of a circular room was a grey alien doctor in whites and a grey attending nurse, also in whites, absorbed in reading a chart on a clipboard.

At first, they were unaware of my presence.

Then he turned and without my saying a word he said, “Oh,so you want your back healed, do you?!”

He growled in rage and in a flash was on top of me, traversing the room in quick jumps like a jumping spider.

I relaxed expecting healing but as he lay on top of me he squeezed my spine, very hard hurting me.

I awoke in bed, in my physical body, in sudden severe pain, hollering; I have been crippled since then with all of my spinal discs save one herniated. I have been hobbled unable to move without assistance since that moment.

Psychics who are gifted are tapped into that greater “reality” that generally eludes all of us and as such they are far from distorted”mirrors” but act instead as floodlights on flatcars that pierce the darkness.

It is the monsters behind some psychic’s curtains that makes some of them, “New Age” inclined, to flirt unknowingly with nonhuman alien beasts of evil and madness who are behind some of these psychic’s curtains.
I read all of her many books and naively and foolishly believed every solitary word that she wrote, before I coughed up the several hundred dollars that she asked as a fee, to be ‘read’ and ‘advised’, by her, over the telephone.

The creatures that manifested, after I’d followed her advice, instead of healing me, injured me and herniated every single disc, save one, throughout my spine; the pain I’ve sustained since, has marked my subsequent days with intense suffering, severe orneriness and depression.

Two discs, close to the brain, pinched tightly into my spinal cord, requiring emergency surgery, threatening my whole body with paralysis . 

I went to sleep whole and awakened crippled for life.

Reptilians are often the monsters behind supposedly ‘gifted’ psychic’s curtains, masquerading as spirit guides; like rooftop gargoyles, they can see down our road a distance but aren’t the spiritual beings we suspect and are most diabolically brilliant in deception..