The Psychic Who Cured Me
Recently there has been highs and lows in my energy. There is a lot going on with me and doctors; far too many doctors. There has been a battery of tests, a series of encounters and pending eye surgery. That is my story about the dip in my energy and enthusiasm; and I am sticking to it. This post is about psychics readers. I was chatting with a friend from Jamaica about the good old days when we were growing up innocent and hopeful on our island home. Out of the blue I remembered an incident from my childhood that I had not thought about in several decades. The story concerns psychic readers and health care as practiced by a lot of Jamaicans in my youth. When a person had something out of balance with their health they would assumed that someone had placed evil upon them and go to a psychic reader. Normally a neighbor or family member was named as the culprit; and a counter spell cast to return the evil from whence it came. I had sores on my tongue which would not heal f...