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In 1999 I was working as a teacher at a boarding school in Switzerland. Our two week Spring break had rolled around and had decided to spend two weeks in England, rather than fly home to the USA where I was from. Flying to England proved to be one of the best decisions that I had ever made.

I was introduced to Martin, the man that was to do the psychic reading. I made it through the introductions without feeling the urge to run screaming from the room. Once I sat down a started to relax and Martin began to explain how the psychic reading was going to happen. He first explained the he himself had a variety of talents. He could read Tarot Cards, predict the future, but what he was most commonly known for was psychic medium ship. He could channel spirits that had passed away through him and actually assume their personality. He said that he could do this for me as part of the psychic reading. However, I mentioned that if he did that he would either have an unconscious woman sitting in front of him or simply a cloud of dust left over from where I had run off. He laughed and then proceeded with what he was going to do next.