A Different Kind Of Psychic: Being A Medical Intuitive
In human culture, when people are unique in some way; very talented, attractive, very famous, very rich and/or successful, people react to them rather differently than they do to normal people. This quality of humanity is what makes celebrities out of singers, actors, directors, artists, athletes, etc. Some writers are even looked upon as celebrities by those who really admire their work and follow it.
However, if what makes you unique is outside the boundaries of what makes other people unique as stated above, people may not beat a path to your door or listen to what you have to say. In point of fact, they may run away in sheer terror. At first, some might find you interesting, distinctive, intriguing, fascinating and appealing, until reality sets in, and then they run for the hills. (See end of article for something even stranger)
What would you do if you awoke tomorrow morning and suddenly had a super power that none of your friends or family possessed? No, you cannot fly, nor are you invulnerable and do not possess super strength. This super power is far subtler in nature.
Would you tell your family and friends about it? Would you demonstrate it to them? Would you risk being called weird or crazy? And what if you eventually disclosed and demonstrated your ability to those around you and they literally ran away out of fear that you were either psychotic or inhuman? Then what? Well, as weird as this all sounds, I’ve actually lived with this exact problem ever since I was a very young child.
How many of you saw the Man of Steel movie last summer? How many of you remember the scenes where young Clark Kent suddenly develops his X-ray vision while at school?
Well, I identified quite strongly with those scenes in Man of Steel, for I really did develop a rudimentary form of X-ray vision when I was very young, almost identical to the way it was depicted on-screen in the film, except I didn’t run off to hide in a closet and it was in full color as opposed to blue/sepia-tinted. But it definitely has served to get me into trouble every so often. In fact, there was a fascinating TV commercial for AXE “Bullet” men’s body spray that aired back in 2008 which featured a young man who was able to spontaneously peer through the outer clothing garments of women with ease. Wow, did that bring back memories, as well as reminding me of some incredibly cool, electronic, instrumental music from The Seeds (Can’t Seem To Make You Mine) dating back to 1966.
I remember how it all started for me back at around eight or nine years old, where I’d suddenly be looking at someone and could literally see inside their body as if it were made of glass. Thinking it was really interesting; I never really did anything to verify what it was I was seeing. But that all changed a year or so later.
In the 5th grade at the age of ten, there were sporadic, but tantalizing episodes where it appeared that I could voluntarily look into and through people’s bodies, like a 3-D color X-ray. I was way too cautious to ask anyone what it was I was actually seeing, so I naturally assumed that everyone could do what I could. But that all came to a head in short order.
It was during recess in elementary school while playing some silly game in the courtyard that a blond, blue-eyed girl named Christine started walking towards me. While looking in her direction my vision somewhat blurred for an instant and suddenly I could clearly see that beneath Christine’s sky blue dress was a large plastic bag attached to her side with a plastic tube running into her body. What was I seeing? I’d never seen anything like that before?
Naturally, I walked over to Christine to ask her what the bag and tube under her dress were for. Christine turned beet red and began screaming, while she ran back into the school building to find our teacher. It turned out that Christine had a colostomy and the bag and its tube were there for that reason. But as a ten-year-old kid, who knew nothing about medicine, how could I understand what this was?
I was immediately dragged into the principal’s office in order to be chastised for either sneaking into the girl’s bathroom or somehow peering under Christine’s dress. When I informed the principal that my X-ray vision suddenly turned itself on, he looked at like I was totally out of my mind. He sternly warned me that my actions could get me suspended or even expelled from the school and put in jail.
As I was looking at the principal, I noticed that he had an appendectomy scar that never healed that well, I immediately informed him of this. He stopped screaming at me and turned ashen white. What I saw was a keloid, which I’d never heard of at the tender young age of ten.
The principal immediately called my parents in an effort to determine what the hell was going on. All that my parents said in response to his questions were; “Yes, he can do that, but don’t ask anymore questions because we don’t understand it either and we simply choose to ignore it.”
With that, the principal once again sternly warned me that if another episode like this were to occur, I would be expelled from school and very likely arrested. And while there were future episodes of my spontaneously turning itself on, I wisely never spoke of it again while at school.
It was now 1962 and I was in Junior High School when another aspect of my medical intuitive ability surfaced, one that literally knocked me off my feet.
Whenever a certain girl named Helene got within ten feet of me, I became very dizzy, light-headed and lost consciousness. There were several occasions where I wasn’t even aware that Helene was approaching me from behind, yet still I passed out. As a thirteen-year-old, I wasn’t even aware of the fact that Helene was epileptic. Nor would I have even understood what such a condition involved medically. The school administrators and my parents were of course concerned that I might be ill as well as Helene. Fortunately, I was not.
When I first started working with Dr. Thelma Moss in 1969 at UCLA’s former parapsychology lab there was a young female research assistant named Alice who worked with her. What was odd was that every time I was near Alice I’d start feeling nauseous, dizzy and light-headed, the same way I did around Helene years earlier. What shock, I discovered that Alice was epileptic. Needless to say, I kept my distance from Alice.
In fact, the formal, scientific study done on me by the late Thelma Moss, Ph.D., Herbert H. Eveloff, M.D. and Alice Chang. M.A., “A Laboratory Investigation of Telepathy: The Study of A Psychic”, published in Behavioral Neuropsychiatry, Vol. 6, Numbers 1-12, pp. 71-80, April-December 1974—January-March 1975, showed clear and present evidence of my ability to remotely perceive what other people were physically feeling from quite a distance. Moreover, there were recurring and very tantalizing telepathic as well as precognitive informational access displayed by me in this study. Okay, so I’m psychic, then what?
It was extremely difficult for Drs. Moss and Eveloff to even find a peer-reviewed journal that would publish this study, as its results were a just a little too good for most to believe, which is why it took so long for it to be put into print.
Moreover, the neurophysiological data collected on me over the course of the study was so anomalous shall we say, (several EEG recordings on different dynagraphs averaged around 1,000 microvolts at 10 Hz., where normal is below 100 microvolts at around 12-20 Hz.) that even the aforementioned, publishing journal automatically assumed that the instrumentation used to collect such data must have been malfunctioning and in need of repair, which meant that the results were, at best, artifactual, and as such, they refused to publish that specific portion of the study.
Jumping forward in time to 1972, I was attending a rather posh dinner party in Hollywood and met a gentleman who was slightly older than myself by the name of David, who was interested in the research I was doing. When I shook his hand upon meeting, I was suddenly aware that David had a rheumatic heart condition, as I could feel my heart felt as if it suddenly started beating in an arrhythmic manner. I asked David if my perception was accurate, and he confirmed it. Needless to say, I sat nowhere near him for the rest of my time at the party.
It was now 1973 and I had been working in Dr. Thelma Moss’s parapsychology lab for several years. Visiting one of the lecture seminars the lab was giving was a beautiful 21 year-old co-ed named Carol. With pitch-black hair and large, bright blue eyes, Carol reminded me of a short, Shirley MacLaine. One thing led to another and we were eventually dating. It was a great, perfect relationship in every way. But fate had it’s own plan to short-circuit this romance.
About a month or so into the relationship, Carol and I were talking when I visually noticed that there was a small tumor in (not on) Carol’s left breast and I informed her of such. She looked at me and very nervously said “What? What are you talking about?” “What tumor, where’s a tumor?” I looked at her pointing to exactly where the tumor was within her left breast and that it was benign. Carol worryingly replied, “How can you see a tumor inside me, what are you talking about, and how do you know it’s benign?” I said that it didn’t have any calcium around it, so it must be benign. She looked at me as though I was playing some kind of weird, sick joke on her, which I was not. The matter was soon forgotten, until………….
Not long thereafter, when Carol finished her degree at UCLA, she got a job working for IBM and was given a full medical work up for her medical insurance benefits. When the results of that workup came in, Carol went ballistic, as it revealed that she did indeed have a tumor exactly where I saw it to be and after a biopsy, it thankfully was determined to be benign.
As good as this news was, the bad news was that it validated what I told her some months earlier and Carol was very concerned and upset with what I was able to do. Carol was terrified, as she now felt like she could have no secrets from me and that she would be nothing but a piece of glass around me (which in reality she was). She couldn’t face the idea of coming home from work to greet me always wondering what little tidbit of knowledge about her inner self I might divulge at that moment. Therein ended my relationship with Carol. I thought I was trying to help her, but for some, such information (that they cannot control) is, in and of itself, very unnerving.
A few years later my mother approached me with a skeptical tone asking if I could psychically diagnose what was wrong with my father, her husband. I first asked my mother if his problem was visually discernible, and she said no, it was not. So I told her that I would do it.
I sat down next to my father on the couch and did my thing. Immediately, I said that he was suffering from a hernia in his groin region. Both my parents turned a little white and acknowledged that I was correct, but then my mother said that I must have guessed as to what it was. I guessed? I only said one thing and it was correct. I did not mention or reference any other kind of medical problem my father might have had. That was the last time my parents asked me to do such.
In the mid-1970’s I appeared on “Psychic Wonders with Christine Lund” on KABC-TV News for a week straight, where I diagnosed a different journalist each day for seven consecutive days. The results were normal for me, where I was easily able to discern what was medically wrong with each newscaster on each day (recorded in advance).
However, what wasn’t normal for me was the utter lack of response from anyone, that is, no phone calls or letters to the old UCLA parapsychology lab regarding what I did. It was somewhat odd, in that I expected there to be some type of reaction other than the lack of one.
No wait, there was one reaction, and that was from my parents, who were extremely embarrassed by my appearance on KABC News, and their friends who also saw me on the news and simply assumed I was nuts, which they already believed. Perhaps the lack of public response was because I didn’t spew the normal crap of exclaiming that what I was doing was the result of my channeling of some long dead physician. The only reaction I ever really learned about other than what’s just been stated, was that UCLA,, it’s medical center and the old Neuropyschiatric Institute where our lab was located, had a very negative reaction which was part of the lab’s demise. For more on this matter, go to another blog on this site entitled “Legacy’s End”, which is all about our old lab in some detail.
In 1983 a good friend of mine, filmmaker Jose Escamilla, set me up on a blind date with a beautiful girl named Jodie. She was stunning, looking very much like Jane Badler, one of the evil alien leaders from the original “V” TV series from 1983. In fact, when we were dating, people would come up to her asking for her autograph as they thought she was Jane Badler.
So Jodie and I are having dinner at a restaurant in Sherman Oaks within the San Fernando Valley, and she eventually says “Jose said you were psychic, what kind of things can you do to prove such to me right now?” My response was short and direct; “I can medically diagnose you if you’re interested?” Jodie skeptically told me to go for it.
After a couple of minutes of focusing, I told Jodie that she had several problems. The first was that she suffered from upper gastrointestinal disorder, a follicular cyst on her left ovary and endometriosis (a sloughing off of the intrauterine lining). Jodie simply looked at me shaking her head, as nothing I had just said meant anything to her. I strongly suggested that she go to see her OBGYN and get checked out, which she eventually did.
Jodie got back to me some time later and verified everything I told her about her body. Her OBGYN was of course very curious as to how I could tell her such things upon just meeting her. He asked me if I was an MD and I said no, but I know a great deal about medicine due to my degree in psychophysiology.
I tried explaining what it is I do to him and he was very skeptical about it (what else is new?) and insecure, as he spent all that time in medical school and in practice to have someone like me come along and do what MD’s and tests normally do, but in seconds and totally non-invasive.
While my medical disclosures to Jodie did not end our relationship, her eventually becoming anorexic and bulimic eventually did. Sad, as we did get along so very well and my being a medical intuitive didn’t seem to drive her away from me at all. Her emotional problems and GI disorders did.
In early 1992 I met a stunning girl named Judy through common friends and we began dating. Judy bore a striking resemblance to a shorter version of the actress Joan Severance.
Everything was fine until I started sensing that her health took a rapid nose-dive. When I was around Judy I started feeling that her heart had a prolapsed mytral valve, that her upper lungs were starting to become impaired and that early menopause had started. When I mentioned this to Judy, she was totally unaware of what was going on, but as she starting to feel kind of weak and sick most of the time, so she went to get a full checkup.
After visiting her physician, Judy discovered that my diagnosis was indeed correct, and therein ended the relationship as I was feeling her symptoms as if they were my own, and she had become way too ill to even think about being involved with anyone.
In 1994 I was hired to do some engineering tech writing for the development of an early form of photonic computing system and ancillary elements. I met the owners of the company and the engineer they were already working with, a man in his mid-thirties named Mark.
As I approached Mark to shake his hand I once again felt disoriented and light-headed, as if I were about to pass out. When I shook his hand, I almost passed out. What a surprise, Mark’s was epileptic. During the course of our working together I made it a point to stay at least ten feet away from at all times.
In the spring of 1999, an old girlfriend named Linda just dropped in on me after more than fifteen years. She looked fantastic, as if she hadn’t aged at all. No lines, no wrinkles, no fat. While we were talking outside I clearly saw what looked like a giant jellyfish all over Linda’s upper chest. She was wearing a halter-top, as it was quite warm, therefore her upper chest was exposed. While moving slightly closer to her I started to ask what that was on her chest, but then I understood that it wasn’t on her chest, it was within it………..breast cancer.
Immediately, I told Linda to go and have some mammograms done to find out what was going on with her chest. Even though Linda knew me from about 1974 and was well aware if what I do, she chose to either ignore my comments or simply not respond.
Several months later Linda called to inform me that she did have mammograms done and revealed the both her breasts were riddled with tumors. She had a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery as a result.
It was summer 2008 and I was attending a screening of The Dark Knight at the Director’s Guild Theater on Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood. I was meeting a longtime friend there I knew from back in the mid-1970’s at UCLA. The fact that we drove separately to the event was going to be a significant part of the evening’s events.
Loren and I met inside, we were soon seated, and shortly thereafter the movie began. I was deeply involved in what was on the screen, but suddenly I was distracted by sharp, burning and cramping pains in my bladder. What was going on? I’ve never had any problems with my bladder before.
Within a matter of minutes, Loren received an emergency cell phone call from her daughter and had to leave the screening, while I stayed behind. Before she left, I asked Loren if she needed my assistance in the matter and she said it wasn’t necessary.
Most interestingly, once Loren had gone, so was the pain coming from my bladder. How odd. It wasn’t until the next day when I spoke with Loren that I learned that she had a really bad bladder infection at the time as I was sitting right next to her, and as we’d been out of contact with each other for more than 25 years, she had no way of knowing about my sensitivity to such medical matters.
I guess that in the future I should ask people I’m with if they’re experiencing any medical problems before even sitting down next to them in the theater, as some years earlier while attending a movie in Century City, I started feeling pain in my right kidney for no apparent reason while sitting next to a total stranger and asked the friend sitting on my right if it was his problem. It was not, but the man, a total stranger, sitting to my left overheard me and commented that he was having problems in this right kidney. OMG!
Fourth of July weekend of 2013, and one my friends and colleagues was in town and wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend and her children. I knew nothing of Susan or her kids, but that was all about to change as my friend had asked me to do a medical intuitive reading on them.
Upon looking at Susan’s 8-year-old son, I saw what was probably the most unusual image I’ve ever seen in my many years of doing such readings. Put very bluntly, it appeared that the frontal lobes of his brain were simply missing, as the space was completely dark and vacant. It was almost as if a balloon had deflated within the boy’s head, leaving that part of his skull empty. What the?
It turns out that Susan’s son has cortical encephalopathy (cortical encephalitis), wherein the disease totally atrophied and then destroyed his frontal lobes, exactly what I saw with my most interesting vision. His mother didn’t even know what to say to me, except to ask my colleague whether or not he informed me as to her son’s condition, which he did not.
I then moved my head and began looking at Susan and beheld an equally disturbing site. Susan’s lungs looked like really old, dark brown paper bags with large black spots throughout them. As I was having difficulty breathing, it was evident to me that Susan had been a very heavy smoker, but that she also suffered from COPD. Susan nodded her head in confirmation.
My problem is that I cannot turn this ability off, and believe me I’ve tried. I can turn it on with great ease and use it until the cows come home, but I cannot prevent it from functioning in that I will often feel it, even if I do not see it with my X-ray vision.
Back in 1980, I met an attractive girl named Sheila while teaching parapsychology at Beverly Hills High School Adult Education. She invited me to dinner at her house in West Los Angeles.
Instead of sitting directly across from her at her table, I was seated immediately to her right but on the table’s thin edge. After eating, I happened to glance towards her and noticed that she was wearing some kind of jeans, but I also was able to see that she had really strange pigmentation on the skin of her thighs, even though her jeans were full length, so I casually mentioned it her without giving it a second’s thought. Sheila turned beet-red, immediately stood up at the table, ordering me to leave, which I did. Oh well, I was only 31 years old back then and still hadn’t learned to sometimes bite my own tongue.
In 2006, while getting my yearly physical checkup at my internist’s office, I once again did what I did above without giving my words a second thought. When the doctor approached me to take my blood pressure, the first thing out of my mouth was to ask if he’s having problems with his lumbar region. I then said that he’s been having upper respiratory problems as well. That was followed, by my asking him if he was about to retire soon. His eyes grew quite large in response to my comments. But then came the clincher. I asked him if he drove a black on black Lexus SC 430.
My physician was dumbstruck as he knew nothing about me other than my medical condition and that I was was kind of stoic and unemotional. However, he confirmed my diagnosis of him and the fact that he did drive the exact car I had just mentioned. He immediately left the room as if I had shot him in the ass with a BB gun, and asked one of his associates in the office to finish examining me. He retired shortly thereafter.
On Thursday, May 8th of this year, I met a young lady for lunch that I hadn’t seen in more than a year. I originally met this woman at the 2012 Auto Show in Los Angeles, where she was working as a model promoting some automotive product. We had only met on one other occasion in 2013, and I knew almost nothing about her or her personal life. That was all about to change very suddenly though.
Upon meeting, we hugged for a moment, and my head suddenly felt like it was about to explode, horrible global pressure throughout my skull. When we let go of each other and moved apart, the pain somewhat diminished. We sat down to order our lunch and then she came over to my side of the booth to show me photos of her son and their cats. The instant she was right next to me, the pressure and pain in my head started once again, and this time, it felt like I was going to either throw up or lose consciousness. But I didn’t, as she moved back to her side of the booth. What was this? This girl was less than half my age and looked perfectly healthy.
While we’re eating and talking, I suddenly felt like I’m experiencing hypothermia as I started shivering very intensely. Why was I shivering? The restaurant was not cold or hot, and I was wearing a light jacket. The shivering persisted as the sense of bodily hypothermia grew even stronger. The girl was looking at me rather oddly, for she had no idea as what was going on, and neither did I. After this painful and hypothermic onslaught, we both agreed that it was best to end our lunch immediately. Foolishly, we again hugged before leaving each other, and this time, the cerebral pain was excruciating and I immediately pulled away from the woman. Once I moved a considerable distance away from her and was back in my car, I felt fine.
Several hours later, I discovered why I had felt what I did when near this beautiful woman. Where to begin?
Apparently, she’s suffered crippling, chronic migraines since the age of ten (she’s now 28), which often caused her to throw up and black out. She also has chronic insomnia as well as a strange form of hypothermia where her extremities, hands and feet, are always ice cold to the touch, and often, her entire body is equally frostbitten as she describes it. The only time in her life when her migraines, insomnia and hypothermia vanished, was when she was pregnant with her son.
Well, needless to say, I will never be in the immediate presence of this young woman again. And as insane as all this is, if we had become romantically involved, despite our age difference, I might have very likely died being that close to her physically for any length of time. I suspect that no medical examiner would have been able precisely determine what caused me to suddenly die while making love. The whole damn thing is downright frightening the way my body reacts to the presence of physically ill individuals.
Okay, so we’re all aware of the fact that I can do things that most other people can’t? Why and how? Those are the real questions.
I’ve heard of a few other people who can do pretty much the same thing that I do, with some differences.
However, I have only met one of person in my life who is a true medical intuitive. His name is Jack Rourke (jackrourke.net), and has been my friend and colleague since early 2007. I’ve seen his incredible ability at work, and it’s truly remarkable for a man as young, normal and grounded as he is.
Can people be taught to do this particular thing? I haven’t the foggiest idea, although I knew from my own research that some people have a higher level of inherent psychic potential that can be honed to a fine point with the proper training and the use of positive reinforcement and feedback. This is discussed in detail in another blog on this site, “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”.
Bottom line here is that everyone’s mind goes after different types or kinds of information that it’s subconscious and unconscious find meaningful and relevant. It’s hard to re-condition a mind once it has learned to seek out and search for information that is very need relevant to its emotional wants and desires.
So if any of you have desires to be different in this sort of way, you’d better give it a second, third and fourth thought, as it could turn many people away from you for all the wrong reasons.
A final example of just how odd this type of life can be is, the response I recently received from a well-known, New Age guru in Malibu. He asked a good friend of mine, a writer and producer who’s known me for forty-one years, if I do any kind of readings. My friend told the guru that I only do medical intuitive readings and criminal readings (as I really hate it when people prey upon others in any way).
The guru’s response was quite telling, “Oh no, nothing that serious, never, that will scare the hell of out people.” The only type of readings this guru wanted me to do were ones that dealt with relationships and closing big business deals. My response was “Who cares? I’m trying to improve people’s lives by keeping them physically healthy and preventing them from being harmed by criminals.”
Oh well, each to their own.
What you’ve just read is but a very small tip of an extremely large iceberg.
And in the end, one question remains.
Why did I develop this type of ability that is so precisely honed?
P.S. If you think that possessing certain volitional paranormal abilities might somewhat unnerve and frighten others, just wait until you read my newest blog entitled “Retroactive Terror: Your Past Will Come Back To Haunt You”, published elsewhere on this site early 2015. There’s an even more potentially disruptive aspect of being involved with the paranormal for a very long time. This problem can quite easily end your very existence without directly killing you. What you’re going to learn is far more life threatening than anything you’ve ever read about before.
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