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			<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 16:15:48 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>How does a psychic get out of the woods ?<br /><br />They follow the psychopath.<br /><br />With too much time on my hands today I have my favorite funny intuition story for you. Sometimes psy means psycho my ex used to say about me.<br /><br />I preface this story by saying that before I retired from it I assisted families ( through a lawyer in town or through close friends) in finding lost and kidnappd children, bodies of missing persons, and a few live missing persons out of state. This work was always free because I had to remain anonymous for my sanity. That kind of work takes it&#x27;s toll.<br /><br />A note to other psys - One abducted little girl was pronounced dead by 6 of the others in a psy group I was invited to work with. The girl came in spirit to me and I heard I am fine . It was the second time in my life that a spirit appeared to me from a live person. I was amazed at that after my initial confusion. She was found well and the abductor was arrested. Such a relief.<br /><br />The chicken story.<br /><br />I was driving the hour ride from work to home and kept hearing chicken ... chicken .. and knew it was associated with my son. Halfway home I turned and went back to town thinking he must need the nutrition in chicken and it was too late to cook. I got a bucket of the stuff an arrived home over an hour late. Hubby was at the door, worried I was so late (probably worried about what he was going to eat). I explained I had to go get chicken because I kept hearing it in the car and thought it must be important. He pointed at our boy. He was covered in chicken pox.<br /><br />I learned psychic is always right, deciding what to do about it is where it can go awry.<br /><br />... &#x5b;&#xa0;<a href="/blogentry/41436">More</a>&#xa0;&#x5d;</p>]]></description>
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