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Better Reception to Signals from The Other Side — The Faux Louvre pg250
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
2005
My buddy Bill Mead was now living in Chicago — the fabulous Bill who saved my sanity with friendship and Scrabble games eleven years earlier when I got sober. With the offer of a place to stay and Cynthia’s Southwest miles, I got to spend my fiftieth Birthday exploring Chicago with Bill and sketching at the Art Institute. Bill went back home to the other side a few years ago. Would you like to say anything, buddy?
“Hey, hi, yes. It was great to see Mernie that summer. Best of all, she was finally okay. She had lost the desperate neediness that colored the first years I knew her. I was braced to love her without pity, but mercifully it wasn’t necessary. Mernie had flowered into the person I suspected she had the potential to become…”
— From Chapter 14
Bill Mead was a competent psychic, and his friend Alana was an expert. They could both cosmically connect and channel otherworldly wisdom with precise clarity. I thought I had some skills in the woo woo department, but hanging out with Bill and Alana showed me how lame I really was, and how many questions there are to ask. They had awesome skills and conducted themselves with…
