Goodbye Sylvia Browne…

21 Nov


I was scrolling through Google yesterday morning when I came across the news of famed psychic, Sylvia Browne’s, passing.  It hit me in such a weird way and I’m not even sure why.  Ever since I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with anything spiritual or mystical, although the word spiritual holds an entirely different definition for me today than it did when I was younger.  I’ve been to my fair share of psychics and have even had some amazing readings.  I wrote about my most profound experience with an Indian psychic in Gravestones are for the Dead on my previous blog, Thoughts from the Couch.  My ex and I used to avidly watch Sylvia Browne every Wednesday on Montel Williams, always excited to race home and watched our DVR’d episode with fountain coke and cigarette in hand.  What would Sylvia discover today?

It was all revealed to me one Wednesday after 911 when a woman asked Sylvia about her boyfriend’s passing.  Sylvia instantly claimed that he was in water.  Here, check it out for yourself.

“Well, if they were trying to put the fire out Montel.”  Needless to say, it was a complete let down.  I put my cigarette out and threw away my fountain Coke.  Montel was over for the day and I would never watch Sylvia Browne again.

I’m not sure whether or not Sylvia Browne was honestly a psychic or not.  I do know that when I first got sober I had such disdain for anything religious or spiritual, combined with a huge fear of death, that her infamous book The Other Side and Back gave me  huge relief from fear and started me on a spiritual journey which I am still on today.

I still believe in psychics.  I’m dying to get a reading from that Long Island Medium, Theresa Caputo.  That woman is the real deal, I’m sure! (Until she gets busted on some show.)  I believe in anything mystical or otherworldly including aliens, the Loch Ness monster, fairies, whatever.  I crave anything that makes my mind imagine another world.  Nightly, I drive around and listen to Coast to Coast radio, with tales of shadow people and ancient aliens dancing through the wind in my car.

I’ll probably always believe in psychics, most likely because I like the idea of a virtual, tangible after life.  Psychics give me hope in that world.  And I don’t really care if Sylvia Browne was a fake or if she was honest; the reality is a lot of people get small things wrong in their careers and they aren’t disbanded for life.  Look at our president! We all make mistakes.

And I like the idea of Sylvia up there with her friends and family, smoking cigarettes with her long fingernails and telling folks stories about us down here on Earth.  She was certainly a character and definitely helped a lot of people.  Yeah…Sylvia was one of the good ones.  It gives me hope.

Goodbye Sylvia…I’ll miss ya girl! Say hi to my mom…

For now,



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