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Mark Edgemon has been writing for 30 years. He writes and publishes short stories, articles, poetry and scripts, as well as, produces audio comedy productions for over 700 radio stations nationwide.

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Claire Voyant

On the corner of Union Avenue and Keadly Street, there is a small brick house that has been converted into a psychic reading center, run by a psychic by the name of Claire Voyant, a woman of special abilities. She has the psychic power to talk with the dead, move things with her mind, bend metal by staring at it and she even has the power to levitate herself and objects when she is in a trance.

I would like to tell you she is a fake, a phony, a scam artist and a charlatan, but she really does have these powers. My name is Elliot Martin. I am a supernatural fraud hunter and I will pay $10,000.00 to anyone who can prove they have supernatural powers. I’ve only given this amount of money out once and it was to her.

I’ve seen her powers up close and it was no trick. She charged by the hour and took in thousands of dollars a day. She also played the stock market and got 20% of any deals she advised her clients on if they were successful and they always were.

One day, as I was sitting on the couch in her waiting area, a man walked in like I had never seen before. He shined to such a degree; I could not make out his face. He walked passed the people waiting to see her and through her red curtains which divided that small room into her council room and her waiting room. I moved quickly to the curtains to see what would happen next. By the time I got to there, I heard a scream and Claire fell to the floor. The man had touched her forehead with his fingers and she died before she hit the ground. It was like her spirit was yanked right out of her body.

The man walked up to me and for a moment, looked into my eyes. I heard his thoughts; at least I believe I did. I heard in my mind the following words, “The knowledge of the Spirit is free.” I nodded my head, I don’t know why, and he walked toward the door and left the building.

I was in church for the first time in my life the following Sunday morning. There was a Bible in the rack on back of the pew in front of me. I picked it up and opened it to a passage in red letters that read, “Freely you have received, now freely give.” I think Somebody is trying to tell me something!

Copyright © 2008 Mark Edgemon

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