The gruff man is sensitive to pain and disappointment.



A long-married couple has no connection.

That yellow flower we walk past is composed of microscopic sacred geometry.

And a 10 year-old boy, my son, who loves Sponge Bob and video games -- sees dead people, knows your future, and remembers his past lives.

Nothing is what it seems.

I first became aware of this illusion business five short years ago when I discovered my kid sees spirits and ghosts, routinely.

Truth is, he may have tried to tell me about it much earlier, but I didn't hear him. I was too busy with day-to-day tasks to give credence to nonsense no-one in their right mind would believe, especially his own mother.

It took my reality-shattering conversations with a woman who worked in the most shallow place on earth, a salon, before I paid attention and woke the hell up.

Why her? A hairdresser?

Because, I'll tell you why. She too could see and tap into what my son could. Together, they confirmed the same spirit presence right in front of me, without previous corroboration. This 50 year-old stylist and my elementary school kid were complete strangers, yet had so much in common it scared me.

Apparently, that's what I needed – an affirmation so loud it frightened my pants off. The experience was proof positive that there is more to this life than what we've been told, or taught. And because two unrelated people were telling me this at the same time, I decided it should be enough to believe. Because in my world a court of law accepts multiple eye witness testimonies, and a bank allows two signatures, one a public notary.

Two people who see the exact same things. None of which, I could.

Why? What on earth was wrong with me?

Questions launched my search for answers, which led to five years of sifting through ancient history, science, religion, DNA, esoteric powers, and exploring one of my least favorite subjects – math. Simply because I wanted to know how two, especially my kid, could see stuff invisible to the rest of us.

But, truth is, I'm just a mom doing mom things. I didn't diligently research during the entire five years since discovering my son's gift (and curse). I spent weeks avoiding the subject through procrastination, killing lots of time making lists of things I needed to do, or so I thought. And I know why I did this. It was because of one word – fear.

Fear of the unknown.

What would people think? How would going public change our lives, especially my son's?

As I write this, I still don't know the answer. What I do know is the time has come for us to find out. What if by sharing this story of discovery, it led to more sharing their stories of the same? What if by coming out of the psychic closet we cleared a path for others to be true as well?

Taboos only exist because we allow them. (Heck, everything is what it is because we allow it.) Maybe Joan Rivers said it, or someone before her, "The only way to end the shame of a forbidden subject is to begin talking about it."

So this is where that end began ... in my Conversations with a Mystic Hairdresser.