How can i email sylvia browne

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Now available in 3 color options:. Black, Maroon and Lavender Sylvia's favorite color. Great for gift giving! Photo credit: from a Fan. They shouldn't be this painful. Later, in the Jacuzzi near the dolphin sculpture on the lido deck, I bump into the woman whose husband committed suicide.

She smiles sadly and shakes her head. He had excruciating physical pain in his legs. She'd been too polite to say anything at the time.

I think Sylvia survives in part because her audiences are often too polite to say anything. I feel the need to escape the group. I sneak off to the ship's casino and pump money into a slot machine. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of red and gold approach in a wheelchair.

It is Sylvia. Her golden hair cascades down her red dress. She starts pushing money into the machine next to me. I momentarily overhear her conversation. They look like the Sopranos. He sounds surprised, as if this isn't a conversation they have very often. She sounds quite sweet and anxious. She catches my eye and smiles warmly. In this moment, she seems likable, though a suspicious part of me wonders whether she knew I was overhearing and said something sweet for my benefit. There's a website called stopsylvia.

A computer programmer called Robert Lancaster created it as a hobby. He does it because, he writes, "I found her work with missing children to be incredibly offensive. In the FAQ section, Lancaster asks:.

Famous sceptics such as James Randi say Sylvia is not a silly, deluded person who believes herself to be psychic. They say she's a callous fraud.

She's just a good cold reader. Cold reading is the stage art of convincing a stranger you know more about them than you actually do.

Good cold readers are brilliant observers. They make high-probability guesses about their subject based on their clothes, race, age, etc. They quickly pick up on signals as to whether or not their guesses are in the right direction, and alter their spiel accordingly. Of course, cold reading is easiest to spot when the psychic does it badly. This morning, Colette, Sylvia's co-psychic, seemed to be cold reading badly.

She said to a man in the audience, "Why do I see a hospital around you? I stay away from hospitals. To research something? That's what I meant. Are you researching anything at the moment? And so on. My guess is that Colette genuinely believes herself to be psychic and doesn't realise she's actually dabbling in the dodgy art of cold reading.

I think she thinks she's tapping into her psychic impulses when she picks up on her audience's inadvertent clues. But then, perplexingly, Colette had a moment of seeming psychic brilliance.

Apropos of nothing, she told a woman called Jean that her recently deceased husband loved to ride around on his all-terrain bike and enjoyed eating tuna sandwiches. Jean practically shrieked that the bike and tuna were indeed her dead husband's two very favourite things.

Colette looked thrilled and you should have seen the smile on Jean's face. It lifted everyone's spirits. Now I watch Sylvia playing the slots. She is a truly enigmatic person. I am reminded of the Shakespeare lines: "Who is Silvia? What is she, that all our swains commend her? It might mean "all men love her". If so, there's one swain in particular who doesn't commend her - her former husband, Gary Dufresne. They were married in , when she was She was born in Kansas City, Missouri, in , to a salesman father, and has been a professional psychic for 53 years.

She and Dufresne divorced in A few months ago he gave an interview to Robert Lancaster of stopsylvia. He said he couldn't remain silent any more after hearing about the Shawn Hornbeck incident: "I try to get her out of my mind as much as possible, but the damage she does to unsuspecting people in crisis situations is just atrocious.

Then Dufresne said something extraordinary. He said that one evening back in the early 70s, Sylvia held a tarot party at their home in San Francisco: "I said to her as we were washing dishes and she was wiping, I said, 'Sylvia, how can you tell people this kind of stuff? You know it's not true, and some of these people actually are probably going to believe it. Anybody who believes this stuff oughtta be taken. In return, Sylvia has called him "a liar and dark soul entity, but at least the asshole gave me children".

But there's some further circumstantial evidence that she might not be trustworthy. In , she was indicted on several charges of investment fraud and grand theft. She pleaded no contest to "sale of security without permit" - a felony - and was given hours' community service. Famous anti-psychics, such as Richard Dawkins, are often criticised for using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Dawkins' last television series, The Enemies Of Reason, was roundly condemned for making silly, harmless psychics seem too villainous. This criticism might be true were it not for the fact that, when the likes of Sylvia Browne make pronouncements, the police and desperate parents sometimes spend serious time and money investigating their claims. In , for instance, the parents of missing Holly Krewson turned their lives upside down in response to one of Sylvia's visions.

Holly vanished in April Seven years later her mother, Gwen, went on Montel, where Sylvia told her Holly was alive and well and working as a stripper in a lap-dancing club on Hollywood and Vine.

Gwen immediately flew to Los Angeles and frantically scoured the strip clubs, interviewing dancers and club owners and punters, and handing out flyers, and all the while Holly was lying dead and unidentified in San Diego. The Leicestershire police called the Spanish police who went and kicked a few doors in. Clarence says that none of this should come as a great surprise.

Her body was discovered six months later. Cruises are depressing places. They're like lots of old people floating around waiting to die. Twenty years ago, I'd have looked at my fellow passengers and thought, "You're all so old. They're just weighed down by life's sudden, inexplicable tragedies and they've got it into their heads that Sylvia might offer some explanation. We are a tragic lot. I'm sitting next to Evelyn, the woman with the stomach cramps. Evelyn has come on this cruise specifically to ask Sylvia about the pain.

The blood drains from Evelyn's face. She looks at me, scared and vulnerable, like a child, and walks unsurely to the microphone. It's the evening of the cocktail party. We all put on formal wear and bustle around the Queen's lounge, excited about our opportunity to mingle with Sylvia.

But she doesn't show up. We wait for an hour, then disperse, a bit confused and disappointed. I bump into Evelyn on the way out. She's looking maudlin. I don't know anyone remotely like that.

And those one- and two-word answers she gives And why didn't she turn up to the cocktail party? I spot Nancy, Sylvia's nice-looking assistant - I decide to tell her I'm a journalist and I'm on this cruise because I want to interview Sylvia. I'm famous enough. All they do is turn on me. In the Explorations coffee bar I find Cassie not her real name , a very likable young German woman and huge Sylvia fan. I had sat next to her on the transfer bus from Rome airport. She looks ashen. She and two others from the group were just in the shopping arcade when they spotted Sylvia.

She looked like a vampire looks when a shaft of light hits them. She hissed 'Go! And - whoosh - she was gone. He spun her around and pushed her away really fast. It was nasty.