Psychics and Missing People

That's just so sad. Only 12 years old.

How can these horrible men (sorry guys but there's been very few women who murder stranger's kids) be so selfish as to take a life of a child just to have a few minutes of whatever it is they get out of it.

The best that can happen now is finding the body will lead to the killer so he's stopped before doing it again. I do hope that happens.
 
Excellent advice, RJH.

It was tough, but things went better than I expected at the Harris home.

For interested persons:

An article about the aftermath of the Amber Harris case:

http://www.ketv.com/news/9249032/detail.html

An article I interviewed for about missing persons in general and some of our work:

http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_pg=1636&u_sid=2174939

Tomorrow my son Michael graduates from high school. We'll focus on him and his accomplishments. The poor kid has been overshadowed since age 13 by our family tragedy. He turned out pretty darn good in spite of it all.

Thanks for listening.
 
I don't think I have posted on this thread but I have always read it and learned a lot about the vultures out there preying on people when they are going through such turmoil of a missing loved one and I just wanted to say:

Congratulations to Michael on his graduation Kelly.
 
Have a good day today, Kelly. Enjoy your pride in Michael. I hope the speeches aren't toooo long.

G
 
Hurt people are easy prey....

Hi KellyJ and also flaresident! Ah we meet again..... I posted on your site Kellyj about my opinion with psychics, sorry it was so long.....I couldn't help myself.
I have had at least three horrible experiences while working with families over their missing loved ones (concerning psychics). Sylvia Brown stands out to me as one of the biggest deceiver's,
as she charged my client 400.00 to attend a "meeting" where the family might obtain information of the where abouts of their loved one. My client had asked my opinion and based on previous experiences I had with psychics I politely warned her. I went with the biblical aspects and the warning in scripture, as well as my past experiences of watching other families be let down.
However as distraught as loved ones are....they had to do it. I hoped in my heart that it would produce a tangible lead even though I do not believe in it- I too had a glimmer of hope, that little inkling of hope...
My client cried for months....it was awful.

I also went with the Hornbeck family (missing son: Shawn Hornbeck) at their request to the James VanPraugh show, where he brought me on stage to show me, where his visions gave clue's....to no avail no hits, and I believe he later traveled to Missouri to further torture the family.
I can't tell you the hope that is in the eyes of the families... and the sorrow that follows.

Right now at this moment, an up and coming geographical profiler (one who uses fbi science to locate), and the family of a missing woman in Ga. are partaking in the Carla Baron experience. Will they listen, probably not. How many families will have to experience "adding insult to injury" before finally seeing....

In my opinion: The weakness a family is experiencing is used to give a temporary platform for the psychic to exploit their wicked wares. There must be a bigger platform to show these past families who have been harmed. In reality the families feel embarrassed afterwards, and most times want to forget it, which is understandable. If a platform is given and current families see others who were hurt and drained, then perhaps other families in this same position later can avoid the trauma. I support your efforts and if there is anything I can do to help, just let me know.
 
Kelly, I have little mental lists I make up in my head. Top Ten Favorite Movies. Top Ten Favorite Books.

You are now on my Top Ten Heroes list. With my dad, Abraham Lincoln, and other distinguished members. Not even James Randi is on that list, Kelly.

I have lain in bed many nights in recent weeks pondering what is impossible for me to know. What it is to suffer through the disappearance of one of my children without any clue as to where he might be. That all by itself cannot be approached to even a reasonable degree of approximation by my imagination.

And then I think about the additional horrors the parent of a missing child must endure. Sitting by the phone waiting as the remains of yet another found body are examined. Pressured by vampiric psychics preying on your parental instincts to hand over your precious resources to them rather than put those resources to productive use. Dealing with heartwrenching anguish in the middle of the night, crying out your child's name over and over. Where are you? Where are you?

Any mortal human being would be crushed by these weights. Immobilized by the harshest of realities. But you have somehow made your way to your feet and begun not only lifting your fellow sufferers up from the earth and helping them to breathe again, you have begun swinging back at those who would stand on your prostrate, grieving form as they lift your purse.

I am humbled, honored, awed, and losing tears by the bucket just thinking about it. Thank you so much for coming here. Thank you so much for being here.
 
Kelly, I have little mental lists I make up in my head. Top Ten Favorite Movies. Top Ten Favorite Books.

You are now on my Top Ten Heroes list. With my dad, Abraham Lincoln, and other distinguished members. Not even James Randi is on that list, Kelly.

I have lain in bed many nights in recent weeks pondering what is impossible for me to know. What it is to suffer through the disappearance of one of my children without any clue as to where he might be. That all by itself cannot be approached to even a reasonable degree of approximation by my imagination.

And then I think about the additional horrors the parent of a missing child must endure. Sitting by the phone waiting as the remains of yet another found body are examined. Pressured by vampiric psychics preying on your parental instincts to hand over your precious resources to them rather than put those resources to productive use. Dealing with heartwrenching anguish in the middle of the night, crying out your child's name over and over. Where are you? Where are you?

Any mortal human being would be crushed by these weights. Immobilized by the harshest of realities. But you have somehow made your way to your feet and begun not only lifting your fellow sufferers up from the earth and helping them to breathe again, you have begun swinging back at those who would stand on your prostrate, grieving form as they lift your purse.

I am humbled, honored, awed, and losing tears by the bucket just thinking about it. Thank you so much for coming here. Thank you so much for being here.

Seconded. Oh, and nominated. Nicely written, Luke T.
 
I think Luke speaks for a lot of us, even though I don't keep lists. I wish I could have written it. Unfortunately my brain slows down considerably when I write in English, which is also why I don't post as often as I would really like to.
 
Where is KellyJ? She has not posted here since 21 May. Maybe caring for her son?
Well, as she said on the 18th:

This type of event does take your breath away. I am doing what I can to keep up with my normal work, and to support the other family who is waiting. (and mine) Other sites and the blog are not a priority at this time. On top of that, my other son graduates from high school this weekend, so we need to focus on that, too. We are doing ok, though. I am just very fatigued.
She's a busy, busy lady.

Personally, I'm hoping she's taking some time to rest and recharge, and is just basking in the afterglow of her son's graduation.
 
Here I am.

Last night, one of my pals from the Humor Forum, GregC, pm'd me to make sure I was still breathing, and this is what I wrote back as an update. I hadn't peeked in here for several days, so after my PM, I did and read these latest messages.

"A few times I did a quick lurk to see what was going on.

You guys are so sweet...I just luv ya all, except for that creepy Kmortis. j/k

I have such a need for humor right now, too.

First I was busy with an event, then the remains were found and we have the waiting and comforting the other family, then it was revealed it was indeed their child. We also had my son's graduation in the midst of all that. After that, we had more comforting and yesterday was the service for her, plus we did an event for Missing Children's Day. Now I have less than 2 days to get ready for my son's graduation party, which will be held back in our hometown on Sunday.

I'm a bit stressed, to say the least. :(

I have to work during the day tomorrow. I'm sure hoping it will be a slow day. I would like to jump back into the fray and throw myself around again. ;)

No matter what, no one will take away my sense of humor!! If they try to, I shall kill them with my evil stare! :D

It's true. :) "


So, here I am at work, making a photo collage of my younger son's life in between calls. I'm enjoying doing it, and I think my son will really like it, especially with some of the good old memories it will bring back for him. I know he'll forgive me for throwing in a few funny ones.

I'll respond to some of the other posts in a moment.

Thanks to all for caring. :blush:
 
Personally, I'm hoping she's taking some time to rest and recharge, and is just basking in the afterglow of her son's graduation.

Hi Robert!

Monday. I shall rest on Monday, and then work on catching up and finishing the blog series.

It was good to see that even though the blog has been untouched for a awhile, the readership is still fair.
 
Right now at this moment, an up and coming geographical profiler (one who uses fbi science to locate), and the family of a missing woman in Ga. are partaking in the Carla Baron experience. Will they listen, probably not. How many families will have to experience "adding insult to injury" before finally seeing....

HI Suzan,

Thank you for fighting the good fight when it comes to these predators.

I know who the profiler is you are speaking of. Is he in on engaging the psychics?

I have written to people connected with this family and warned about this, but have never received a reply.

Kelly
 
Kelly, I have little mental lists I make up in my head. Top Ten Favorite Movies. Top Ten Favorite Books.

You are now on my Top Ten Heroes list. With my dad, Abraham Lincoln, and other distinguished members. Not even James Randi is on that list, Kelly.

I have lain in bed many nights in recent weeks pondering what is impossible for me to know. What it is to suffer through the disappearance of one of my children without any clue as to where he might be. That all by itself cannot be approached to even a reasonable degree of approximation by my imagination.

And then I think about the additional horrors the parent of a missing child must endure. Sitting by the phone waiting as the remains of yet another found body are examined. Pressured by vampiric psychics preying on your parental instincts to hand over your precious resources to them rather than put those resources to productive use. Dealing with heartwrenching anguish in the middle of the night, crying out your child's name over and over. Where are you? Where are you?

Any mortal human being would be crushed by these weights. Immobilized by the harshest of realities. But you have somehow made your way to your feet and begun not only lifting your fellow sufferers up from the earth and helping them to breathe again, you have begun swinging back at those who would stand on your prostrate, grieving form as they lift your purse.

I am humbled, honored, awed, and losing tears by the bucket just thinking about it. Thank you so much for coming here. Thank you so much for being here.

Dear Luke and other JREF Friends,

I doubt that I will be able to properly express what this note meant to me. After I read it, I started to cry. I wondered why such a nice note would cause that type of reaction, but upon reflection, I understood why.

Over the past few weeks, I have taken a beating with everything that has happened. I had to keep going, though. I told myself that I needed just one damn good cry, but it wasn't happening. Sure, there were a few tears here and there, but not enough to unleash the hurt inside. Reading your words broke loose the floodgates and released the pain.

Last night the rain pouring outside matched the tears flowing inside my home. Rain is cleansing and replenishes the earth. My tears served to replenish me.

It's no coincidence that Gone With the Wind was on TV the other night. (It's one of my favorite movies.) I don't watch much TV, but for some reason, I had it on, and turned the channel in time to see Scarlet O'Hara dealing with such awful things that a person should never have to face. Even though I had too many things to do, I felt compelled to watch it.

When the tears stopped flowing last night, I remembered the movie and the numb state I was in when I watched it. Internally, at that moment, I felt as if I had picked myself up off the staircase at Tara as Scarlett does at the movie's end.

Tomorrow is another day.

Thank you for the gift of your words.

Kelly
 

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