Well, the bottom line on all this is that Robin's blog is dated August 2012, talking about an experience she had which probably occurred two years prior, in the spring of 2010 (Am I psychic? No. I used wikipedia. Valerie Harper played Tallulah Bankhead in "Looped" at the Lyceum theatre in NYC from Feb-Apr 2010).
Anyone that has studied or even read a bit about how our brains work knows that we do not remember things accurately. There are no memories locked in a file cabinet in our brain just waiting to be plucked out and examined. We recreate the images of our memories in our heads according to our beliefs, present knowledge, and our own particular versions of logic and reasoning. Robin was tricked two and a half years ago into thinking that John Edward talked to her dead father, and was amazingly accurate, and any questions or discussion of the event will only cause Robin to recreate the event again in her head, magically "remembering" even more amazing things about the experience.
One of the things that really surprises me in this discussion though, is how many people are unwilling to entertain the notion that John Edward might use more trickery than just cold reading when he performs his schtik. Is it really so hard to fathom that a man that grosses $40,000+ per show, one hundred shows per year, meaning $4 million/year just on shows, not counting book deals, tv appearances, etc. Is it really so hard to imagine that such a person might employ a few highly trusted individuals to guarantee he gets a few downright "amazing" hits a show? Looking up ticket pre-order names on the internet, putting up a small webcam at the "will call" ticket counter capturing peoples' faces as they say their name? Someone noticing that someone goes by a nickname or middle name instead of the name on their credit card they used to pay for their drinks? Notices a woman in the bathroom fixing her lipstick has an unusual item in her open purse? Listening to conversations in the restrooms, lobby, out front where people are smoking?
Number two of Penn Jillette's Secrets of a Magician is "Make the secret a lot more trouble than the trick seems worth." (from here:
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Teller-Reveals-His-Secrets.html?c=y&page=1 ) Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Edward doesn't have a whole crew of wired people with hidden cameras grabbing all sorts of tiny bits of information that don't seem worth the effort at all until you start putting them all together, "Your brother goes by his middle name. Did you just go to Disneyland? Is there a yoyo in your purse?" mixed with all the other rapid fire cold reading tricks and the effect is one great big "Wow! How could he *possibly* have known all that?!?!"
John Edward is just a magician, doing the same thing magicians do with the "mentalist" act. The only difference is that a magician makes an honorable agreement with the audience that s/he is going to perform tricks that will amaze them, and the audience agrees to suspend their disbelief for a little while and be properly amazed. Edward works to, quite DIShonorably, in my opinion, convince the audience that if they just pay somewhere between $50 and $300 each for a ticket or $800+ for a private reading, they might actually get to talk to, to spend one more minute with someone who died, and who they are grieving for, and who's passing causes such an ache in their heart, in their life, that they would do anything just to see that person one more time. To hear their voice one more time. John Edward takes this common bond of people, this problem we have, this pain we all share, and turned it into a multimillion dollar enterprise for himself, making suckers out of the grieving and bereft. People leave a good magic show wondering how the heck the magician did that. Greiving people either leave a John Edward show wondering wondering why their loved one didn't show up today, or they leave trying to remember every good detail (and forget the not so good) about a new story about their dad that John Edward just made up for them. Something to do with refrigerators and Valerie Harper. It's not even a particularly good story. Nor is it comforting. It's just really expensive.