I hesitated posting before now, but the controversial suspension from this forum of my beloved voice in the wilderness sister, Robin, has, I am sure you will all understand, left me no other choice but to dive fearlessly/fearfully into this otherwordly abyss. Please rest assured that I have followed the thread closely, despite having a million other things to do, and could comment on many aspects of this fascinating discussion. But I feel it is most productive - and, hopefully, will insulate me from too much suspicious and vicious blowback - to limit my input now to only what I experienced personally in my interaction with John Edward.
I accompanied my very own S.J.C. (Stupid JokeMaking Clown) sister to the John Edward reading with an open mind, obeying her ridiculous, non-negotiable demands to avoid any conversation anywhere outside or inside the venue for fear of being eavesdropped, recorded or pitied for being so shockingly uninteresting. My name also was not on any registration list, nor was there any indication that I would be using one of the tickets. Robin has described the course of our meaningful and specific reading, but I will cut to my own particular chase...
After John requested that I stand up, which I was terrifyingly reluctant to do, the very first thing he asked of me was if I had a Valerie Harper connection. Before I responded, he immediately qualified this by saying that it would not simply be my having seen and enjoyed the Mary Tyler Moore Show or knowing that she had played the character of Rhoda. It would have to be more significant than that. He insisted upon it to the point of being annoying. What I am absolutely convinced of is that John Edward could not in any earthly way have known or even guessed that three hours before, I had been sitting in my mother's kitchen waiting for S.J.C. to pick us up for the John Edward event and was mindlessly thumbing through the newspaper. I noticed there was an advertisement in the theatre section for Valerie Harper's new Broadway play, Looped, along with many other theatre ads highlighting various celebrities of the stage and screens, both large and small.
Since Ms. Harper had been a favorite of mine since her 1970s days starring on the sitcom, Rhoda, I immediately called my best friend and told him that we should coordinate a date and buy tickets. Please understand that this was just a conversation, an idea, and no tickets were ever purchased or charged that afternoon. My friend also had no clue I was attending a John Edward event later that evening because I knew that if I shared that with him, he would react as charitably as most of the posters on this site. It was simply an exciting item to add to my mental "to do" list. And it departed my immediate consciousness as soon as we left for the reading. And also let me reiterate that the Valerie Harper comment was said specifically to me by John Edward and not floated to every member of the audience who perhaps had seen the newspaper ad that day and then made a plan to purchase tickets to the show. And since the play sadly closed after approximately fifty performances, I doubt there was an overwhelming awareness or demand for seats by the general public, living or dead.
I do shamefully admit, however, to not acknowledging John Edward's unbelievable "hit" with me in that extraordinary moment. I had heard of subjects often freezing and becoming unable to remember or acknowledge obvious details about themselves when in the thick of a reading, but thought that was absurd and could never happen to someone like me with an IQ, hopefully, in double digits. Hi, I'm Occam Jr. and I have a problem.
Perhaps this, in the end, really was an against all odds, when hell freezes over, one-in-a-million, when pigs fly, Mardi Gras in Mecca, when chicken have teeth cold reading success by John Edward. I, personally, find it easier to believe that there were indeed other forces at work. And, honestly, my jumping into the fractious fray here is also about that wonderful woman, Valerie Harper, who recently is gallantly and joyously facing challenges of her own that make debate over these issues seem small - but, yet again, oh so large.