hear. There are times, however, when I feel the message and know that it is extremely accurate. In a case like that, I’ll stand behind it. Even if the person I’m doing the reading for can’t validate it, I’ll tell her to just “put it down,” make a note, and think about it later. Often when someone is having a reading it’s like her brain freezes and she can’t think right away, even of someone she knows very well. For most people, getting a reading is not an everyday occurrence, so maybe she’s nervous.
Do you ever get a message wrong?
I’d be pretty narcissistic if I said that I never get anything wrong. I’m not hearing a voice or words; I hear thoughts . Sometimes a thought is clear and sometimes it’s not. Sometimes I get a name, sometimes just a letter. Only God is perfect.
How do you deal with skeptics?
I understand when people are skeptical. I don’t care if people don’t believe me, but it pisses me off if they don’t respect me as a person.
Early on, I remember this one man I’ll call George who was both skeptical and disrespectful. He really annoyed me. He walked in and said, “This is crap, but my daughters made me come.” He sat down and I proceeded to connect with his wife and his mother. I gave him their names, details of their lives, and so forth. He said, “Oh, anyone could get that. This is crap.” Today I probably would say, Okay, thanks for coming. But I was young and I wanted to prove to this man that I was actually connecting with his wife and his mother, so I asked him what I could tell him that would impress him. He said, “Tell me what I do for a living.” I asked his wife and said, “Your wife tells me that you race horses, but have always wanted to sell cars.” And he snapped, “No, I sell cars, but have always wanted to race horses.” I got the two switched. So I said, Okay, but don’t you see that the answer was there? He refused to be impressed and still claimed that it was all crap. I remember wanting to punch him, but now I think it was one of my favorite readings. It taught me that there are always going to be skeptical people. I could have given George the combination to the safe and he still would not have believed me. Sometimes you have to learn to say “screw it” and move on.
In another case, a woman who had lost her husband was having a lot of trouble getting past her grief. Her daughter, trying to help her, made her an appointment for a reading with me. But she didn’t believe in psychics. She didn’t believe in the Other Side. She just thought her husband was gone from her for good. She told her daughter that she didn’t want to go. Her daughter was smart; she didn’t pressure her. She said, “That’s all right, Ma. You don’t have to decide now. You have a year and a half to decide if you want to go or not.” (My private readings are booked up literally years in advance now.) Every now and then, the daughter would ask her mother if she’d changed her mind, and every time her mother said no she didn’t want to go. Then a week before her scheduled appointment, she was at work, alone, having coffee in the lunchroom. The room had just a table and chairs and some newspapers and magazines that people had brought in and left for others to read. There were no windows, nothing that could create a breeze. Suddenly behind her she heard a loud smack. She turned around and saw that a pile of magazines had fallen—for no apparent reason—to the floor. She went over to pick them up and saw that the top magazine, which happened to be an issue of New Jersey Life , had fallen open to an article titled, “Concetta Bertoldi: The Lady in the Woods.” Coincidence? I think not. That skeptic became a big-time believer in that moment! Needless to say, she did show up for her appointment and was, I believe, very comforted to know that her husband was still nearby (close enough to make a mess with the magazines!).
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Do you ever get a message wrong?
I’d be pretty narcissistic if I said that I never get anything wrong. I’m not hearing a voice or words; I hear thoughts . Sometimes a thought is clear and sometimes it’s not. Sometimes I get a name, sometimes just a letter. Only God is perfect.
How do you deal with skeptics?
I understand when people are skeptical. I don’t care if people don’t believe me, but it pisses me off if they don’t respect me as a person.
Early on, I remember this one man I’ll call George who was both skeptical and disrespectful. He really annoyed me. He walked in and said, “This is crap, but my daughters made me come.” He sat down and I proceeded to connect with his wife and his mother. I gave him their names, details of their lives, and so forth. He said, “Oh, anyone could get that. This is crap.” Today I probably would say, Okay, thanks for coming. But I was young and I wanted to prove to this man that I was actually connecting with his wife and his mother, so I asked him what I could tell him that would impress him. He said, “Tell me what I do for a living.” I asked his wife and said, “Your wife tells me that you race horses, but have always wanted to sell cars.” And he snapped, “No, I sell cars, but have always wanted to race horses.” I got the two switched. So I said, Okay, but don’t you see that the answer was there? He refused to be impressed and still claimed that it was all crap. I remember wanting to punch him, but now I think it was one of my favorite readings. It taught me that there are always going to be skeptical people. I could have given George the combination to the safe and he still would not have believed me. Sometimes you have to learn to say “screw it” and move on.
In another case, a woman who had lost her husband was having a lot of trouble getting past her grief. Her daughter, trying to help her, made her an appointment for a reading with me. But she didn’t believe in psychics. She didn’t believe in the Other Side. She just thought her husband was gone from her for good. She told her daughter that she didn’t want to go. Her daughter was smart; she didn’t pressure her. She said, “That’s all right, Ma. You don’t have to decide now. You have a year and a half to decide if you want to go or not.” (My private readings are booked up literally years in advance now.) Every now and then, the daughter would ask her mother if she’d changed her mind, and every time her mother said no she didn’t want to go. Then a week before her scheduled appointment, she was at work, alone, having coffee in the lunchroom. The room had just a table and chairs and some newspapers and magazines that people had brought in and left for others to read. There were no windows, nothing that could create a breeze. Suddenly behind her she heard a loud smack. She turned around and saw that a pile of magazines had fallen—for no apparent reason—to the floor. She went over to pick them up and saw that the top magazine, which happened to be an issue of New Jersey Life , had fallen open to an article titled, “Concetta Bertoldi: The Lady in the Woods.” Coincidence? I think not. That skeptic became a big-time believer in that moment! Needless to say, she did show up for her appointment and was, I believe, very comforted to know that her husband was still nearby (close enough to make a mess with the magazines!).
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