Bryan Greene

There's a lot of you that will say, hey, I like it, I enjoy it, I do it, it's fun.

I've got lots of friends that believe in this stuff.

I dated someone one time who kind of claimed to be a medium.

While she didn't get a lot of stuff 100% right, there were some things that she said that became remarkably close to true.

It certainly made me believe that we can flex our own psychic abilities in certain circumstances and situations."

Like when we're under an extreme amount of duress or an extreme ecstasy or joy or when we're really fucking high on ayahuasca.

I'm here for it.

Give me the experience.

Show me the proof.

Tell me how I can do it or tell me how you do it.

And this skeptic is ready to turn believer.

Because at the end of the day, there are a few people that I'd like to talk to also.

I'd love to pick the brain of George Carlin, have tea with Dr. Wayne Dyer, take a walk around the park with MLK Jr., or get really fucking high with Mitch Hedberg.

But until one of those ghosts that keep piggy-fronting Teresa Caputo pulls that wig right off of her head during a live taping of the Kelly Clarkson show, I'm just not buying what the TV psychics are selling.

Now before I leave you, because I'm cute like that,

I want to wrap this all up by bringing it back to the beginning when we talked about Psychic Friends Network and Miss Cleo and Dionne Warwick and the billion-dollar pay-by-minute phone industry that started this modern psychic craze.

It would be easy to think that that's all behind us, that the scamsters and con artists taking people for $3.99 a minute have long been put in their place, and now it's just mindless primetime entertainment and live tours at half-empty arenas.

You're wrong.

Take a listen to this.

Feel like you're going nowhere?