LOVING GHOSTS

A healer’s personal journey is fraught with paranormal activity.

At age 48, author May began a nine-year spiritual rite of passage which included visits from the dead. As things go bump in her dark night of the soul, she works through hefty emotional baggage, in particular the rage she felt at her mother’s suicide. She journals and sketches, consults channels and psychics and recalls past lives (she may have been Joan of Arc), while developing discernment in her choice of practitioners. A dedicated horse lover and Vermont farmer, she is sustained by her deep connection to the animal kingdom–“My root chakra is sitting on my horse’s heart chakra.” The book is both mystery and memoir, as the author investigates circumstances surrounding a friend’s untimely death while dealing with life’s more mundane complications, such as marital and financial woes. Reality dissolves, and in its place there’s automatic writing, shape-shifting into a wolf, visits from Christ, fairies and a levitating fuzzball. It’s a high concentration of the strange, even for the psychically tuned in. A reader outside the author’s circle may conclude that, as she writes, there’s “absolutely nothing [they] can verify.” Did a three-quarter-ton diesel truck barreling out of control toward a snow bank magically right itself? Does an 18-inch-tall gal in pilgrim garb, with a face like a dried apple, arrive in the middle of the night to eat fear? Some who cross the author’s path claim they’ve never met anyone like her, and that’s certainly true. Still, there’s something to be said for having one’s views dramatically challenged and expanded through the written word. May’s mind-bending story may be the unabashed truth, an elaborate fabrication or a bit of both, but it’s one hell of a tale and more expertly plotted than the Twilight series.

A woman blows open psychically and becomes a healer, a ghost lover and a full-trance medium.