A little about yours truly. I find it funny that people think I’m this mysterious guy who is somewhere camped in a cave with candles and 
waving over a crystal ball. That couldn’t be any further from the truth! In fact, I’m just like you. I’m a regular person. I know my life’s work on this planet is to help individuals heal; I’ve always known that. I just never knew how I was going to accomplish that goal until my best friend told me upwards of a year ago, “why don’t you start offering readings on Reddit?” I had done readings for her, other friends, and even co-workers before with amazing accuracy (too much to call coincidence) and I thought to myself, “maybe she’s right! Maybe I should offer readings!” The response has been overwhelming and I have you to thank.
I’m Larry (aka ParaLarry) and I’ve been doing readings as both a psychic and a medium since the year 1999 (I figured you may want to meet your psychic, after all). I never planned to have this be something I did even semi-professionally as my whole experience with psychic phenomena started with a tragedy.
Back in late 1998, I was a 15 year old high school freshman. I enjoyed my friends and having such a large family, I enjoyed my family even more. One fall day, my family and I were at a relative’s home, laughing and having a great time in the kitchen as we normally did when, all of a sudden, I was mentally removed from the scene before me and transported to what I can only liken to a mental version of an IMAX theatre, only with a much bigger screen. It was there I foresaw the death of my oldest brother who had long since left the nest and was nearly 15 years my senior.
After the vision lifted, I was transported back to the kitchen with my family who hadn’t even realized that I’d “left” them. I was a bit shaken up, so when I got home later that evening, I told my mother what happened as she’s always been open-minded and believer in all things paranormal and supernatural.
“Don’t say that, boy!” she yelled at me after I told her.
It just felt too real. I couldn’t let it go. But almost another year went by and my brother was safe. Still, I couldn’t shake the vision. I knew what I had seen and I hoped I’d be able to recognize it if it were coming true. If it were true, my parents would have friends over for a fun adults only night where they’d be playing cards, listening to old music, and drinking. I remember walking out of my bedroom as the adults began to arrive and acknowledging mentally that something was familiar about this night. It was like déjà vu that wouldn’t stop. As the night wore on, I recognized that I was seeing a scene from my vision.
“I know what,” I thought. “I’ll leave. Maybe if I change something, it’ll change the outcome of what I saw!”
Having recently being granted my driver’s license and having my first car, I told my parents that I was going to go up the road to my aunt’s home. My favorite cousin would be there and he would be able to distract me with his humor. As I pulled up to her house, again, things felt too familiar. As I put my hand on the doorknob to go in, I realized that I was exactly where I was supposed to be according to my vision. In my vision, I’d open the front door, see my aunt at the landing at the bottom of the stairs, and with the phone in her hand, she would suddenly drop it and rush past me up the
October 8, 1999. That was the night I lost my oldest brother.
stairs saying, “we gotta go!” All of this happened just as I had seen it. In my efforts to change what was going to occur, I ended up exactly where I should have been according to the vision.
Later, in the early morning hours of October 9, I would find myself unable to sleep, rocked to the core by the incidents of what had just occurred. Heartbroken and vulnerable, I asked my parents if I could sleep in their room and they graciously allowed me to. I made a pallet on the floor and tried to sleep. I dozed on and off until the sun started peeking through the windows. Finally, I dozed enough to dream, but only briefly. In that dream, my brother came to me, smiling and full of energy and said, “Tell everyone I’m all right!” He then walked off.
I immediately woke back up, comforted. I told my mother and father what had just happened in the dream and then, fully relaxed and knowing that he was all right, I fell asleep and got probably the most restful sleep of my entire life.
I am a church boy. I was pretty much reared in the church, but I found that the answers I needed about what happened to me couldn’t be found there. Still, I never wavered in my belief. In fact, I still very much am a believer in God and Jesus . Not having the answers I needed at church and the internet still at its infancy, I began checking books out at the library, eager to learn what I had experienced. The more I read, the more my gift of clairvoyance and mediumship intensified.
I began reading for friends, people at work, and school but never seriously. I was simply trying to verify what I was experiencing was valid and real. It was! And now it is my goal to share this gift with each and every one who desires it.
