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here?”
    “It was over a five-year span,” Jamie replied, matter-of-factly.
    “Is that unbelievable?” Katie asked of her audience, and when the camera scanned the theater, they all were nodding, in amazement. “That works out to be ten violent crimes a year, solved thanks to this lady, right here,” she said to the camera. “I’d like to see how the skeptics can refute those statistics.” She paused, preparing for another commercial break. “When we return … we’ll be hearing about Jamie’s successful work—dowsing for water in the Down Under … stay with us,” said Katie, and then they cut to the commercial.
    Mat couldn’t believe it. How was it he had never heard of this woman before then? He was impressed with how natural she was—it came right through the screen. No pretense. No drama. He got up quickly and poured himself a drink from the bar, while ten or more annoying commercials, smashed together into a three-minute pause, ran their course, and then he sat back down, transfixed by Jamie Hastings.
    He was drawn in by Jamie’s good looks, her poise, and her unassuming personality, considering what she clearly had proven herself capable of doing with her incredible powers. He had always laughed off the idea that psychics were anything more than a bunch of con artists in turbans, playing people’s weaknesses, and selling flimflam to fools. Yet, here was this highly credible woman, witha list of undeniable successes and accomplishments, making him reexamine that prejudice. There wasn’t anything phony about her: she was solid as a rock, down to earth, and humble. She had nothing to prove—her successes preceded her. That was an irrefutable matter of record—a police record, at that.
    He decided to verify it directly with LAPD, once he was through with the meeting. “Hell,” he thought, “if this is even half as true as it sounds, I may have just found my magic wand.”
    When they returned, Katie engaged her in a discussion about dowsing, curious to know how in the world she had managed to locate an extensive underground river, flowing a half mile below the arid surface of a desert region on the western coast of Australia.
    “When you are seeing,” Jamie replied, “… or shall I say ‘experiencing’ from a higher level of awareness than that which we achieve through our sensate experience, Katie, you’re tuning in your antennae to reach the vibrational frequency of the target. You reach resonance with it … and it appears on your mind’s screen. It’s not much different from the way a TV antenna pulls the image onto your TV screen.”
    “Makes sense,” Katie said.
    “Or, the opposite can hold true. A spirit or a conscious essence tunes in to you and it reaches you—and appears in the material realm. Sometimes I just get flashes, but others—as in the case of dowsing below the earth—involve focusing my mind’s eye on the desired frequency, and then attuning my body to it.”
    “Wow! How does it feel to attune to a flowing underground river?”
    “Huge,” Jamie replied, unpretentiously.
    Katie looked into her camera. “You getting that, people?”
    “Once you learn how to use the gift of vision that way, it’s really that simple. You focus on the objective, tune in to its vibrational essence, and then you make the connection.”
    “You find a river down deep in the earth—water that can change the lives of millions of people—and you call that simple?” Again, Katie looked into the camera, playing her audience, stirring excitement.
    “Well, I suppose ‘simple’ is not the right word. Let’s say it is ‘doable,’ ” Jamie replied.
    “And you are certainly walking proof of that. Jamie Hastings, ladies and gentleman, and our guests, Miranda Symons and Robert Holloway: Psychics and the World of Spirits.” The audience applauded and Mat watched for as long as the credits ran, studying Jamie Hastings, a most intriguing personality, until the commercials came