Jeffrey A. Wands - The Psychic in You: Understand and Harness Your Natural Psychic Power

The first time I saw Jeffrey Wands in action was in December of 2001 when I went down to a television studio in Manhattan to attend a taping on The Maury Show. I was there as a possible collaborator with Wands on a book about his psychic powers.

I was skeptical. While I believe in an afterlifeI dont think its logical not to believeI nonetheless doubted that anyone could talk to the dead or see into the future with absolute certainty. But I was there to see what he could do and how he worked.

What follows is a mostly verbatim account of what happened.

Wands came out on the stage to a nice burst of applause and a couple of shouts from the 150 or so people in the audience. A trim, thirtyish, handsome man all dressed in blackshoes, suit, turtleneck. Wands looked nervous. I gathered this from the way he sat on a curved bench next to Maury: His body was still, his eyes a little too watchful.

I also looked closely at Maurya tall, thin man with a shock of gray hair, also dressed in blackand tried to detect what he might be thinking, or doubting. Maury Povich had been around the talk show business a long time, and if anyone could spot something that wasnt kosher I figured he could. But I couldnt determine anything. Maury was smooth, melodiously articulateand unreadable.

Based on what Jeffrey Wands was about to endure, nervousness seemed to me an appropriate state. The Maury Show producers had devised an acid test for him. And much more than his credibility was riding on how he performed.

As Maury explained:

We have some grief-stricken guests waiting backstage who are desperate for Jeffrey to communicate with their deceased loved ones. Jeffrey has never met any of these guests and has no knowledge of their stories. Before we meet these guests were going to escort Jeffrey backstage out of hearing range, then were going to talk with our guests, and after they share their heartbreaking stories were going to bring Jeffrey back out. Hopefully hell be able to use his abilities to connect with their loved ones who have passed on.

Maury then led Jeffrey off the stage, after which he brought out the first guest, a pretty blonde woman with cornrow hair, wearing black slacks and a sweater and who, I guessed, was in her early twenties. Simultaneously, a large TV monitor on a back wall showed a photo of a goateed, smiling young black man.

This is Angela, Maury said, and if she looks sad its because she is. Just three months ago, Alfie, the man you see in the photo, the love of her life and the father of her children, was murdered in cold blood outside her house. This is what happened.

Then, a dramatization, a blend of photos and video clips acted out by professional actors portrayed what had happened with Angela narrating.

I was asleep in my bed, Angela said tearfully, and I heard shots and I was scared. I saw that the clock said 2:40 and before it turned to 2:41 my doorbell rang three times. I got up and went downstairs and opened the door. She started to cry harder. Alfie was lying there face down with blood coming out of his head. I didnt think he was deadI couldnt bear to think of him as dead. But he was, and the hardest thing in the world is watching my children cry for him.

So what do you want to ask Jeffrey? Maury said. How he diedwhy he died?

How, who, whyeverything, Angela said.

Okay, Maury said, but before we bring Jeffrey out theres one other person who wants to know something about Alfie and thats his sister, Charlynn, whos in the studio audience.

Maury went into the audience and led a young black woman to the stage where she sat down next to Angela. Immediately, Charlynn, a heavyset person with large, expressive eyes reached over and grasped Angelas hand.

And what do you want to know? Maury asked.

Whyhow

Abruptly, she stopped and those expressive eyes got hard.

I want to know, she said, who killed my brother.

Okay, Maury said, lets bring Jeffrey out.

From time to time as Maury went through these preliminaries, a camera would show Jeffrey alone in a room backstage, sitting on the edge of a couch, his face somber, occasionally rubbing his hands together. I was worried for him. He was definitely nervous.

The camera followed him coming out of the room and down a hall with a floor strewn with cable, and then out onto the stage to be greeted by solid applause and a few shouts. Now, for him to help these women and to succeed, I knew he had to do one thing: talk to the dead.

Maury introduced him to the women and he sat down next to them.

Is there anything, Maury said to Jeffrey, you need to ask?

No, he said speaking rapidly as, I was to discover, he almost always does, let me just hear what Im hearing.

I have one, two, three figures standing here, he said. I have an older male and younger male who is about thirty coming through and I have a grandmother standing behind Charlynn.

He paused, looked down at a pad, a pen poised over it.

Now whats confusing me, he said, about their coming through is that theyre holding this young man back, so this is an unnatural passing. I get a feeling ofconfusion.