Confessions of a Palm Beach Psychic
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White on electric blue. The May sunlight leapt from the Atlantic's whitecaps like sparks from a raging fire, making him squint, and the moment he looked within, he remembered the intense, alien ray frying the engine in his car twenty years before on I-5 at night above Ashland, Oregon. A cool ocean breeze made love to him, and he closed his eyes once again experiencing an instant, extremely real replay when his big, powerful, Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme suddenly shut down and lumbered to a standstill on the side of the road. Sarah, who sat next to him, was shocked awake by the sudden alien invasion and moved close to him. "What's happening?" She asked. "They got us now," Michael said. "It's the aliens from the farm in Santa Barbara who have followed us up the coast." "What can we do, Michael? I'm scared. I don't want to die." "I don't know," Michael replied, opening the car door and jumping from the car to confront the aliens in a desperate attempt not only to calm her fear, but his own. He knew the best defense was an offense, so he decided to attack like he did on Woodstock mountain fourteen years ago when he fought the same aliens to save Lili, a former lover who had summoned him from New Jersey, from their evil grasp. Physically, he knew they were no match for him. He had beaten them both with one punch each and tossed them unceremoniously from Lili's house. Although he had won the battle, Michael knew they would seek revenge, and he was sickened by a weird, mental weapon they had used to try and stop him. He felt like they had imprisoned him in a room filled with broken glass and had transplanted hair on his teeth. He shook his fist at the spacecraft, cursing them for destroying his car and for their cowardice. Not one alien creep would stand and fight like a man. "We're in big trouble, Sarah," Michael said, entering the car to tell her what had happened. He felt violated, like he felt fourteen years ago when they tried to stop him with that strange weapon, making him sick for a long time after the encounter. He had felt like he was wrapped in an old, dusty, oriental carpet, and his skin had crawled. The attack struck deep into his soul. "The damn car's dead," Michael said. "They wasted the car." "Why us?" Sarah asked. She was unable to quell anxiety that she had experienced since the morning in Santa Barbara when the car lost power, and Michael had to turn into Sunshine Farms where there was a gas station, a store and a coffee shop. "I'm responsible for it. It was something I did a long time ago. It's payback for what I did to them."
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Confessions of a Palm Beach Psychic
During a journey across the country, Michael recalls in detail these supernatural events and waves that rocket him and all who come in contact with him into a state of grace. Each step of the actual cross country journey represents the dawning of a new consciousness about what it means to be human and what it means to seek truth in a world of danger and deception, opening a brand new chapter in man's quest for immortality and embarking on a quest for peace, hope, and light into the unknown events within the fascinating context (through time and space) of a spiritual journey from the Palm Beaches across the United States to Seattle.
About the Author
Matt DeGennaro, a graduate from Brown University who holds a BA degree in American Literature, also studied creative writing at Brown and at N.Y.U. He is a published poet in America and England, and has spent his "creative life" writing for others, including movie 'screen treatments', advertising, and sales promotion. For years, Matt has used his talents as a psychic reader and clairvoyant to further others. He reads currently for the United Metaphysical Church of The Palm Beaches where he continues to predict future events as they affect people's lives. He lives in Wellington, Florida, where he is currently at work on a new novel entitled Unholy Alliances, and a screenplay entitled The Deep-Fried Western Dream.