Two months after my mother's death, I walked into a spiritual awareness course in a creaky 1930s church that smelled of mothballs—skeptical, grieving, and terrified someone would think I'd joined a cult.

I'm Matt, and this is the story of my first psychic reading. The one where I told a complete stranger about a holly bush outside her kitchen, an ornate lamp that belonged to her nan, and two cars—one red, one yellow—that I had no business knowing about.

In this episode:

• My first spiritual awareness course (aura manipulation, really?)
• Activities that made me cringe vs. ones that actually worked
• The moment I gave my first psychic reading to a stranger
• Why I saw a red car, then a yellow car—and what happened 30 minutes later in a car park
• The validation that changed everything:  ...