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So, Cayla and I went to see The Theresa Caputo Experience (aka The Long Island Medium) last night. It's take me all day to process enough to maybe put a few thoughts down about what we saw last night.
First off, I guess I should state that I'm very open to the possibility of spirits and some folks being able to feel/hear/read them. I went into PPAC last night with an open mind, and a fascination to see how she worked, without it having been edited for tv. Also, I'm not trying to convince anyone of her authenticity, just trying to relate what I experienced.
If you've seen her show, you know she's a tiny woman with a big hairdo and inch-long French manicure nails, a housewife from Hicksville, NY who just happens to be able to converse with spirits. The place was packed with a lot of folks who've seen her before. Just before the show started, her husband Larry appeared off to the side, near a side exit, and shouts of "Hi Larry!" and a sea of waving hands went up. He waved back like they were all old friends. Then Theresa stepped on to the stage, where there was a movie screen behind her. After a 20 minute intro of who she is and why she does what she does (sorta like a spoken FAQ section), she came off the stage and down into the seats. (In 5 inch sparkly heels, no less). She's very funny, with a self-deprecating sense of humor.
I'm sure lots of folks say that she's just very good at reading clues and "helpful" hints she gets from the people she reads. But let me tell you, I think the crowd in Providence really made her work for it last night. She stood right in front of some people flat out asking them point-blank if they had lost someone (sometimes she was very particular about who it was they lost) and describing they way the person had died, and she got no help at all from them (the crowd). And then slowly, very slowly a hand would go up and a person would acknowledge what Theresa was trying to share with them.
She read a woman who obviously was undergoing chemo (she had a beautiful scarf wrapped around her bald head), but Theresa knew the type of cancer she was battling, what stage she was at, that she recently had come out of remission, all from this woman's mother who had passed years ago, but wanted her daughter to know that she was with her, cheering her on, approving of her alternative choices for treatment (she's going a holistic route) and that she'd just come back from a trip to Our Lady of Fatima, even though she's not a particularly religious person. She finished with this woman by telling her that her mom said she was going back into remission, and the woman confirmed that that's exactly what her doctors had told her just the day before.
She came up the aisle to end of the row that was right in front of Cayla and me, and while reading a woman who was there with her 2nd husband (the first husband was coming thru to say he was happy she remarried a guy who could actually show emotion/affection, since he wasn't able to when he was alive), she interrupted the wife to say she was seeing a badge of some sort, from a fireman or policeman with a name that started with G, like Gerry or Greg, who had recently passed and that she was having a hard time breathing, her chest felt heavy. A woman sitting right behind me stood up and said "My husband Gerry just died, he was a policeman." Theresa said to her "Did he die of a heart attack?" She replied yes. Theresa says "Do you have his wallet? He's telling me you have his wallet, and it's okay that you looked in it. You did, didn't you?" And the poor woman replied that yes, she does and yes, she did go thru it. Theresa then said he says it okay that she keeps it in her sock drawer, he doesn't mind. The wife acknowledged that's exactly where she kept it.
These are just a couple examples of what Theresa did last night. I found her to be genuine and sincere, I didn't feel like we were being manipulated at all. YMMV, obviously, and that's okay too.
I have to say that I would definitely go and see her again.
First off, I guess I should state that I'm very open to the possibility of spirits and some folks being able to feel/hear/read them. I went into PPAC last night with an open mind, and a fascination to see how she worked, without it having been edited for tv. Also, I'm not trying to convince anyone of her authenticity, just trying to relate what I experienced.
If you've seen her show, you know she's a tiny woman with a big hairdo and inch-long French manicure nails, a housewife from Hicksville, NY who just happens to be able to converse with spirits. The place was packed with a lot of folks who've seen her before. Just before the show started, her husband Larry appeared off to the side, near a side exit, and shouts of "Hi Larry!" and a sea of waving hands went up. He waved back like they were all old friends. Then Theresa stepped on to the stage, where there was a movie screen behind her. After a 20 minute intro of who she is and why she does what she does (sorta like a spoken FAQ section), she came off the stage and down into the seats. (In 5 inch sparkly heels, no less). She's very funny, with a self-deprecating sense of humor.
I'm sure lots of folks say that she's just very good at reading clues and "helpful" hints she gets from the people she reads. But let me tell you, I think the crowd in Providence really made her work for it last night. She stood right in front of some people flat out asking them point-blank if they had lost someone (sometimes she was very particular about who it was they lost) and describing they way the person had died, and she got no help at all from them (the crowd). And then slowly, very slowly a hand would go up and a person would acknowledge what Theresa was trying to share with them.
She read a woman who obviously was undergoing chemo (she had a beautiful scarf wrapped around her bald head), but Theresa knew the type of cancer she was battling, what stage she was at, that she recently had come out of remission, all from this woman's mother who had passed years ago, but wanted her daughter to know that she was with her, cheering her on, approving of her alternative choices for treatment (she's going a holistic route) and that she'd just come back from a trip to Our Lady of Fatima, even though she's not a particularly religious person. She finished with this woman by telling her that her mom said she was going back into remission, and the woman confirmed that that's exactly what her doctors had told her just the day before.
She came up the aisle to end of the row that was right in front of Cayla and me, and while reading a woman who was there with her 2nd husband (the first husband was coming thru to say he was happy she remarried a guy who could actually show emotion/affection, since he wasn't able to when he was alive), she interrupted the wife to say she was seeing a badge of some sort, from a fireman or policeman with a name that started with G, like Gerry or Greg, who had recently passed and that she was having a hard time breathing, her chest felt heavy. A woman sitting right behind me stood up and said "My husband Gerry just died, he was a policeman." Theresa said to her "Did he die of a heart attack?" She replied yes. Theresa says "Do you have his wallet? He's telling me you have his wallet, and it's okay that you looked in it. You did, didn't you?" And the poor woman replied that yes, she does and yes, she did go thru it. Theresa then said he says it okay that she keeps it in her sock drawer, he doesn't mind. The wife acknowledged that's exactly where she kept it.
These are just a couple examples of what Theresa did last night. I found her to be genuine and sincere, I didn't feel like we were being manipulated at all. YMMV, obviously, and that's okay too.
I have to say that I would definitely go and see her again.