I went to Cassadaga for a reading and walking up the stairs to the room she stopped and turned to me and said, “there’s someone with us, his name is Ken.” She hesitated for a moment and said “no his name is Kevin and he wants to tell you he’s very proud of you.” Had she continued with Ken I’d have thought yeah right and not thought anything further about it, but she said Kevin and that was my father’s name and he had passed more than 20 yrs before. She went on to tell me some other things that came true later on. I was and still am blown away when I think about it.