My mother and I had the distinct pleasure of sitting across from Phelan at one of his Psychic Fairs. This was at the Radisson Inn in Dunwoody in 1993. My mother wanted to go, and a specific anniversary was coming up, and I said that I would take her. When it was our turn, we were taken by a young lady from the waiting area to the room where Phelan and three other Psychics were giving readings. We sat down, and Phelan greeted us in a very pleasant and warm manner.

He asked us who he was reading for, and my mother spoke up and for me. He looked at her and laid both of his hands on the table. He asked her to lay her hands into his palm down.

He closed his eyes, and he started to speak, and he asked my mother who was the young man named David. We both burst into tears, and when my mom was finally able to respond, she informed him that David was her son; he died in a motorcycle accident.

He went on to tell her some things David wanted her to know, and when he stopped speaking to her, he turned to me and said, Peanut, my nickname David use to call me, I am proud of you; you have created a beautiful life for yourself. Please take care of our mom. My mom passed in 1997. She was Phelan's client until the moment she took her last breath. I remain faithful to Phelan as his client, and I will stay until the day my spirit leaves my body.