I met Lily in 1979, at one of my channeling sessions at Jon Cox's house. Apparently she was impressed by what I was able to bring through, because she approached me after the session and began asking me questions. I love questions, so we immediately became friends.

Lily had been told she had a spirit guide called Icon. I didn't think that was the right name. One day while I was in the shower, it came to me. The name is Eichhorn...Leopold Eichhorn! I was so excited I nearly dropped the soap. It also came to me that Leo was not just a guide, he was her soulmate. I couldn't wait to tell her.

When I did she was even more excited than I was, which was a lot because I had also found who I thought was my soulmate. His name was De Falco, confirmed by my psychic friend Jeannie. However, she got the name as Du Faulk. In any case I shortened it to Falco. Thereafter, Lily and I embarked on a series of adventures that kept us on a roller-coaster for many years. It was fun, it was scary, but it kept us out of trouble. Who could knock it?

Sometimes we used the Ouija board, which was not too successful a means of communication with the two of us. Our vibratory patterns must not have been sympathetic, as the messages came through as isolated words without context. We had to guess what was meant. So, we decided I would try to channel our "mates". I hadn't done it without the help of Jon to raise my vibrations to the proper level, but somehow I managed to get there on my own. One session was particularly powerful. I was lying on a single bed in my little seance room. Lily sat in a chair facing me from several feet away from the end of the bed. While channeling Falco, I felt something or someone drawing a vertical line on the middle of my forehead. I mentioned this to Lily. Then I said, "Oh, now he's drawing a line across it!" I opened my eyes and saw Lily sitting in the same place, looking rather amazed. Immediately, we heard a loud rap on the wall. I channeled in a deep voice, "That was a rap! It will confirm that I am here." The session ended soon after that, and we went downstairs to try the Ouija again.

We sat across from each other with the board resting on a small table between us. No one else was in the room. Suddenly I felt something on my upper back, like a very warm iron...or hand. The planchette then moved and spelled, "You have just made me gold and opal paid." Let me explain that. Lily had a huge opal ring. Naturally, I wanted one, but had no money to spare for it. Regardless, I went to a jewelry store the next day to have a look. The opal rings were all too big for my hand, and too expensive to boot. Then I happened to see a small, single opal set in a heavy gold filigree. The price was thirty five dollars. I tried it on, it fit perfectly, and I bought it. Later that week some extra money came in from record sales to cover the expenditure. It was Falco's way of thanking me for channeling him. I'm wearing the ring now...I treasure it.

This one is about Nancy, a woman approximately half my age, who had worked the board with me to bring in St.Germain. We didn't have much luck with that, but one day she accompanied me on a trip to the doctor, and I bought her lunch afterward. As we were sitting across from each other at the table, I "saw" with my inner-vision St. Germain in an elegant 18th Century costume of royal-blue velvet. As I "watched", he stood behind Nancy's chair, then bent over and kissed her on the right cheek. I didn't say a word, just watched. Right after the kiss, she put her hand up to her cheek and rubbed it. I asked what was the matter. She giggled and said it felt like something had touched her there. I told her then what I had seen, and it seemed to upset her a little, but not seriously. The strangest part of it was that a small red patch had appeared on her cheek and remained there for several hours afterward.

All good things come in threes, they say, so here is Shirley's tale. Shirley was a cute African-American who worked in the same office with me. We had formed a friendship early on when she came to work there. She was very interested in the paranormal, and had even done a bit of psychic work herself. One day she stopped by my desk, I thought to chat, and I told her I had just "seen" a black man wearing a purple turban. She gasped! "Doris, I came over to tell you, I just saw that man! He came through the office door, pointed to me, and said, 'I want to take that woman to dinner.'" We marveled at having seen the same person at approximately the same time with our inner vision.

One evening after this occurrence she and some other interested people came to my house for a channeling session. Shirley wanted to try it, so I had her lie down and relax. I then took her through the various stages leading to deep relaxation. She began to bring something through about the Space Brothers, which we were heavily into at that time, describing the mother ship with the little ships coming out of it. As I questioned her for details I "saw" the purple-turbaned man standing at her right side, holding her right hand. I purposely never mention these things until later, so as not to put ideas into people's heads, so I said nothing. As soon as she seemed to be getting tired, I brought her out of the deeply relaxed state. She said,"Wow, that was sure something. But you know what, Doris? All the time I felt like someone was holding my hand." I asked which one. She said, "The right one."