Photo Source: PxFuel My father once relied on clairvoyants, named Betty and Padre. This was after my mother had divorced him and completely left his life. I can only imagine how the clairvoyants’ messages seemed to coincide with his misfortune. They illuminated a world he saw as unjust, and amplified his monstrousness. He was already an ill-tempered man, whose home held a dangerous energy, threatening to burst. Once the clairvoyants entered it, all bets were off. They promised...