Over the years many people have mentioned to me that I “should write a book.” Presently the time has come to tell my stories of what my God-given talents have helped me accomplish throughout my life. This book shares some of my legacy with the world. Within this autobiography I recount many of my personal stories and of some unusual experiences, namely: My Journey into Three Worlds: Physical, Psychic and Spiritual. Music has played a vital role throughout my life. I’ve sung with 18-piece bands including Lionel Hampton and his band, jazz trios and quartets, solo with my guitar, performing in two separate duos plus I have written three musical stage plays and 75 songs. During this time, I was also working at the University of Vermont and raising my daughter by myself following a divorce. I have been a psychic all of my adult life having read thousands of people from all walks of life as I was able to lift the veil of their future. I was also blessed with a healing gift which helped hundreds of people alleviate assorted health problems. Some are chronicled within this book. Adding to my spiritual responsibilities, sometimes I had the most awesome visions for the world and what God’s judgment may bring to humankind. See within. I hope you will enjoy reading this book as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Simone Boisvert Author My Journey into Three Worlds Physical, Psychic and Spiritual By Simone Boisvert Balboa Press Copyright © 2017 Simone Boisvert All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-5043-8349-3 Contents Foreword, vi, Introduction, ix, Chapter I: Our Early Years In Canada, 1, Chapter II: Moving To The United States, 21, Chapter III: My Adult Life Begins, 38, Chapter IV: Interesting Challenges, 47, Chapter V: Molly Gives Me A Jump Start!, 69, Chapter VI: Dealing With Unfinished Business, 75, Chapter VII: The Psychic Readings Begin. Year 1986, 86, Chapter VIII: Readings Of Future World Events, 97, Chapter IX: Readings Of Scientific Discoveries, 107, Chapter X: An Unexpected Surprise, 132, Chapter XI: Some Visitations From Beyond, 136, Chapter XII: Stories Of Some Special Healings, 177, Chapter XIII: The Healing Of Animals, 192, Chapter XIV: Out-Of-Body: Psychic And Spiritual Events, 200, Chapter XV: In-Hospital Patients Who Needed My Help, 209, Chapter XVI: A Few Recipes For Healing Some Cancers & Viruses, 216, Epilogue, 220, About the Author, 224, CHAPTER 1 OUR EARLY YEARS IN CANADA I was the second-born in a large French-Canadian family of nine girls. I was brought up during the depression years of the 1930's in the small town of Kingsbury, Province of Quebec, Canada. We lived in a humble home snuggled between wealthy neighbors on both sides. No matter, we were friendly with the children and often played games together. The first five of us children: Lisette, Simone, Anita, Antonia and Francine were born in that small house. In those days, mothers gave birth at home with a country doctor and midwife attending, and so it was with our Mother as well. She was always stalwart and brave and never made a sound. She even administered her own chloroform when in need of pain relief. Maybe she'd make a whimper now and then but we, the children, never heard her cry out when she was giving birth. Most of the residents in town were of English descent and only spoke English except for our family and a few other French folks. Across the street to the left of our home was a blacksmith shop where the owner kept busy morning 'til night shoeing horses. It was a pleasant sound to hear him pounding and shaping the horseshoes after they came off the hot coals. A very large rock was situated directly across the street from this blacksmith shop and my sister Lisette and I would sit on that big rock for hours watching him shoe the horses. We'd catch part of the conversations as the men from town gathered around for "men talk." Such was life in our small town. Friday was a special day --- pay day. Dad gave us each a nickel and off we'd go to Hawkins' general store for our special weekly treat, a homemade ice cream cone. Oh! How we loved that! Dear Dad, even during the Great Depression days he always had enough change for our special treat. We'd lick our ice cream cones while sitting on that large rock watching the blacksmith apply his craft with the horses willingly obeying. There was a sawmill next to the river that employed many men. As we gazed at the river, it was always filled with floating logs waiting to be cut into lumber. This was a natural sight for Kingsbury residents. All day long for miles around we could hear the loud buzzing of the saws cutting and shaping those logs. One day when I was 3 years old, there was a knock at our kitchen door. Mother opened the door to a man who looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties. He was holding his left hand wrapped in a towel which was soaked with blood. He told mother that he worked at the sawmill and had cut his thumb very badly. Coul