The first time you do something in life, anything at all really, it’s powerful and raw in the same moment. A puppy who hears its bark for the first time will usually freeze in absolute awe of itself. Seeing the ocean for the first time can be a wondrous experience. It was for me. I saw it for the first time in Key West Florida with my late father. I walked out into the ocean with my hands raised into the air, wading into the clear blue liquid as far as I could go. The sun was shining down on me as I stared at the fine line where the sky met the water. The first time you have sex is also very powerful. All the senses seem to be turned up a notch. You remember every smell, every sensation, even every thought. The heart races, the eyes are broad and in a single moment you surrender to being vulnerable and being loved.

There are many firsts in life and with me, right now, you are experiencing one of them. I have wanted to do this for some time and it seems that nothing more than simple procrastination has been holding me back. So here I am, in a way feeling a sense of power and vulnerability at the same time. Understanding just how this project will evolve is what’s going through my mind at this very moment. Ahh… Time will tell I’m sure.

I want to be very honest and those who know me intimately could tell you without a doubt, I am totally comfortable with honesty. I have a passion for answering the big questions about God, about Life, about Death. I love to talk about experiences and I am always honored when someone bestows trust in me when it comes to their personal life. I feel that after 31 years of living, although I’m not 90, I have experienced enough to be of value to others. I have come here to talk about my experiences and put some very personal matters on display for all to see, in hopes of creating a better future, a better understanding, perhaps even a better world.

It is true what they say about helping just one person: “You come into life and if you only help one person, just one at all, you have succeeded.” I believe in that statement. After all, I am just one person myself and even though I am but only 1, I am valuable and I believe that you are too. It is this sense of value that all souls should have. Not just being aware of its existence but making a continual effort to add to it, to help it grow. I feel the best way to do this is by learning about oneself. To dive in head first and discover the sensation of being an observer, a witness to experience, a witness to life.

People call me “The Dying Psychic”.  I help those who are nearing the end of their lives, comprehend the life they just lived so that the transition from this world to the next is easier and better understood. I am a psychic. I am also a brother and a son, a spouse and most importantly a friend. I am not a fake or an exaggeration of fantasy. I go beyond having a belief in something. I am the experiencer, not just the reader. I am a first hand witness to miracles, not just an entertainer of their possibility. I have been seen by some as a saint and others as a sinner. Some say I have been “chosen”, others say I am lucky. However, the truth be known, I am envious. I am envious of the same people who don’t believe in what I do. For they have had the choice in choosing what they believe, where as I… have not.

If you find yourself reaching for something that you cant see… If you find yourself being unsure why life is such a challenge… If you have a “knowing” inside of you but are unable to put your finger on it… Allow me to set into motion some of the most basic truths I have come to witness, and let me share them with you. That way, The First Time “You” See It… you’ll know.

~ Jeremy Mazak . The Dying Psychic