Today I was saddened when I heard of author Michael Crichton's passing at age 66 from cancer. Michael and I were good friends at the time when I first started exploring intuition and spirituality in the early 1980s during my psychiatric residency at UCLA. I write about him and our adventures in "Second Sight". We were spiritual buddies and explored all kinds of wild people from a housewife who claimed to channal an ancient entity to going to spoon bending parties where people bent metal with their minds.
Michael had a wonderful dog he'd take with them. One day his car got stolen and the dog was in it and he was so upset. Thank goodness both were found! Michael and I learned to sense and outline energy fields practicing on each other. Michael has a brilliant mind and was just cynical/skeptical enough to make me feel in good hands when we explored all this spiritual and psychic phenomenon. He gave me my first computer lesson on my first Mac though he was a bit impatient with how slow I was comprehending the whole thing and how clumsy I was at first with my first mouse.















