Untrained Psychic

By Harry Barok

This book is about a clairvoyant who uses his powers and that of professional psychics to transform a corrupt, abusive work place. His Uncle George would actually communicate from the Other Side as to what the supervisors were planning. Harry Barok also utilized ESP and holistic health, plus traditional medicine, to conquer bladder cancer. This is a journey of spiritual and personal growth, but with a very psychic bent. Its also a tale of inspiration, faith, and belief in overcoming tremendous adversity. This reading inspires one to contemplate lifes destiny and purpose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781503559318

Harry Barok

Mr. Barok was raised in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. As a young child, Harry had some early learning difficulties, including a speech defect. He was bullied in school, somewhat. However, he always felt his angels were with him. In fact, he would talk with them, even though he couldn’t always see them. Harry participated in the Woodland United Methodist Church, Little League, and Cub Scouts. His child study team predicted that he could never attend college. However, Mr. Barok would obtain three different degrees, the last an MSW (social work) from Rutgers. Later, Harry would use his intuition and that of professional psychics to battle a corrupt place of work and defeat cancer. Mr. Barok is also an actor, comedian, singer, impressionist, skier, and kayaker.

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CONTENTS

Foreword

The Shore House

The Telephone Pole

Harry The Weatherman

Nightmare Blizzard!

Joan Black

Amazing Alarm Clock

The Learning Annex

Dr. Lauren

Ruth

Uncle George

The $250

The Medical Intuitive

The Frozen Pipes

The Princess Dawn

Dad Died Twice!

The King Is Back!

Gerda Meyer

The Photographs

Nina’s Angel Reading

You Cast A Spell On Me!

Aunt Rachel

Uncle Don

Whole Foods Woman

Anne

Mary Livingston

The Freckles Session

Dad’s Still Here!

Feline Intuition

The Scarecrow

Sneakers And Pumpkin

Southwest Airlines

Elaine

Houdini Cat

Good-Bye Joe!

Cousin Carolyn

Doctor Williams

Tina

Tettianna

Hello! From The Angels

Heather

Why Are We Here?

Reincarnation

Spirit Groups

Our Contract, Which We Have Signed

Old Vs. New Souls

Stairway To Heaven

The Other Side

A Sensitive Soul

Controllers And Abusers

Forgiveness

Journey Into Holistic Health

Aunt Bertha

Carmen Branco

The C Word!

Post-Op

Carmen, Again

Hello! Uncle! Hi! Dad!

Jane Reads Again!

The Siren Lorelie

Carmen & The King

Common Items With Elvis

It’s Ba-A-A-Ck!

Predictions

Epilogue

Addendum

In Special Memory Of Irene Fritz Weinberg (Goldberg)

Acknowledgments

FOREWORD

He really needs a psychiatrist! exclaimed my Aunt Helen. That’s not normal for anybody to talk to themselves, like that! But I wasn’t talking to myself! I was talking to my friends! They were my angels and guides!

I’ve always felt, as though, I never quite fit in! There was all this chaos! I can vaguely recall sitting in my high chair, laughing, as my one nana chased my mother around the kitchen with a frying pan! Need I mention that it was her mother-in-law? You see, Mommy had called my dad a son of a bitch… Nana through the Woods, as we called her, being from the old country, had taken the terms, quite literally!

We were still living with Nana, when Buttons, my cousin’s collie, and I had ventured into the woods, but apparently lost track of the time. Therapists speak of mixed messages, in families, this often occurred in mine. When I, finally, had returned, my mother wanted to spank me. However, Buttons would have none of it! He growled at my mommy. I stood behind him, laughing. I’m told, that she got me, later.

School was difficult for me. I had a severe speech impediment, along with some early learning difficulties. This gave me rather low self-esteem. Some of the other kids would make fun of me, but the Jewish kids never did. Later, I discovered that the Jews were usually taught to respect differences.

The Child Study Team had told my mother that I was slow. I had heard, He’ll never be able to go to college. They even had predicted that, Harry will never amount to anything!

However, Mrs. Marks, my second grade teacher, saw otherwise. She told my mother, I see Harry in an office job, some day. Mrs. Marks was an angel to me. She went out of her way, devoting extra time and attention to my needs. The speech therapist was beneficial, too. At home, my mom would continue with many of the speech exercises and certain homework.

I had often been told that I was too sensitive! I also heard, I just never knew anyone, like you, before!

I loved my neighborhood, though! It was idyllic! I learned so much at the Woodland United Methodist Church. Sunday School was really fun, especially the bad kids. I never knew what they were going to do next! I wasn’t allowed to be bad, at all. My brother, Dave, was though!

Baseball and softball were great, too. However, little league seemed like it was more for the adults. I can remember this one kid, almost crying, because he knew that he really wasn’t good enough to start. He started only because his parents had been so active and prominent, in the league hierarchy. Actually, I believe that there were several other kids, like this. I recall the fathers relishing in all the power and glory. It really seemed as though it was more fun for the fathers, than us kids.

The cub scouts were pretty cool, in the beginning. Later, I just lost interest. In college, looking back, I saw the scouts as military indoctrination. Once again, the adults sure did get high on running things!

Junior High was really a nightmare for me! Actually, seventh grade wasn’t that bad. Being shy, though, all those new kids sure were difficult to interact with! In the cafeteria, on morning, this very pretty girl came up to me and asked, What grade are you in?

I managed to stammer, S-S-Seventh. She pivoted on her heels and sped away!

In eighth grade, I transferred to a new middle school. I was bullied often. Even then, though, my physical strength was enormous! However, my mother had instilled fear into me from actually standing up for myself. Before I had entered school, she had sternly warned me not to ever cause any trouble in school. So, I didn’t! I mean that I didn’t fight back. Unfortunately, this would exacerbate an already existing problem. After 8th grade, I truly thought of myself as a victim. It would be difficult for me to alter this pattern.

In high school, I was left alone, but at least I wasn’t bullied. I couldn’t relate to the conservative rah-rahs, the greasers, nor the hippies. I was on the periphery. I rejected all those corny proms and like activities. I was probably depressed, but never caused any trouble.

I blossomed in college! All that peer crap was flushed away! I fell in love with social work. Yes! That was my soul’s destiny! I just loved helping people! My B average rose to about a 90 or slightly higher! I made the Dean’s and President’s lists repeatedly! I soon had an Associate’s Degree in Social Welfare from Camden County College and a BA in Psychology from Rowan U.

Jobs were difficult to come by, though! Viet Nam was over, and we were in a recession. Actually, it was more like a depression! Gas became scarce! There were long gas lines. Sometimes, when a driver was informed that the pump was empty, a fight would ensue. Many, many drivers were turned away!

I was often turned away from desired jobs! However, I was undaunted! I worked as a teacher’s aide and later, as a residential group home counselor. I jousted with each agency’s administration somewhat. I felt that the students and clients were ill treated to some extent. However, I always respected their dignity! Management often criticized me for being too nice. I should note that I had been helping the mentally challenged, schizophrenic, personality disorders, learning disabled, depressed, and handicapped. These folks needed to be lifted up!

In contrast, though, I was once warned, If you see any fight between a student and a teacher, you know what side to join! However, I almost hit the shop teacher. I knew that the administration was on his side. I did not like the way he spoke at and down to his students. I further felt that he was a bigot!

The group home experience burnt me out a bit, too. Again, I strongly disliked the way the service recipients were being mistreated. My opposite was there, in the form of a humongous, nasty, mean Vietnam vet. He was about 6-3, 265, but very very corpulent! Our energies just repelled on another! I should state at the age of 16, I had surpassed the later NFL bench press test. I had lifted 225 about 27 times in a row! I avoided hurting that jerk, and he had served our country!

I have to insert, that at age 26, I had performed at an amateur night, at Grandma Minnie’s. My buddy Joe and I had taken the speedline to Philly. Yes, I had also been intrigued by show business. The crowd went wild! Six different young ladies had approached or even propositioned me! However, my ticker was still out of control from stage fright.

The host gushed over me, too! Harry, I know that you were really nervous, but I could see you adlibbing. Not too many people can do that, especially while so nervous! I would quit my job to manage you! I think that you’re really capable of having your own TV show, some day!

I was speechless! It was right after this, that I began work as that teacher’s aide. However, I would never abandon my show business aspirations. After, the group home job, I was hired as a case manager for the mentally challenged and handicapped, but their issues also included the geriatric, impoverished, emotionally ill, drug and alcohol dependent, homeless, criminal, and juvenile delinquent. It was after I had gotten this job that my psychic powers had begun to significantly increase. However, I am reminded of the reading I had given someone 8 years prior.

The Shore House

I believe that I had tuned out my angels and guides, after my early childhood. Anyway, perhaps they wanted to remind me that they were still around! My best friend Greg had invited me to his college shore house. The house mother was a long, willowy, and athletic blond. I recall her as either Susan or Karen? Karen or Susan was a plant lady.

One day, this feeling overcame me! I can’t recall what had preceded this, but I had asked if she wanted a reading. I tranced, "I see your dad as tall, handsome, athletic, and he wears glasses sometimes. He has brown hair. Is