The result of the last Psychic Challenge:
Last week Last week I was focusing on the Heart (52 per cent chose correctly).
Winner: Julie Caldeira

I am a psychic performer, an explorologist, and not a magician. So I don't do card tricks - in fact, I can barely shuffle the pack! But the 52 cards carry a great significance in our minds - have you ever considered that there are also 52 weeks in the year, and four seasons, like the four suits?
I'm focusing on a card right now - but is it the Jack of Clubs or the Queen of Hearts? When you feel you know, click here to email your choice and we will announce the answer next week.

Jonathan has asked me to write about how it feels to live my unusual life. So, for the next few weeks I will be trying to put into words what I'm thinking and feeling as I use my powers - and what it's like to experience the affection, and sometimes the fear, that people display when they meet me. I thought the best place to start would be at the beginning. When I was four, I used to play in the deserted garden of a Arabic house opposite our home on Betzalel Yaffe in Tel Aviv. One day I heard kittens mewing so I ventured deep into the undergrowth in search of them. I felt something above me, and heard an intense, high-pitched sound, and then I was knocked off my feet by a ray of light from a burning globe over my head. When I came too, I ran to my mother but she didn't really believe me. But a few days later, I bent my first spoon. I was eating soup, and my mother was at the stove, and the spoon just curled. The soup went in my lap. My mother said, "It must be a loose spoon or something," but even at four, I knew the truth was far stranger.

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