Six Of New York Psychic Suzan Saxman’s Most Astounding Predictions That Were Fulfilled

53-year-old Suzan Saxman says that she has been seeing spirits of those who have passed away since she was a child. Saxman has an impressive number of clients- about 500- and is located in Woodstock, New York.

For a long time she disliked being able to see images of disasters that were going to happen and which she had no power to do anything about, as well as scary visions that spirits would show her in hopes that she could connect them with their living relatives. She didn’t like the idea of being a psychic at all and for years she would try to ignore her gift but she was never able to stop the images and messages so she finally decided she needed to just go ahead and embrace it. She now has a psychic business called The White Gryphon in Woodstock in which she gives readings. She also wrote her first book; a memoir titled ‘The Reluctant Psychic’. She will be doing a book signing at the Upper West Side Barnes and Noble on 01/29/15 for those of you located in New York who would like to meet her.

Saxman was kind enough to drop by the offices of The Post last week to talk a little about her work, and to share some of her more shocking predictions that came true over her lifetime.

The Car Accident

“There was a boy that came to me in Florida for a reading, and I looked and said, ‘You should never drive.’ I saw a car accident, a really bad one. So I kept saying, ‘Just please, never drive. Just stay out of the car. Maybe you shouldn’t even bother getting a license.’

About a month after I get a call from his mom saying, ‘He died in a car accident.’ But he wasn’t driving- his friend was. His friend was speeding down the highway and the boy was thrown from the car.”

The Divorce

“A man in the middle of a contentious divorce came in to see me, but I didn’t think he and his wife were actually going to split up,” the psychic writes in her book. “I told him, ‘I don’t see you in court. I don’t see you apart from your wife. I don’t see any more fighting between the two of you. In seven years, you are going to have sole custody of your daughter.’ He asked ‘How can that be if I don’t get divorced?’

A week later, the man’s wife came in to see me. She was visibly shaken. After our appointment, her husband told her what I had said, and she had mocked him. She was getting a divorce and that was that.

‘But it wasn’t, she said as she began to cry. ‘You were right.’

It took her a long time to calm down and tell me what had happened. Her husband had gone on a routine business trip a few days after I’d met with him. He’d flown with a friend in a small airplane and it had crashed. They both had been killed.

I don’t know why I hadn’t seen him dead, except I feel like there is something so sacred about the moment of death that I’m not supposed to witness it. I didn’t see his wife for seven more years. She returned all those years later to tell me that her daughter had just died of leukemia.

‘You were right about that too’ said the woman. ‘He has sole custody of her now.’”

The Haunted House

“There was a woman who came to me and constantly said that her house was haunted, and she was scared of going upstairs because she heard footsteps. Her dog wouldn’t go in the room. Her children were scared of going in the room. I saw that there was a little boy who was left in that room when his family went to the light- his whole family died, but he didn’t go.”

“I told her, ‘Around the holidays, give him a teddy bear or a ball or something and leave it in the room. Give him a little present for Christmas- acknowledge him.’

She did. She put out a little angel candle for him. And she started talking to him. After she did it, the boy was gone.”

“Spirits want to be remembered and acknowledged,” Saxman says.

The Disease

“The moment this woman walked into my room, I wanted to vomit. Sometimes I’ll feel the twinge of someone’s arthritis or the dull pounding of a headache, but this was an overwhelming sensation. I was going to throw up,” Saxman says in her book.

“I put my hand over my mouth and tried to keep it together. ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked her as waves of nausea rolled over me.

‘Terrific!’ she said. But I could see a black, hideous energy permeating her entire body. Was it AIDS? Was it cancer? Was it catching?”

“’I think you need a doctor,’ I told her.”

“’I take supplements,’ she said. ‘I’m in great health.’

Excuse me for a moment,’ I managed to mutter before I had to rush out of the reading room. I barely made it to the bathroom before I vomited.”

“’Please,’ I said when I returned. ‘Go get a checkup. You need a checkup.’

‘I’ll be fine, really.’

‘No. You won’t. You need a doctor. This is something very serious.’

I tried and tried, but she wouldn’t listen to me. That happens sometimes. A few months later I saw her obituary in the paper.”

The Punctual Ghost

‘I was getting ready for a reading when an unexpected woman showed up in my shop, eager for advice. She didn’t have an appointment. She was in a terrible hurry and didn’t have time to come into my room,” says Saxman. “’I just want to know if I should take this job or not. Surely you can do that without sitting me down.’

‘Do you know someone named Howard?’ I asked.

The woman shook her head..

‘All I can see is Howard. He’s right beside you. He’s not happy at all.’

“’Howard?’ She looked completely lost. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anyone named Howard.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘Maybe you should make an appointment and come in when you’re not so rushed. All I can see is Howard.’”

“A few minutes later, when my scheduled client showed up, Howard returned. ‘Do you know a Howard? In a button down sweater?’

‘That’s my father!’ the woman cried out. ‘He’s wearing the green cardigan. He never took it off. We buried him in it.’”

“Howard knew my schedule. He knew this other woman was trying to take his daughter’s spot and he wasn’t happy about it. Sometimes I think the dead are more eager for my readings than the living.”

Getting Personal

“I had this old phone, I’d disconnected it two years ago,” says Saxman. “A few months ago, in the middle of the night, it rings. And I look at the phone and it says, ‘incoming emergency call.’”

“Immediately I think, ‘How is this phone ringing? It’s disconnected and it’s not really a phone anymore.’”

“Then I look at the date on the phone and it says it’s Wednesday, March 10. The date was actually September.”

“Wednesday, March 10, was the date that my mother died. I run to my friend David. I said, ‘I think my dead mother is calling, what do we do?’ I look at him, he looks at me, and we say, ‘We’re not answering!’”

“So we didn’t answer the phone from Mommy. I didn’t want to hear that voice disapproving. It was right when the book was going to print. I don’t think she’d be very happy with me right now. I grew up in a situation where it was like, ‘Don’t let the neighbors know!’”

“If I said anything about my visions, my mother would grab my hand and dig her nails into it.”




Angela Moore founded Psychic Review Online in 2008 after being scammed out of her life savings by a psychic con artist. Since then she has devoted her time to rooting out the frauds and helping people find a real psychic reader.

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