Sylvia Browne and I have a lot in common. Besides are last names being a color, our first names are also the same. We were born on the same day and year, and we are both psychics and published writers. As a matter of fact, I am oftentimes mistaken for Browne on my websites and at spirit fairs because of our names. The only difference between us, besides varying spiritual opinions, money and physical appearance, is that I do not have a Montel Williams to promote me and my books.

Nonetheless, I want to thank Sylvia Browne for bringing awareness to a very overlooked and scoffed at metaphysical ability that we all have; and, for making me aware that I need my own identity. Sylvia Bright-Green is a neat birth/married name, but since Browne and I are often linked, I need a sub-title after my name to distinguish me from her. Noting this, some months later, a dear friend who was totally unaware of my name situation unexpectedly dubbed me with a new title.

My new sub-title came about when I asked my writer/editor friend if she would edit my first book. She agreed and I sent her my manuscript. After a couple of months of not hearing from her, I finally emailed and inquired as to what was happening with my book. She apologized saying she had been swamped at the newspaper and promised she would get to my manuscript that weekend. True to her word, I received my manuscript in the mail two weeks later with all her comments and corrections. While I was implementing her editing suggestions on my book, I kept getting a strong feeling that someone else had read my my manuscript. So I phoned my friend that night and asked her.

"Nooo...Sylvia," she replied. "I wouldn't let anyone read your manuscript without your permission. Why do you ask?"

I then described to her who I sensed had read my my book. It was a woman in her thirties, medium build, about five-foot-four or five with dark brown hair pulled back into a mass of long curls. Her eyes were a velvety brown, her complexion flawless, and she weight about 110 or 115 pounds. And she was dressed in a dark floor-length Victorian style dress.

This description did not fit my writer friend, as she is a younger, petite woman with short blond hair who always wears jeans or slacks, and lives alone with her two cats and a dog.

After giving my friend this description she said, "What you just describes is so weird that gives me the 'willies.' Let me explain. When I received your book manuscript I set it on an old typewriter in my hallway, and it stayed there until you reminded me of the editing. The description you just gave me of someone reading your manuscript matches the woman in the picture hanging over that 1900s typewriter. That antique machine was hers. You know, dear friend, you really are some 'uncanny granny.' "

Through the years, thirty-three of them, I have had many of these extrasensory experiences. Actually, there isn't much that I have not experienced in the paranormal field. Due to that, and knowing there are many others who are likewise encountering supernatural happenings, I decided to start a blog.

Join me, The Uncanny Granny.