Sydney Testimonials
1) Preventative Medicine?
I have to say I am a skeptic. I don’t know a chakra from a
kundalini, but when a pal of mine who also has two feet rooted in
terra firma raved about Sydney and said I must have a reading I thought,
why not?
I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what I would need
to volunteer in the way of background for her to do her thing. As
it turned out, I just gave my name and Sydney was off and running. She
told me more about myself than even I, in my deepest private thoughts,
knew. These were not generalities that could apply to anyone,
they were my own personal trials and tribulations, hopes and dared-to-dream
dreams.
Sydney knew that I was concerned about my daughter’s health. She
predicted that she would have relief from her crippling back problem
and mentioned a digestive concern that had not yet materialized. Having
a warning of the stomach problem helped my daughter nip it in the
bud. Although Sydney insisted, “I am not a doctor”, she was
certainly more savvy and reassuring than most conventional medicos. How
did she "read" my daughter through me? That’s a pretty powerful
gift!
Sydney saw it all, and described my life much as one narrates a
movie unfolding. I was astounded. There was my mother,
deceased since 1986, wearing her favorite hat, its brim narrower
in back than in front and adorned with flowers. How did she
know that? And the way Sydney imparted these details, like
chatting with your best girlfriend at a slumber party. I was
hearing the most miraculous revelations in the most “normal” manner. Amazing! Sydney’s
reading gave me the confidence and courage to get out of a self-imposed
comfort zone and to stretch my dormant creative and social muscles. My
novel hasn’t been published yet, and James Brolin hasn’t left Barbra
Streisand for me (not a Sydney prediction), but life is again in
Technicolor, not shades of gray. I salute her!
Sincerely,
Mary-David Sheiner
November 19, 2004
2) Finding a Lost Cat
Morgan the cat had been missing for over 14 hours. It was
very unlike her, because she always stayed very close to her home
and to her owners who lived in San Pedro, CA. I called Sydney
and was very worried. Morgan belongs to my parents. This
cat is my mother’s pride and joy. I wanted to know if Morgan
was alive and if Sydney had any idea of her whereabouts. Sydney
went into a psychic trance and saw that Morgan was alive, but trapped
somewhere near my parents’ house. I was speaking to Sydney
on my cell phone as I drove frantically with my sister Lisa from
my home in Santa Monica to my parent’s house in San Pedro to help
search for Morgan. Sydney reassured me that Morgan was alive. She
saw my parents’ backyard when she was in trance and described everything
to me in great detail - from the types of fruit trees in the yard
to the location of the gate and fence. This was truly amazing since
Sydney had never been to my parents’ house. Sydney told me
that it was a waste of time to keep searching the entire neighborhood
as my parents had been. My family and I looked for another
hour and we were getting anxious and sad. Morgan was nowhere
to be found.
Sydney said to me, “Don’t worry Dina, she’ll show up soon.” I
asked Sydney what else I could do that night to help move things
along and she replied, “Call her name, keep calling her name.” Lisa
went into the garage, which was attached to the house in the backyard. Lisa
stood silent and called out softly, but firmly, “MOOORRGAAN.” Immediately
we heard a cat crying. The cries were coming from a tool cabinet
in the garage. The cabinet was blocked by a mattress that was
leaning up against it. IT WAS MORGAN!!
How did Morgan get locked up in that tool cabinet? My parents
were in the process of remodeling their home. They had taken all
of the furniture out of one of the bedrooms and placed it in the
garage. Morgan had been really upset by all of the contractors
who were constantly coming and going and how this commotion disrupted
her daily routine. That hot June day, when the workers were
all there, she ran and hid in the tool cabinet to seek refuge. Some
of the workmen had placed the mattress in front of the cabinet, not
knowing that there was a cat hiding in it. Morgan had been
trapped all that time by the mattress. Immediately my father
pulled the mattress away from the cabinet and opened the door. Out
ran Morgan, shaken up, but very much alive. It was truly a
miracle. Sydney found our cat and saved her life. We
are forever grateful to her because of this.
Dina Marovich
Santa Monica, CA
June 11, 2003
3) Crime Solving By M. Sydney
Sydney has been a good friend of mine since 1978. We also
have daughters the same age that went to school together. This
summer I had a baby shower at my house for my daughter Lori, and
of course invited Sydney and her daughter Mandy. Lori had a
large guest list of friends from work, friends from high school,
relatives, family friends and children of all ages.
It was a warm day and the shower was set up by the pool in the back
yard. We played shower games (against everyone’s wishes) and
because there were so many guests, opening gifts took a very long
time. All was well and it was good to see everyone.
The next day I was getting ready and I could not find my Movado
watch (normally on the bathroom counter). Well I just figured
it was somewhere, then I wanted to put on my Omega necklace (normally
in my jewelry box) and it was not in its normal place. And
then I really started looking through my jewelry box and found many
pieces missing. So I called my daughter, she called her Mother-in-law
to see if she saw anything unusual and she said, “I did not want
to say anything, but I had just went to the ATM before the shower
and that money is gone, along with a gift card to Nordstrom.” So
we called everyone and found out that money was missing out of several
purses. The purses were all in the living room. EMBARRASSING! Almost
sac-religious to have this happen at a baby shower.
When we called Sydney, she immediately said it was that woman with
the granddaughter. She was the mother (we’ll call her Mary)
of Lori’s best friend from high school and we dreaded that that could
be. Early in the day of the shower I was sitting with Sydney and
Mandy and Mary came up and was asking insignificant questions and
when she left, Sydney asked me “Who was that?” I said she was
Lori’s friend’s mother, “she is loony and dresses odd but is harmless.” Ha! She
was also in the process of getting a divorce.
Sydney kept telling me it was her and the stuff was at her boyfriend’s
house and they are probably going to sell it for drugs. We
called the police and made a report. When it got back to Lori’s
friend and her dad that the police were investigating and Mary was
the only suspect, they really got on Mary and she finally confessed
and she brought it all back. The jewelry had been at the boyfriend’s
house and Mary agreed to go to drug rehab. We would have never
guessed it to be, but Sydney kept saying, “Believe me, it is her.” She
kept calling me everyday to make sure I kept on it, because if they
had sold the stolen goods, it would have been too late.
Donna Marincovich
Brea, CA
November 15, 2004
4) The Hairbrush Story
My mother had died about six months prior to this incident. Before
she passed away, she gave me an ivory-handled hairbrush she had for
over 30 years. She used it everyday for my entire life. I
cherished that she gave me this very personal item – and also began
using it everyday. It was incredibly special to me. Shortly
after she died I had to go to New York for work. As I ran out
of the hotel room, I threw the brush on the unmade bed and left. The
next day I couldn’t find it anywhere – and surmised that the cleaning
staff swept it up with the white bed sheets, not even noticing. I
called the hotel, looked everywhere, but it was gone. I felt
awful – feeling completely irresponsible that my mother had this
brush for so long, and I can’t hang onto it for a few months. Also,
she chose to give it to me, one of her three daughters, and I lost
it. She clearly made the wrong choice in my mind. I had
let her down.
In my reading with Sydney months later, she told me my mother was
there and she wanted to tell me something. I was still somewhat
skeptical – yet curious. Sydney said, “She is here, holding
up a hairbrush, saying, ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s just a brush,
let it go!’” At that moment I felt such an overwhelming feeling
that my mother was there and forgave me. It helped so much.
That is the kind of thing Sydney’s reading does for me…she is like
hours of best therapy in the world, rolled into 60 minutes. By seeing
what is painful in her clients, things they never share with anyone
but don’t hide from their psychic, she can help heal them in ways
nothing else could.
Marti Browning
Los Angeles, CA
November 19, 2004
5) A Love Affair Explained
Sydney has been extremely helpful to me in my daily life. I
had been in a four year relationship with a married woman who had
promised me that she would leave her husband. In the very beginning,
Sydney was able to tell me things about her that I didn’t even know
and later discovered that they were true. For example, Sydney
was able to describe her physically and she knew that the woman loved
artichokes. Sydney told me that she would never leave and that
the reason would be because of her young son. Sydney was exactly
right.
Anonymous
New York, NY
November 18, 2004
6) Connecting With Loved Ones in Unexpected Ways
I’d like to relay a few amazing and wonderful stories about readings
I’ve had with Sydney over the years.
The first time I heard of Sydney was a woman in my office at the
time. Her mom had just died suddenly and she was grief-stricken
with a young daughter. She and her daughter had taken a blue
helium balloon, written, “We miss you” on it and released it to the
skies as a gesture to her mom. When she had a reading with
Sydney a few days later, Sydney started the reading by telling her
that mom appreciated the balloon. That story from my friend
told me all I needed to know about the quality of a reading with
Sydney.
I called Sydney a few days later and had my first reading. My
grandfather, whom I was very close to, had recently died. When
I called Sydney for my reading, she went into trance for several
minutes then when she began to speak to me the first thing she said
was that my grandfather was there with us and he was holding flowers…she
asked me if this meant anything to me. It didn’t immediately
mean anything special and I told her so. She went back to him
and came back and said, “He says to tell you they are sweet peas.” Wow,
that truly stopped my breath. I knew with absolute certainty
that she was truly connecting with my grandfather….sweet pea was
my nickname from my grandpa my whole life…he grew them in his garden
and called me sweet pea since I was a baby. He was also the
only person in the world who called me that. The utter relief
and gratitude I felt in knowing my grandpa was “ok” in the place
he was …more than that, that he actually “was” still…completely changed
my life. It inspired me, a completely cynical atheist, to believe
in another layer of reality beyond our physical senses which has
made all the difference in the way I live my life. Now I know…there
is so much more. It brings tears to my eyes now and goosebumps
to my entire being to recall how emotional that first reading was…to
really be shown that truth in such an undeniable way was absolutely
stunning.
Since that first reading 10 years ago I’ve continued to get readings
from Sydney on a regular basis, usually several times a year. I
also regularly refer people to her and have never heard anything
but glowing reports of how truly good she is. Having had readings
with a few others in the years past, I don’t even bother with anyone
but Sydney anymore. She has helped me with the most mundane
(but at the moment important) things like helping me find lost items,
to vital career matters. For example, one time she helped me
in my law practice to identify a traitor in the office. One
of Sydney’s most amazing gifts, one that I simply never doubt its
power, is the ability to “look” over at another person and tell you
what’s happening with them. Whether they are dead or alive
she can connect with them and give you a strong map of what their
current story is. She’s done this for me in the midst of family
trauma, relationship upheavals, my children’s lives and all of the
many transitions I’ve made in my own life. She does it in a
way that is full of integrity to the other but tells you what you
need to know. Truly mind boggling and powerfully helpful.
I could tell many more Sydney stories…I can tell you with absolute
faith and gratitude that there simply is no one like Sydney…she is
just that special. And real. And amazing.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
November 17, 2004
7) Non-Believers even become hooked on Sydney
I am writing to let you know how much I respect Sydney
as a woman, a friend, and lost of all, a psychic. I have never
gone to a psychic, nor really believed in them until I recently met
Sydney. One reading and I was hooked! She is very sincere,
very positive and very enlightening as she does her readings. She
has told me many things that have come true, but in particular when
I was trying to get my most recent job, she told me there would be
a delay before the hiring because of restructuring of the position,
but that I would be hired as soon as that was straightened out, and
I was. I patiently waited and was so happy when I found out
the reason for the delay, exactly as she said!
I have enjoyed her readings tremendously and know that whatever
place she ends up, her “public” will be quite lucky to be involved
with her.
Sincerely, Michelle Babbitt
Los Angeles, CA
November 17, 2004
8) A Spiritual Medallion
Sydney’s readings have been of enormous help to me, both emotionally
and spiritually. Emotionally she helped me understand and therefore
get through some extremely difficult times with my children and with
a certain relationship. Spiritually, she has given me profound
and life changing insights. On a deep level she was able to
capture the essence of my experiences, letting me see that there
was a spiritual purpose for all that I was experiencing.
Here is my most irrefutable and fun Sydney reading story. A
couple of years ago, it was 2002, Sydney told me that she saw Santa
Fe and Taos, New Mexico all around me. I had never told her,
but I had always wanted to visit Taos. She also told me I’d
be buying a round medallion and proceeded to describe the piece. This
was odd to me because what she described was not my personal taste
at all. Soon after the reading, I asked my son, Joseph, then
20, if he’d go with me. My son hates to travel, and especially
hates to fly, so I was very surprised when he said yes. Off
we went to Taos. I never told anyone, including my son, about
the medallion, but while we were in Taos, I kept my eye open for
it. We were there for three days, and visited many of the galleries. After
the third day, Joseph and I were heading back to Santa Fe, then to
the airport. He had fallen asleep and so I decided to take
a detour and find a gallery I had been told of, that was on route
to Santa Fe. Somehow or another I turned into a gallery, which
turned out not to be the one I was looking to find. Joseph,
now awake, went in with me. I was looking at something for
my daughters when he walked up to me with the medallion of Sydney’s
description and said, “I don’t know why, but I need to buy this.” My
response was, “no, I apparently need to buy it for you”, and did.
I have sent many of friends to Sydney and all have been extremely
pleased, excited and as fascinated by her readings as I am. I
also appreciated this opportunity to, in a very small way; repay
Sydney for all the help her readings have provided over the years.
Sincerely,
Marguerite Hardisty
Los Angeles, CA
November 19, 2004