Evolving from my earlier life as an epidemiologist and environmental health specialist to become a pioneer of psychic radio, I have helped thousands of people via the airwaves and private practice. My life is proof that sometimes God and the universe have higher purposes for us than we can originally envision. I’ve been known throughout my career as the “#1 radio psychic” and a “psychic’s psychic” who reads for others and helps people awaken to their gifts. Since earning my Ph.D. in Metaphysics, I have fused my medical background and spiritual gifts as a metaphysical clinician, helping people with a unique approach that draws on science and spirit, the physical and esoteric.

As an example, just the other day, I bought a new outfit for a business trip I am taking next week; the outfit needed alterations. My usual seamstress was not available for my deadline. I located another locally. I called and the woman said she would be there for 10 more minutes. I rushed to her work place in Los Angeles traffic. I knew there would be only street parking, which was filled. As I approached her store, a car suddenly pulled away from the curb and I slid into the spot. Divine intervention, “Thank you, God!” I exclaimed.

The following day, I had been thinking of someone I had not seen in several months when in the most unassuming location, we ran into each other. An ice breaking moment for both of us, hugging, brief catching up and a promise to get in touch soon. Another act of divine intervention. The signs are everywhere if we just open up to seeing the energy work in our favor in the divine timing of the plans the universal Gods have for us.

I was brought up in a non-religious Jewish household. I remember kneeling down at the side of my bed at around age four, and my mom telling me to say my prayers. I did not understand the concept of God back then. I had a few past life recalls as a child. Around the same time, I learned to pray. I remember one specific evening in Pacoima, CA, where I lived in the late 50s. My dad was pointing to the stars, showing me constellations. I remember thinking, “Here I am again,” as if I recognized the sky.

A year earlier, in January 1957, I was outside playing. Upon hearing a loud crash in the sky, I looked up to witness two planes collide in mid-air. Those planes killed two children on a junior high playground. It was the same plane crash that haunted Richie Valens until the day he died in a plane crash. I went into shock for about nine months.

Fast forward to the mid-60s. One day while the family was in the car, I asked my dad what he thought God was. He pointed to a tree and said, “If you want that tree to be your God, that’s your God.” I could not put that together with the feelings I had inside but made the best sense of it that I could. I was a rather defiant teenager and started to discover God every time I prayed when I was grounded. By the time I was in grad school at the University of Michigan, I knew something was lacking within me, but couldn’t pinpoint what I was searching for.

The road to my ultimate spiritual destiny began on February 17, 1981, when 24 years after witnessing two planes collide, I was in a much-publicized plane crash at John Wayne Airport in Orange County, California. I heard a voice. Ninety minutes prior to the crash, I had had a premonition of the exact spot the plane would crack in half – and felt 50 feet out of my body for over four months.

I was on company business when the plane crashed. The following year, my car was hit by a fire truck on my way to an interview in public health. I totaled my car and had the white light experience in 1984. The voice said, “You can come with now or stay and do…” I was given a message. I stayed. When the paramedics extracted me, I screamed, “They want me off the planet, they want me off the planet!” and drove me to UCLA ER. No one understood my insights, pleas, or experiences back then.

I was lost for several years after the accident – but once I began to trust some force, process, light, experience, and watch for the synchronicity and rhythm of the universe, I knew I’d found God. I let go and allowed things to unfold. Once I stopped trying to control everything and began to understand the will of God vs. my own self-centered will, I experienced some amazing revelations and events I knew were only that of a predestined plan.

I became a psychic after the plane crash. My mind, heart, and soul opened in ways which both frightened and intrigued me. I had no one to talk to about this. When I told the shrink at UCLA that I felt God put me on that plane, I distinctly remember him asking me what God had to do with it. My inner response was EVERYTHING. I felt in tune with the depth of feelings, realizations, how events occur, and watching for a master plan, much like Dr. Carl Jung wrote about.

I stopped running after 12 years of becoming psychic, and doors began to open on radio and TV, where I created a career helping people spiritually. As time went on, I prayed, sought, watched, cried, experienced frustration while embracing energy and faith I never knew. This was not just intuition. I was not just a psychic. I was being initiated by the other side to help people heal their lives here on earth. I have no idea why I was chosen. I have insight and wisdom from somewhere I never studied or sought. It simply channeled through me.

When my aunt was dying of cancer in 1996, she said she’d toss pinecones to prove she was ok. Returning to her apartment morning after she died, I heard her say, “There are pinecones.” I searched the grounds of her complex. There were no pine trees. Just before I reached her building, I spotted three small pinecones on the ground…one for my two cousins and myself. Prior to leaving my house to meet the family, my keychain broke. I had an “Infiniti” symbol on my chain. I drove a 1999 Infiniti, and she had a 2000. That key chain had never fallen apart. It did that morning. The pinecones and key chain were a message that she was ok on the other side. Again, the divine intervention showed itself.

As I approach the 42^nd anniversary of the plane crash, February 17, 1981 I can testify yearly since, the amazing coincidences, acts of God, miracles, and messages. I believe we are all a part of the great spirit in the sky. We are all cheese pieces on the board of life. We can all walk in unison, to be in the flow, if we just stop, watch and observe. This is not about religion which man-made. Spirituality just is…The birds, trees, people, stars, and energy…and parking spots. It’s all part of the light, the energy, the love. it’s all about Love.

Evolving from my earlier life as an epidemiologist and environmental health specialist to become a pioneer of “psychic radio, I have helped thousands of people via the airwaves and private practice. My life is proof that sometimes God and the universe have higher purposes for us than we can originally envision. I’ve been known throughout my career as the “#1 radio psychic” and also a “psychic’s psychic” who reads for others and helps people awaken to their gifts. Since earning my Ph.D in Metaphysics, I have fused my medical background and spiritual gifts as a metaphysical clinician, helping people with a unique approach that draws on science and spirit, the physical and esoteric.

I was not brought up in a religious Jewish household. I remember kneeling down at the side of my bed at around age 4 and my mom telling me to say my prayers. I did not understand the concept of God back then. I had a few past life recalls as a child. Around the same time I learned to pray, I remember one specific evening in Pacoima, CA, where I lived in the late 50s. My dad was pointing to the stars, showing me constellations. I remember thinking, “Here I am again,” as if I recognized the sky.

A year earlier, in January 1957, I was outside playing. Upon hearing a loud crash in the sky, I looked up to witness two planes collide in mid-air. Those planes killed two children on a junior high playground. It was the same plane crash which haunted Richie Valens until the day he died in a plane crash. I went into shock for about 9 months.

Fast forward to the mid-60s. One day while the family was in the car, I asked my dad what he thought God was. He pointed to a tree and said, “If you want that tree to be your God, that’s your God.” I could not put that together with the feelings I had inside, but made the best sense of it that I could. I was a rather defiant teenager and started to discover God every time I prayed when I was grounded. By the time I was in grad school at the University of Michigan, I knew something was lacking within me, but couldn’t pinpoint what I was searching for.

The road to my ultimate spiritual destiny began on February 17, 1981, when 24 years after witnessing two planes collide, I was in a much-publicized plane crash at John Wayne Airport in Orange County, California. I heard a voice. Ninety minutes prior to the crash, I had had a premonition of the exact spot the plane would crack in half - and felt 50 feet out of my body for over four months.

I was on company business when the plane crashed. The following year, my car was hit by a fire truck on my way to an interview in public health. I totaled my car and had the white light experience in 1984. The voice said, “You can come with now or stay and do…” I was given a message. I stayed. When the paramedics extracted me, I screamed, “They want me off the planet, they want me off the planet!” and drove me to UCLA ER. No one understood my insights, pleas or experiences back then.

I was lost for several years after the accident - but once I began to trust some force, process, light, experience, and watch for the synchronicity and rhythm of the universe, I knew I’d found God. I let go and allowed things to unfold. Once I stopped trying to control everything and began to understand the will of God vs .my own self-centered will, I experienced some amazing revelations

I became psychic after the plane crash. My mind, heart and soul opened in ways which both frightened and intrigued me. I had no one to talk to about this. When I told the shrink at UCLA that I felt God put me on that plane, I distinctly remember him asking me what God had to do with it. My inner response was, EVERYTHING. I felt in tune with the depth of feelings, realizations, how events occur and watching for a master plan, much like Dr. Carl Jung wrote about.

I stopped running after 12 years of becoming psychic and doors began to open for me on radio and TV, where I created a career helping people spiritually. As time went on, I prayed, sought, watched, cried, was frustrated, and embraced an energy and faith I never knew. This was not just intuition. I was not just a psychic. I was being initiated by the other side to help people here on earth. I have no idea why I was chosen. I have insight and wisdom from somewhere I never studied or sought. It simply channeled through me.

When my aunt was dying of cancer in 1996, she said she’d toss pinecones to prove she was ok. Returning to her apartment morning after she died, I heard her say, “There are pinecones”. I searched the grounds of her complex. There were no pine trees. Just before I reached her building, I spotted three small pinecones on the ground…one for my two cousins and myself. Prior to leaving my house to meet the family, my keychain broke. I had an “Infiniti” symbol on my chain. I drove a 1999 Infiniti and she had a 2000. That key chain had never fallen apart. It did that morning. The pinecones and key chain were a message that she was ok on the other side.

My life since the plane crash 39 years ago is full of coincidences, acts of God, miracles and messages. I believe we are all a part of the big spirit in the sky. We all walk in unison if we just stop, watch and observe. This is not about religion. That’s man made. Spirituality just is…The birds, trees, people, stars and energy…it’s all about Love.

Dr. Linda Salvin

Metaphysical Clinician

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