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Psychic in rift with Tracy police over Cantu case posts her predictions about Sandra

By khulac
Friday, May 1st, 2009 at 9:37 am in Crime.

Whatever you believe about psychics, Dani Pedlow’s initial thoughts about the Sandra Cantu case certainly seemed to have a tinge of truth, assuming this e-mail exchange she posted on her website this morning is true.

The posting is in response to our story about her beef with the Tracy police department.

Police and psychics working together to solve crimes isn’t anything new, but in the case of the Sandra Cantu murder case, this time it seems to be more a situation of Police vs. The Psychic.

The Los Angeles-based Pedlow, whose claim to fame is she predicted on live radio how a Poughkeepsie, N.Y., serial killer would be found, is upset because she swears she sent some tips to the Tracy police that identified where Sandra’s body would be found and is entitled to some of the reward money.

(Incidentally, Bay Area residents, Pedlow says she did undergraduate work in psychology and minored in criminology at Cal Poly and was offered a scholarship to U.C. Berkeley, but she instead went to New York to work on the radio.)

Here’s a few tidbits from her website biography:

“My life as a clairvoyant began at birth. It always was. It was never a choice, it was part of my identity. My listening to The Spirit within me, led to resistance from my parents. My persistence was greeted with hostility and denial in the beginning, then things were altered by defining moments in my life.

“One of my first defining moments occurred when I was 4 and a half years old. My father, sister, and I were taking a walk in Niagara Falls Park. My sister was learning to walk and was slow, so I ran ahead. In Niagara Falls, due to the forceful winds, metal trash cans at the park are placed in iron rod receptacles which shield them from tipping over due to the strong gusts of wind. I spotted a trash can and I turned around to “announce” to my father that there was a gun in that trash can. My father said, “no, there isn’t.” I remember the sense of frustration and anger that people were denying what I would “sense.” I said, “yes there is.” I ran ahead and proceeded to rock that iron rod container until both the trash can and receptacle were laying on the ground-against the protests of my father. I yelled there is a gun in there- “then he responded it is a toy gun.” I said “no it is not,” and I retrieved it.”

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