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Miss Cleo, This Time for Real

Continued from page 1

Published on September 27, 2007

"I'm an obeah woman; I practice voodoo," she says, her Jamaican accent growing stronger. "I perform weddings, energy cleansings, house cleanings — I'm on call 24 hours a day."

OK. Is she also a psychic?

"I am not a psychic," she says. "I am a mambo. A Haitian high priestess — that's what I was trained to do. Being a psychic, that was not my idea. That was a package that was put together. And it wasn't me."

With that statement, it's as though a collective sigh was released. The weight comes off her back. It's the same sigh listeners might hear between the lines on Convicted. It sounds as though Miss Cleo is finally being herself.

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