Immediate Medium with Blane Sidderbury
Hello! My name is Blane Sidderbury as you saw from the catchy headline. I will explain the rest of the title that is not my name. I had a dog that was killed by the IRS man backing out of my dad’s driveway at age 7. This is when I discovered I could talk to the dead. I closed my eyes and saw my beloved cocker spaniel Spunk sitting in front of me. He barked and barked and I couldn’t understand him, because he is a dog, but I knew I was seeing something real.
The only problem was it was only for a few minutes. I obsessed over this for years but was afraid to speak up after my mom’s boyfriend Curt told me that some people might find this revelation scary and “slap your ass in looney jail” and I did not want that. But anytime someone famous or someone near me died I could see them and talk to them. It was overwhelming for a long time but now I host a podcast that is behind a paywall on my personal SoundCloud called Immedium: Quick Interviews with the Most Recently Deceased.
I still haven’t had one listener. Some would give up trying after this fact but I decided the issue was I wasn’t in print! Print is where everything lives. And even though no paper or magazine would respond back to me I found this lovely man Major that said he would let me do my transcripts of my Quick Interviews with the Most Recently Deceased on his site CRUSHWOLF. I thought that kind of stupid name is the perfect name for a site that would grab attention! So without further ado, here’s my transcript of my 3 minutes and 28 seconds I had with Larry King before he passed on into whatever is after this!
BLANE: Larry King! My god! How are you?
LARRY KING: Who are you? Where’s my wife?
B: she is alive, and you are dead and we only have a few minutes so I was hoping I could ask you questions. Don’t focus on the dead thing. Just pretend this is a dream.
LK: easy enough. I like you, kid.
B: do you believe in magic?
LK: that’s your first question? I asked questions for a living and that is very dumb. I don’t believe in magic. I lost that after my 3rd marriage and Dancer Prancer Richard Nixon lost at the Los Alamitos race track when he was favored 4 to 1.
B: oh gambling! What’s that like?
LK: Jesus, kid you really should prepare something. Gambling was the only thing that made me feel truly alive. I can remember every bet I ever made but none of my kids birthdays. Some say those priorities are off. I say they never really lived. I was alive. You say I’m dead now and if that is true then I lived a full life. Go Dodgers and Piers Morgan can screw a duck to death.
B: wow. You are so fun. Oh!
LK: what’s happening? I can’t feel anything.
B: this happens every time. You’ll soon fade away and be someplace else. I don’t know what happens after this.
LK: does it hurt?
B: I don’t think so? I’ve never asked. bye!
LK: It does hurt, why does it hurt?!
B: Good luck meeting god or the devil or whoever. Okay, how do I stop this new recorder? I should’ve just used my iphone. Maybe iphones don’t work in this medium state? I’m not sure.
LK: It feels like sand pebbles are getting shot out of my body in every pore!
B: Oh! Didn’t know you were still here!
The recording cut off after that because I came back into our world. A true inspirational talk. He made me want to be better at interviewing the recently deceased so I decided to write questions out ahead of time for the next celebrity, pet, or relative who goes next. I even wrote an interview for myself. Hope that doesn’t publish for another 50 years! Ha ha !
So long, from your friendly neighborhood Immedium! Signing off! bye bye!
