kevin demaria

My Story Starts Here 
 
Growing up in Bensonhurst Brooklyn was very hard. The Mafia seemed to own and control it. Even as a boy I knew this; and I knew the dangers of crossing them. The ice factory right around the corner from where i lived was a hot spot for the Mafia to drop off dead bodies. I can remember countless times that blocks of ice were broken open only to find a dead body inside of it. I can also remember how people placed bets on how that person had been killed; was it a bullet behind the ear or perhaps one between the eyes? 
My mother raised me and my siblings by herself. She never complained no matter how hard it might have been.  
I have lived, and I have died and I have lived again. Thanks to one of my fatal accidents, I am now blessed with the ability to hear the dead. I am blessed with my spirit guide Phil who helps me to communicate with spirit, so that I can help others. I have been through so many life changing events and yet I have survived them, and I am still here to tell about them. Things that would make your skin crawl, things you couldn't imagine. This book is just a glimpse into my past and present life. Some of what i tell, most would not dare to tell; They are afraid, But not me, I am and will always be, unafraid.