Mary E. Badaracco

The Unexplained Disappearance

Mary Edna Badaracco

Bonnie M. Wells

The Great Psychic

I didn't know Mary Badaracco, never heard her name until I was contacted by her daughter Elizabeth in early May of 2002, via the computer.

To this day, I'm not certain how Beth learned of me, or why she contacted me for information on how to reach psychic Georgia Rudolph. But she did.

Rudolph of course, for those who don't already know, may be the greatest psychic who ever lived! She is the psychic who singlehandedly solved the McCrady case here in southeastern Ohio back in 1996.

She made quite a name for herself at that time, and it has become my pleasure to assist other people in their searches for loved ones, by supplying Ms. Rudolph's address and phone number whenever possible.

For I believe, talent such as hers should not be wasted. She can probably help solve crimes from one end of this nation to the other. At least, I hope she can.

According to the last item I read about Georgia Rudolph, she was going to be writing a column for a local news paper called A Woman's View. In that article her e-mail address was listed as .... georgia@awomansviews.com Her phone number was listed as 1-304-464-5760.

I'm listing the information here today so that others throughout the United States might be able to get in touch with this great psychic, and perhaps gain her assistance on their cases.

Update: June 2004: Rudolph's number has changed again folks! Here's the latest one that I found..... 304-428-1929 {that's a West Virginia number.}

Help.....Without Money?

Beth didn't have much luck with Rudolph, as it seemed she required quite a bit of money before she would assist in locating Beth's missing mother.....although she claims to "know exactly where the missing woman is!"

I was surprised, considering the number of news paper articles that I have read in which Rudolph brags about "helping the police .....free of charge." In fact she claims to have turned down "hundreds of thousands of dollars in reward money" over the years of her psychic career.

By the time Rudolph made it pretty plain that she needed money before she could "see" anything, I'd already started working the disappearance of Mary Badaracco, and was just waiting for Beth to contact me again. I didn't have to wait long.

Today, I'm going to list enough of the only dream that I've had to be able to identify my dream and my work in a court of law ..... which is exactly where the person who tries to steal my work is going to end up the next time ..... and that's a promise!

Dreamer: Bonnie M. Wells

Date of dream: September 23rd, 2001

Dream Title ...

Something Borrowed ... Something Blue

Something Old .... Something New

Note: Clue words appear in "this color"

I was riding our old Honda motorcycle.... an early eighties model that my husband sold to Wild Bill when we purchased a new Aspencade in 1992.

Several times, I passed Wild Bill's girlfriend Betty driving his truck.

Betty had long dark hair and was driving the truck while a big, burly looking guy sat on the passenger side. Although he had shaggy looking dark hair and a beard, I could see he was a larger man than Wild Bill.

Finally I drove past the service station on the corner of ___ and ___ streets, and noticed the truck parked close to the restroom doors. "Ah...hah," I thought.... "Betty went to the rest room, and now I can take the truck!"

I parked the Honda behind the building and slipped the cover over it. It would be fine until I got back.

The driver's door of the truck was unlocked, and the next thing I knew I was fingering through Wild Bill's keys in search of the one that fit the truck's ignition.

As I looked through the keys I recognized certain ones ...."There's the key to the tow boat, the garage, storage buildings, his house, the crane, buildings at work, etc."

There were many keys that I did not recognize but I knew they were his keys and he would need them when he went to work the next day.

After locating the ignition key, I slid behind the wheel and quietly shut the door.

The truck started as easily as it always had. I slipped the gear shift into reverse and quickly backed off the parking lot and headed for Parkersburg.

About half way across the bridge I glanced at the gas gage and saw that it registered empty.

"Dammit, just my luck, and wouldn't you know I didn't bring my purse, wallet or anything." I mumbled.

Once across the bridge, I pulled off the street and began searching the truck for money.

I looked under the floor mats, in the ash tray, up under the seat, down in the seat,..... and eventually found 48 cents. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

But where should I go to get the gas?

I knew where I'd go .... I'd go up to that little, old service station on the corner of East __ and 13th Street. The elderly man who owned and operated the station wouldn't think it odd that a person only purchased 48 cents worth of gasoline.

Sure enough, the man didn't act the least surprised when I ordered 48 cents worth of gas.

I paid him, smiled and drove away.

Next thing I knew I was standing in Linda K.'s house looking out a second story window.

Behind me sat a dark, wooden dinette set.

Each chair had a curved back to it, and appeared to be antique.

For some reason, I felt it was the house my mother used to live in on Virginia Avenue, but could not figure out when Linda K. had moved into it.

I toyed with the wedding ring set on my left hand and locked the rings back together. Someday, I had to get the set repaired because the lock was broken and the rings would not stay together.

As Linda and I talked I tried to form a plan in my mind.

I knew Wild Bill and Betty were furious with me by this time and probably had every cop in the valley looking for me. And I knew I had to get those keys back to Wild Bill before work time tomorrow or he would throttle me! It was just a silly prank, but he'd not see it that way if he couldn't operate anything at work the next day!

I intended to take the truck back to within a block or so of where I'd found it and park it, leave the keys in the ignition and go on home. I knew they would find the truck and everything would be okay.

But when I asked Linda to follow me back to ________ and then take me on home, she refused. She was upset with me because of what I'd done. I even asked her to just take me home and I'd toss the keys out in Wild Bill's drive way as we passed, but nope, she was having none of it.

Finally I asked if I could use her phone to call Sindee to come and get me.

I knew she would take me home or follow me back with the truck, which ever I decided. But Linda said I could not use the phone unless I paid for the long distance call right then and there.

How she knew it would cost $2.50, I don't have a clue, but I had no money with me and although I promised to bring the money the next day, she refused to allow me to use her phone.

By this time the rings on my finger had become a blur through the tears that streamed down my face.

I had to get those keys back to Wild Bill even if I had to walk every inch of the way ......

End of dream