Tyler Henry can contact the dead. His app: he scribbles on a paper to connect. As he scratches the paper with pen, making haphazard lines, there comes a moment where he nabs the remnants of the soul – like, some name, or a letter, or name of a place etc.. As he speaks those tidbits, the dead’s relative sitting across him, confirms and fills in the clues.
After couple of right Q&A hits, (and they are surprisingly all correct) a trust is established between Tyler, the Soul-Mobile, and the dead’s relative. Finally, and thankfully to end the show, the relative asks one final question to the dead, to which, Tyler, the medium, receives the reply and decodes the answer in his own words. A closure, as they say, is finally achieved.
This similar ploy is repeated episode after episode, 9 times. And surprisingly, one may find himself binging on these 45 minute clones. It could be because the production and filming is classy. The girly Tyler Henry has good teeth and his hair’s like an expensive wig.
The concept of the show looks like borrowed from the movie – Ghost – where the fantabulous Whoopi Goldberg did the same role but with laughs and humor.
Anyways, the catch of the story is the story of the dead, revealed in between scribblings and dollops of false laughs. And the answers transmitted back from the dead are pretty boilerplate – the death was easy, the soul is chillaxing. Upon hearing this, dead’s relatives are solaced. The Medium gets up and walks away – almost blowing a sigh of relief. Phew!
And that’s that. Repeat.
The Living die. That’s normal. The Dead remain dead. That’s normal too. But in all religious constructs, the soul has a fate. In one case, the soul gets another life, albeit after few days of partying around. In another case, the soul claustrophobic-ally awaits the Day of Judgment to finally arise out of the soil for a ticket to heaven or hell, God-deciding.
This show constructs a – New Kind of Life After Death. The Soul continues to remain a soul. Because, the deceased relatives get to converse after years and, in some cases, decades after passing. Well, if souls really lingers on, it better be an interesting afterlife. Besides, one can imagine a very crowded Soul-World.
Tyler, the Clairvoyant, finally earns enough to open his own arts studio on whose walls he pins his A4 size pages filled with dark haphazard scribbled lines. In the business of the soul everything has value, as long as one inhabits a body and knows how to sell his scribbles.