When Susan Boyle first showed up on the scene at Britain’s Got Talent, she mentioned that she had never been kissed by a boy, and she was laughed at pretty roundly for that.

But I thought that after the performance she put on, when you see the quality of life force that her chaste life leaves her with, it makes you think that she got more power and juice out of it than the average nun.

The people from Britain’s Got Talent did Susan Boyle a great disservice. They treated her like she was someone who was ordinary. She is extraordinary in the fullest sense of the word.

For a long time, I have studied swamis and yogis and Indian road chiefs and a zen master, and listened to them when they came through, and I have heard scads of psychedelic divas with god knows what chemicals brewing in their bodies. And I have not in my lifetime seen any other person, spiritual teacher, or entertainer put out that power and quality of personal chi (psychic energy). If Susan Boyle had lived in India 150 years ago, they would probably have built a temple around her.

All of us must wonder what is that quality that can be picked up by a microphone and turned into digital bits, sent bouncing off a satellite around the world, beamed to scores of different countries whose people do not speak the language it’s sung in, and nonetheless it had the effect of giving listeners physical chills and thrills and a high psychic awareness and a tendency to break out crying.

Lest somebody think this is just my opinion, I will give you the testimony of Brian Williams of NBC. He said that he had listened to it and had thrills and chills and cried—and he played it five more times and it did it to him every time, at which point he started sending it to his family and friends and business acquaintances.

This effect is so powerful that even in stories about Susan Boyle, when they play a little clip in back just so you’ll know who the story’s about, it gives me chills and makes me cry. And I don’t even listen to show tunes.

She should have been recognized as an immense personal psychic force. With the huge chi of her night with the audience, she should have been guarded like a diamond merchant. And they let the British and international paparazzi, who are famed for lack of taste, rip her off of her justly earned psychic riches. If some material thing of comparable worth and money had been taken from someone in a similar fashion, it would have been called a felony and would be worth years of time in jail.

That she had the nerve to come back and try again after that bad treatment is evidence of her courage, but the evidence of her heart and soul and her sweetness is in that great voice. We owe her. I wish I could have been there to protect her.