On Being a Psychic and Medium: Gift or Curse?
The unvarnished truth about living with these abilities
There are those gifts you love to receive. There are the ones you didn’t really need. Occasionally, there might even be one that made you wonder what the giver was thinking.
And then there’s the gift you absolutely don’t want. The one that frightens the hell out of you, that you can’t return or exchange — and that turns your entire life upside down and inside out for many years to come.
The one that makes you question your sanity, and anyone you dare tell questions it right along with you.
It’s the one that makes people call you ugly names, like “flake”, “delusional”, or “nuts.”
Even worse, “liar”, “phony”, or “fraud.”
All because they don’t, can’t, or simply refuse to even try to believe you might be telling the truth.
Such is the life of a psychic and/or medium. Or at least, that was my journey, made worse because these “gifts” made themselves known back in the Dark Ages, long before the words “psychic” and “medium” were commonplace.
So imagine being a kid. You have a deeply disturbing dream about two girls you grew up with. They are sisters and you dream that they’re dead. You wake up with a…
