Psychic or Medium?

Who Am I?

Let me start by saying that I am a psychic, a medium, a healer, a teacher, and above all, a student.

A psychic is a seer. They can see events that have happened in the past (clairvoyant), see things as they are happening while not physically being at the same place (telepathic), and/or see things that will happen in the future (precognitive). Extra Sensory Perception (ESP) is often passed off as a lucky guess or an intuitive assumption. But, how do we explain the extremely accurate relating of specific facts and minute details when the information about the person, event, or object is or has not been made available?

A medium is a go-between, the conduit for interaction between persons living on this physical plane of existence and those who have died. Many mediums like myself depend on the aid of entities who are fully aware of both sides of the veil. They are often referred to as guides or Guardian Angels. Yes, I speak to dead people. Or, more accurately, they speak to me and, with the help of my Guide, Marie, I translate for them.

I was first identified as a psychic medium in 1975 by Ed and Lorraine Warren, founders of the New England Society for Psychic Research in Monroe, CT (www.warrens.net). At that time, I didn't realize the differences between psychics, mediums, and psychic mediums. John Edward, (http:// johnedward.net/#), defines it this way: "Psychics perceive, mediums receive." I explain it this way: A psychic will walk into a house he has never been in before and tell you where your missing keys are. A medium will walk into the house and tell you who moved them and why. A psychic medium will do both.

A healer helps to make others whole, whether in body, mind, or spirit. A medium can be a healer in that he/she helps to bring awareness and understanding to those involved on both sides, which facilitates their own healing from within. Healing may also come in the form of closure, resolution, acceptance, or departure. Very often what we need for healing is not necessarily what we wanted or expected. How often can we truly say that our wants, expectations, and true needs are in total alignment? Our guides are not bound by the three dimensional confines of this world. They can see past our wants and expectations and thus attend to our true needs.

A teacher shares his acquired knowledge and skills with others in order to help them realize their own understanding. A student realizes that, no matter how much he thinks he has learned, there is infinitely more to learn.

This book chronicles my journey thus far with the learning and understanding that I have acquired along the way. For me personally, it also brings so many of my experiences and lessons together. In doing this, it gives me a clearer vision of the work ahead of me, of which I am called to do. I am a medium, a connector, a healer, the conduit for interaction between persons living on this plane of existence and for those who have died. I speak to dead people and they speak to and through me. I carry the messages of healing for both sides of the veil.

Meeting My Guide

It was in the autumn of 1964. I was eight years old. My younger sister and I were playing in my bedroom of the small apartment we lived in, upstairs from my maternal grandparents.

It must have been early in the evening because the room was dim, though no lights were on yet. While we were playing with our toys on the floor, I suddenly saw a woman appear to my left as if she had just come through the door from my sisters' room. The door was closed and I had not heard the familiar squeak of the old hinges. Yet, there she was. I would estimate that she was in her late 20s or early 30s. She had long dark hair that fell straight down over her shoulders and back. She wore a long bed gown or simple dress that covered her from neck to toe. All of this detail I could clearly see, yet she was entirely pale blue in color and almost transparent.

The woman moved effortlessly, as if floating across the room to the closet door to my right. The whole apparition lasted less than ten seconds, then she passed right through the closed door and she was gone. Even at my young age, I silently questioned whether I had actually seen what I thought I had or if it was my imagination playing games with me. That was, until my sister asked me if I had just seen the woman.

This had been my first conscious psychic experience. Many times after that, I would hear or see objects move and doors open and close in that old house when there was no one near and no other logical explanation such as the wind coming through a window or gravity pulling at something that was perched precariously. Soon I began to realize that I could feel the presence of the woman whenever these events occurred. I could feel her cold yet comforting embrace envelop me as if she was hugging me to protect me from any danger. I felt calm and safe whenever she came to me.

During one of my college art classes I had been given an assignment to "paint something." There is nothing more intimidating on the face of this planet than a blank canvas. As I stared at the white space my hand began to reach for tubes of paint. There was no conscious thought about which colors I was applying to the pallet. Then, just as if someone had gently taken my hand, I began to paint. This was not unlike automatic writing except that I wasn't in a trance. I was clearly conscious of everything that was happening.

Brushstroke after brushstroke, one color after another, my hand was moving faster than I had ever painted before. My hand was frenetically moving all around the canvas as the picture revealed itself. Within only a few hours the painting was complete. It depicted a woman in her late 20s or early 30s. She had long dark hair that fell straight down over her shoulders and back. She wore a long bed gown or simple dress that covered her from neck to toe. She was no longer entirely pale blue in color and almost transparent. She now had substance. You can see a face. Her hand is beckoning you to follow her through a doorway that floats in space and on down the hallway into the light. She is my guide. All I did was hold the brush while she revealed herself to me.

Whenever there is a need and I think about the vision of her, my guide comes to me in order to open a safe passage for contact with others from that plane. She wraps around me. I feel the cold and peaceful calm that is her. I shiver and tremble from the cold but it's not at all uncomfortable. Tears run down my cheeks and yet I am not the least bit sad. Many people have reported that they have felt the ice cold air emanating all around my body during these sessions, even in the most sweltering environments.

Inheritance

Every member of my family on my mother's side has a small scar on the right wrist. When I...