What is the difference between a Psychic and a Medium?

Whether one refers to him- or herself as a psychic medium, spiritual medium, intuitive medium or any other similar title, it’s all essentially the same thing—the emphasis being on talking to spirits in the afterlife. I refer to myself as a “psychic medium,” there is a big difference between a psychic and a medium. I am an evidential medium which means I can validate your loved one’s by providing significant information along to you about them that ONLY you would know.

A psychic isn’t necessarily a medium, but a medium is a psychic. This is an important distinction and a good place to start, because I meet so any clients who misunderstand the difference and confuse the two.

Psychics tune into the energy of people or objects by feeling or sensing elements of their past, present and future. Simply put, psychics rely on their basic sense of intuition and psychic ability to gather information for the person being read.

Mediums take it a step further. A medium uses his or her psychic or intuitive abilities to see the past, present and future events of a person by tuning into the spirit energy surrounding that person. This means mediums rely on the presence of non-physical energy outside of themselves for the information relevant to the person being read. medical students are required to take the basic entry-level medical courses, such as physics, biology and chemistry. Premed students are trained in the basics before moving on to higher-level courses and choosing their medical specialty, such as cardiology, pediatrics or oncology.

The intensity of my work is mediumship: making connections with and delivering messages from people who are no longer living to those who still are. I receive information primarily and directly from the dead, spirit guides and my higher self. (Universal Law) Although because I am a professional intuitive as well, I am able to focus on other areas of your life such as relationships, career and life questions.
While there are a few different forms of mediumship, I work as a mental, evidential medium, which means I communicate with spirits through the use of telepathy. Spirits impress my mind and body with thoughts and feelings that come in the form of “clairs.” I mentally “hear” (clairaudience), “see” (clairvoyance), “know” (claircognizance) and/or “feel” (clairsentience) messages from spirits. I like to say that I act as the bridge between the spiritual and the physical world, with the intention of healing both worlds.

It’s an experience I never forgot, never grow dull from and always feel so blessed to receive and deliver. I hope this helps you understand better.

Much Love,

Michelle

You’re only given a little spark of madness..

Love makes the world go round and comedians makes us laugh. 
“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.”—Robin Williams. 

I loved Robin Williams, how about you? He’s right, we are only given a little spark of madness. If you pass it by or lose it, your train has come and gone. I’m so grateful he shared his gifts with the world. Though he has passed, I’m absolutely sure he would want all of us not to lose or waste our spark. I found mine. 

I’m old enough to say I’ve experienced so many wonderful and horrible things in my life, including the onset of menopause. (Ladies, you understand this one.) I’ve felt loss so deep that I couldn’t catch my breath and didn’t know which end was up. I’ve also been blessed to feel joy beyond my most pressing prayers. I can’t say I know it all because I don’t but I can say I’m over the moon blessed for these gifts that God gave me and I use them to not only offer honest readings, whether it be your love life or bringing forth a deceased relative but to bring you closure, answers and laughter. 

Grief and heartache take the wind out of your sails. It’s awful, I know. Life is filled with uncertainty and you can be certain more will come. If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. I’m an excellent crier. I can dehydrate myself in under two minutes or less. If I was paid for each tear shed, I’d be loaded. 

When meeting people and hearing their relatives or friends come through with stories of when they were with them, I often hear humorous tales that only the other party would know. This is where it eases our broken hearts. If any one of you could be in my head during these moments you would need a quick trip to the restroom. 

My grandmother is a prime example. She was one of the most obnoxious people I ever knew but I loved her dearly. You had to understand this was just her way when she’d put the heat on in the car while smoking a cigarette driving in the Florida sun choking herself and you. She was notorious for putting holes on the dashboard, even on my son’s high chair. 

I wanted to smack her but we all couldn’t help but laugh. Don’t worry the car didn’t blow up and my son turned out just fine. I kept her bad habits away from my kids. She was full of piss and vinegar and just like her son, my father, you either loved her or hated her. It’s that warped Italian personality that was so far out there you never knew what to expect but you always knew to expect something. Her passing was nothing short of heartbreaking. I hated to see her go. 

I wont burn your car or family members but I will give you straight answers and bring forth whomever needs to relay messages to you. I’m not here to give you a song and dance. No one needs a story when they need the truth. I’m an Empath so I will feel what you and those you care about feel. However, I’m comical most times. So, expect to laugh through your tears. I’ll cry with you but I’ll also laugh with you too. 

Now, you know why I’ve branded myself as the comical psychic and medium. 

I have to give all the credit to my endearing but warped family. Escpically my father whom I’m crazy about, (My mother is certain to not approve of this but in fairness she’s just as warped.)

I’m always booking private phone and in person sessions as well as open forums where you’ll be able to buy advanced seating. Private parties are also available. 

With love and laughter, 

Michelle