The Truth About Being A Psychic Medium


I’m a psychic medium.

I blend with the energies of my sitter (aka my client) and their loved ones in spirit to deliver evidence that their departed loved one still exists. The evidence comes in many forms:

“I know when you see blue jays at your bird feeder, you think of your Grandma…”

“I’m being made aware of a heart necklace your husband gave you; you set it on a butterfly shaped tray every night before bed.”

How is this possible? I don’t even fully know, but the way I understand it is, spirits blend with my nervous system so that I receive information using my senses. During a reading, I’ll typically receive a combination of physical feeling (perhaps my cheek will feel droopy, signaling a stroke), seeing through my mind’s eye (such as a detailed picture of a kitchen), and hearing (like a soft whisper). And sometimes, I just know things (I picture spirit dropping facts and information into my mind, but no worries, it doesn’t hurt).

My specialty is feeling the departed’s personality and love for the sitter. The senses I receive help paint a picture of how spirits want to communicate:

“I sense Mom lit up when baking pies. She would dance a lot while baking. Mom was a gentle soul who made you feel loved by reading you stories and tucking you in at night. She’s making me aware that you would ask ‘how come?’ a lot when you were little and that would always make her laugh. She loved you so much.”

My sitters are often surprised and caught off-guard by my abilities. I don’t blame them; I know that illustrating such personal details can be weird and mystifying, but it comes from a source of love. Delivering messages from spirit gives my sitter hope, understanding and healing.

Becoming a medium is a whole different story, but one thing I’ve learned is you need to be okay with not knowing everything; the ability to accept the unknown is needed or else my logical mind would be so frazzled from my ‘spiritual-spidey senses’ that I’d never sleep. But I digress…

In case you’re wondering, there wasn’t a single defining moment that made me say, “Yup! I’m a medium!”. I didn’t accidentally hit my head and wake up one day to find I can see the future (The Dead Zone, anyone?). My gifts unfolded naturally. When my dad passed away eight years ago, I could feel him close: warm tingles on my neck and right shoulder. When my nana passed, I felt her in a similar way. Back then, I couldn’t explain these feelings and the odd sense of clarity I had, knowing the sensations were my dad and nana. It wasn’t until I lost my job a few years back that my mediumship began to blossom. That time in my life sparked a Dark Night of the Soul, a time of spiritual depression and awakening in which I healed past traumas, stripped some of my ego and dedicated myself to forming a deeper connection with spirit.

Since stepping into my mediumship abilities, I’ve become aware of many misconceptions about ‘people like me’. I’m not sure where they come from, but my best guesses are the portrayals of psychics/mediums in movies like Ghost or the witches from Hocus Pocus (nope, I don’t fly around on a broom and cast spells… but that would be pretty cool!).

What I’ve found from the general public is mediums are either praised for our metaphysical ‘supernatural’ gifts or shunned because we’re crazy, we’re too ‘woo-woo’ or worse, because we’re practicing voodoo, black magic or whatever else people falsely call it and believe it to be.

To help shatter misconceptions of how a medium lives and works, here’s a glimpse into my personal life and practice:

  • I don’t own a crystal ball and have never used one. Yes, I own crystals, but you may be surprised to know I don’t know the names of many of them (besides amethyst, my birthstone and a few others). I just think they are pretty and I like holding them.
  • To prepare to connect with spirit before a sitting, I don’t have a long ritual that includes a frog’s leg and a bubbling kettle of potions. Most times, I take a quick walk or jump around to get my blood going and my vibes up. Sometimes I’ll sing to clear my mind (there’s no haunting chant… it’s more like tunes from The Lion King or Frozen).
  • When I’m talking to you outside of a mediumship session, you don’t have to worry about me having an unknown side conversation with your dead Aunt Sally about the bad breakup or stacks of dirty dishes in your sink that you don’t want me to know about. I only connect with someone’s loved one once I receive consent. This is how any ethical medium works.
  • I am not a ‘quack’ – I don’t pretend to be an expert in mediumship. As someone who has earned her doctorate in business, I’m trained to make decisions with logic, data and facts. I wouldn’t call myself a medium without credibility. I’ve learned from leading mediums in the USA and UK. Sure, frauds exist in any profession, but that’s not me or any of the mediums in my circle.
  • A lot of mediums come with a ‘I’ve had this gift since I was 3 years old’ story or a ‘I almost lost my life’ story that explains the root of their gifts. As you learned earlier, I don’t have that kind of story and the gift hasn’t come 100% natural to me. I take classes. I read books. I study. I practice. I practice some more.
  • Other than being able to predict that my teenage son will sleep until noon on Saturday or that he’ll complain about having to do the dishes, I can’t predict the future. What I can do is get a sense of how a decision feels. All of us live by free will and things are always changing, so it’s impossible to know what’s going to happen. And what’s the fun in that anyways?
  • Contrary to what many people believe, it’s not all vegan organic for us mediums. I eat bacon. Yup! I eat meat and I believe it’s fine to honor what my body craves. And I believe the animals are good with it too. However, I will say my desire for a hamburger or a Chick-Fil-A sandwich has subdued since getting into this line of work. I also eat French fries. I drink beer. And yes, I also enjoy hippie-dippy teas and concoctions made of dandelion root and chaga mushroom.
  • I’m not a saint. I’ve cheated. I’ve lied. I’ve hurt others. I’ve hurt myself. Daily I make mistakes. I yell. I let my ego get the best of me. I’m human and living proof that you don’t need to be perfect to connect with spirit.
  • When I’m not working as a medium, I don’t see spirits or talk to them on the regular (other than when I meditate or pray).
  • Just like you may be, I am also regularly perplexed and sometimes I even doubt mediumship. I mean really, it’s crazy to think that I communicate with the dead.


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Sincerely,
Danielle

PS – Are you interested in a mediumship session with me? If so, I’d be honored to work with you. 
 

Author: Danielle Clark

Dr. Danielle Clark is a witty heart-centered millennial. She wears many hats in this beautiful + crazy thing we call life. She is a proud wife, and cat, dog and human mama who works as a psychic medium, intuitive life coach, spiritual teacher and business professor. Dr. Danielle’s life work is focused on helping people heal from self-judgement, trauma and grief so that they can release their suffering and tap into the highest version of themselves. Danielle’s been blessed to do that for herself and that’s why she’s made it her mission to pass along her wisdom to others. Danielle is from just north of Boston. She currently lives in the Tampa Bay area. She believes with a little love, grace and humor anything is possible. She invites you to join her blog Onwards at drdanielleclark.com and to connect with her on social media.

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