Jody Glynn Patrick
About psychic mediums….
Updated: Nov 30, 2020
This is the truest statement of all: I don’t know if psychics are real or fake. I don’t know if someone can directly “channel” an open communication line -- or not. I get a lot of requests to partner with a medium, as some self-professed psychics see this blog as a direct line to potential business. I won’t do that.
Likewise, a lot of people “witness” about a miracle healing due to one psychic or another (by name and location) in comments to me via this blog. I can tell these are spam messages trying to drum up business and immediately delete them. Testimonials for psychics unknown to me will never make it to the site. I won’t be a channel for fake hope or a scoundrel who sees opportunity in your pain and loss.
An established psychic (you find them, they don’t find you after reading obituaries, etc.) is a better crutch, in my opinion, to help you hope and function again, than, say, the lower rung of street drugs or alcohol. But psychics should come with the warning that they, too, can be addictive, and in fact, they are like street drugs.You don’t know what you are getting until after you lay down your money, and that leaves a wide and very fertile field for con artists.
At the time when you are least able to filter information or establish boundaries, “sympathetic” bad people will find you. So be careful. Be cautious if you decide to spend even one dollar on a self-professed medium.
That being said, I do enjoy talking with established mediums
As highlighted elsewhere at this blog site, my personal experiences with Daniel after he died has convinced me that the energy of our children (fueled by our love for them) continues after death. Because of that belief, I admit I’ve personally benefited from encounters with a few psychics.
I once lunched with famous medium/author James Van Praagh for a book interview (he was the role model for a subsequent movie where Ted Danson played the psychic), and I’ve had readings from Suzane Northrup (John Edward’s own psychic), whom I have also had dinner with. She drinks red wine after readings to calm herself. She swears a lot and is afraid to fly in planes, so she drives everywhere in her Jeep. I like down-to-earth people like her.
I’ve also seen John Edward in person, and I traveled to Long Island to see George Anderson. I had the interesting opportunity of dinner with Kevin Masters, when he visited from England. These are the top billing, most vetted psychics, and personally, I do find them credible. Are they “real”? They are real people, I can attest to that.
Masters told me that (through my dead grandmother's insistence) he envisioned me “in the near future” wearing headsets and talking into a microphone to thousands of people at once. “Radio?” he suggested. “No way,” I answered, laughing at the mere suggestion because I was a magazine publisher with no training in broadcast media. Two years later, however, I was offered a Madison, WI prime-time talk radio program. I thought of Master’s prediction many times after donning headsets and speaking into a microphone to thousands of people every weeknight for the next five years.
So yeah, I find Kevin Masters credible and even a little freaky in a good way. He looks like one of the guys in the movie Full Monty — a stocky, hard-working English laborer with a strong accent — and I love that about him. I admire that he isn’t all about celebrity and fancy suits and money. In addition, he referenced my grandmother’s spirit, saying she smelled like Evening in Paris perfume (all she ever wore). That bought him immediate bonus points.
Now I’ve left satisfying and well-paying jobs behind to focus more on the things that matter more to me. But enough about me and more about what you want to know, which is what to think about psychics: Should you or shouldn’t you? Are you being naive or curious or ridiculous, considering whether or not to see one?
When you have a broken leg, you learn that a crutch is useful. While the leg heals, you cannot walk more than a few hobbled steps without crutches. Society accepts the help as necessary. However, when you have a broken heart, society expects you to breath and walk and think normally. That isn’t always possible, and I strongly suggest that your first crutch is an accredited counselor. However, I also know that half of the counselors in the U.S. graduated in the bottom half of their class for good reason. And you might feel more than a little desperate after dropping a thousand bucks on one of those counselors, or after taking the latest anti-depressant drug only to find you still can't just “move on” as people expect.
My foray into the psychic realm isn’t about not being able to accept the truth — I know my child is forever gone physically from me. I get it. But I also understand that he is with me on a different plane, and I’d be joining the “Earth is Flat” society if I didn’t openly acknowledge that no, the earth is not flat. Nor does it exist in an only three dimensional world. The real world isn’t limited to what you can see, or else you’d be able to dodge those pandemic viruses and grab a radio wave out of the air! Daniel’s energy exists as a cohesive, intelligent form and on occasion, I brush up against it (with psychic assistance) close enough to recognize and celebrate his ongoing light in my heart and mind. That’s my reality.
My mild stamp of approval only extends to psychics with proven records, and they are very expensive, indeed. Because I could offer a book review for a credible source, they voluntarily "read" me free of charge. So I know my situation was blessed and unique. I don't have a test to help you validate a psychic's true ability or character, but don't guide any discussion or offer information.
That's their job. And that means it's a business. Please remember that's how they view it.