Just because I like to have a sense of humour with my clients doesn’t mean I don’t take my work seriously. All joking (when appropriate) during sessions aside, I’ve trained for decades to be a reputable psychic medium, and I consider my reputation every time I pick up the phone or turn on Skype to […]

Molly was looking for love in all the wrong places and, unfortunately, found Mr. Wrong. After a couple more Wrong turns, she booked a session with me over the telephone and asked me for some guidance in finding Mr. Right.

As I walked through the stable, I felt his presence: Here one moment, gone the next. Perhaps he was checking me out. I sensed he was there because of the horses. I turned to the group of five ladies who had invited me to their barn, located just outside of Burlington, Ontario. I’d come to

Doing energy work takes lots of energy. And after a few bad weeks where everything seemed to go wrong, I felt as squeezed as a well-worn tube of toothpaste. I needed a break – no, more than a break. I needed to go inside myself to regroup.

I was excited when I read the email that had just popped into my inbox. A well-known radio personality wanted me to come on his morning show. I’ve been interviewed by many print reporters and guested on several radio and TV shows, and I’m always eager to talk about what it’s like working with spirit.

As the medium delivered her first message to the group, I cringed. “A spirit is with you,” she told a woman in the audience, “and he won’t go away.” Oh, no, I thought, the poor woman is going to think she has an attachment! The medium is scaring her! I watched the woman’s eyes grow

Here’s something special to commemorate my 100th blog. I want to share with you one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. Every time I read it, I brush away a tear. First published in Fortean Times, a British magazine and my husband’s favourite publication, it appeared in the February 2011 issue. The piece

I’ll call her Valentine, since I never got her name. Nor did I ask. Valentine telephoned me several days ago and asked, “Can you cast a spell to make somebody love me?”

Rivka showed me a picture of a young woman in her twenties. Behind the brightness in her eyes I sensed a numbness in her soul, as if the sparkle in her expression was part of a mask she had grown used to wearing. Rivka placed the colour photograph on my desk, sat back in her

Some spirit people have a message that’s so important to deliver, they will grab me – literally. Like the spirit that clutched my throat and stunned me for a moment, just as I was about to connect with a totally different energy. I wasn’t scared when it happened; the grasp was gentle. But after I