professional psychics
Psychic Shani at PsychicAccess.com
As a youngster, Shani thought it normal to see people and pets who “emigrated” to the other side. It was, however, the profound vision of Angels, at age nine, which had the most marked effect upon her. Her search and development into the psychic realm has been ongoing, with her first intense initiation, almost thirty years ago, into the world of African mysticism that involved connecting with the ancestors as part of her training as a Sangoma. She entered into “Twasaship” (training to become a traditional healer) in a remote village on the Mozambique / Natal borders of Southern Africa, in order to qualify as a traditional healer and Sangoma. Continue reading
In The Shadows Of My Psychic Ancestors
Since my mother had passed on I wanted to look in to the history of psychics in our family. I am a third generation psychic, like my mother and my older brother. I have nieces who also have the gift, and so it will carry on into the next generation.
I can remember the point in my life when I saw a ghost for the very first time. I never imagined how many doors it would open for me one day. The psychics before me made this possible for several generations on my mother’s side.
I visited my aunt and uncle to ask them about my mother’s side of the family. There are a lot of things I don’t know about my mother’s family, except them being partly descended from the Blackfoot Indians. My grandmother was adopted so there were no records to be found. Continue reading
Fraudulent ‘Psychics’ Make Us Look Bad
Fraudulent ‘psychics’ make reputable, honest psychics look bad. When I talk to my clients I treat them the same way I would want to be treated! I go out of my way to do this, because of the damage done by scam artists and fake psychics. My clients sometimes talk about other psychic websites and phone lines they had used in the past, and tell me of the unpleasant experiences they had using these services. The things they encounter there are often shocking.
Lately, I have been getting more and more questions and complaints from clients who are receiving letters in the mail. A so-called psychic would send them a letter to tell them all manner of lies to get some money out of them. Continue reading
Finding A Psychic You Can Trust
As a psychic it is not easy to find the right psychic to read for me. Like many psychics, I can do readings for others, but I can’t read for myself. But trying to find the right psychic for me is like buying a car or a house – it is a process and a challenge!
Just like a house or a car, you look for a psychic who offers you certain special features that will suit your unique needs. There are so many psychics out there, who do you choose from?
When I was younger I needed the guidance of a good psychic from time to time for my love life. This was before the Internet. I remember deciding to take a bike ride on my 18x speed to find a psychic. Along the way I noticed a lady was moving in to a new psychic store, and she already had her sign out, before she was completely moved in. So, I decided to stop and talk to her, and she seemed really nice. Continue reading
My Magic Wand
It is said that “the wand chooses its master” and this is the story of how my wand came to be with me.
Several years ago I worked as a full-time reader at an area psychic store. I loved my job and my clients. The location was perfect and I looked forward to going to work every day. One special day, however, was the start of my journey towards receiving my magic wand.
It started as a normal day with clients coming in to see me, psychic readings to do, and books to marvel at and glance through. I’d had lunch and was sitting in my room preparing for the afternoon’s arrivals, when I heard the jingle of the front door.
I knew, somehow, that the jingle was meant for me, although I wasn’t expecting anyone for at least another hour. So, I got up and walked towards the front of the store and there was a short, and forgive me for saying it, rather unattractive and ordinary looking man standing there looking at me. He appeared ordinary until you looked into his eyes. They contained wisdom – and something more. I eventually learned that the ‘something more’ was a certain disdain for the human race, but that’s another story. Continue reading