I'm a Psychic Medium. And I'm Just Like You.

Hi! My name is Amanda. And I’m a psychic medium.

By all intents and purposes, I’m just like you.

I shop at the grocery store. I try to get the best deals and sales on things for the week. I drink coffee. And, I get in arguments with my boyfriend about whose turn it is to go to the basement and get more paper towels.

I fold laundry. I try to remember to pay my bills on time. And, I only sometimes get the dishes done before falling asleep at night.

There are a few assumptions that most people make about me, that simply aren’t true.

And I’d like to clear those assumptions up right now.

*  I’m not reading you.

Frankly, it takes too much energy for me to read into people’s lives, so I mostly prefer not to. Also, I think it’s a breach of confidentiality. And furthermore, the only information I ever get is from deceased people. If there isn’t one present, I couldn’t know anything secret about your life if I tried.

If you haven’t booked a session with me, chances are, I don’t know anything about you.

I prefer to keep it that way.

* I’m not a psychic.

In my title, it says I’m a ‘psychic medium.’ This means that when I communicate with those in Spirit, they will communicate with me through my intuitive abilities - otherwise known as my psychic gifts. But, I don’t ‘do’ psychic readings.

All the information I get is from talking to the deceased. If you ask me for a prediction, to find a missing person, or want me to tell you where you placed your keys - unless a dead person in your life knows the answer to this and comes to my house to tell me about it, I have no idea. Sorry.

* I never intended to be a medium.

That’s right. While I always knew I could see things others couldn’t, my life plan was to have a normal life and not talk to the deceased. But, things just didn’t turn out that way and mostly, even though I can see two types of people - those who are living and those who are dead - my life is otherwise, quite normal.

In fact, as I write this, I’m shopping for a new blender for smoothies on Amazon.com.

Later today, I’m going to PetSmart to pick up some dog food.

See? Normal.

If you ever meet a psychic medium in public, it’s unlikely they are going to start bombarding you with messages. Sigh -  I know, that’s what television says will happen.

But I never will.

Not once, have I given a reading to someone when they didn’t ask for one and unless it’s a life or death situation, I never will. I actually prefer to spend my time off, having time off doing things I like, such as painting my nails or looking at candles - NOT hunting down people for messages.

If there’s a dead person around you, I’ll only tell you when you ask and furthermore, I generally don’t see them.

That’s right - and I’m sorry to say this - but I don’t see Angels around you.


Because when I was a teenager, I learned how to change the focus of my vision like a microscope lens to focus in on the stuff I wanted to see, and to fuzz out the stuff I didn’t want to see - like dead people. Some days I’m better at this than others, but still - it’s a fantastic skill I taught myself.

So, generally, I don’t see dead people (on purpose), unless they make a point to get in my face do I see them.

Do I still make you squirm? This just over 5 feet tall girl, who went to a regular college and had regular jobs, who just sometimes sees the deceased - do I make you uncomfortable?

It’s okay if I do.

If you don’t prefer to talk to me once I tell you what I do for a living, I know why. I’ve actually gotten used to people backing up and away from me once I tell them what my job is. And while it stings, it’s okay. It’s a little bit funny now. I mean, it’s super rude - to the point where it’s ridiculous.

I’m not a tiger, you know.

Amanda Linette Meder


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