Melanie Barnum - Llewellyns Little Book of Psychic Development

Introduction

Why Me, Why Y ou,
Why This Book?

M ost people would not look at me and consider me to be a New Ager or a Spiritualist, not that there would be anything wrong with that. I dont pretend to know everything or to know what you are thinking at any given point in time. I dont walk around in flowing robes, a multicolored scarf wrapped around my head. Well, maybe I do wear scarfs, and usually I wear big hoop earrings, but that doesnt mean I fit the rest of the stereotypical traits of being a fortune-teller. I am a mother and wife, a sister, and a friend. I am an average woman. I am quite comfortable living in my house with my beautiful daughters and my wonderful husband; I prefer to have a home base rather than a traveling caravan moving from one location to the next, as typically associated with Gypsies. I do, however, believe that if that is who you are, then by all means go for it. I too have gone for it. You see, I am a professional psychic and a medium.

This means that the people in my town who dont know me, and even those who do, may look at me a bit differently than they would any other typical woman. I know they sometimes wonder if Im crazy or just plain ridiculous. These, I believe, are the ones who just dont recognize yet how powerful and incredible intuition and psychic abilities can be. They dont know that you can tune in to help yourself and others. And, even more importantly, they dont realize they already tune in!

Luckily for me, that doesnt matter. I do know how amazing it is to be able to use my psychic gifts to assist others with their everyday life and even their most important life questions. I work with clientsin my office in Ridgefield, Connecticut, and on the phonewho want answers regarding their past, their present, and their future. Sometimes they are also hoping to connect with their deceased loved ones. This is what I do, and this is how I know I am not crazy or ridiculousI am just psychic.

Getting to Know Me

My work is not limited to clients. It also includes, of course, my family and friends as well. Take Grace, for instance. Grace is a good friend, practically a sister, who was looking to perhaps purchase a beach house in Rhode Island. She texted me while I was in the middle of getting ready to head out for a day filled with college cheer competitions for my oldest daughter. I was busy running around and definitely not thinking about tapping into my abilities. I usually try to shut that part of me down a bit so I can focus on other things when Im not working, but that doesnt always happen.

Grace asked me which house she should focus on, if any. She wanted me to help her cut out the stress of whittling down the various properties. If I could make her decision easier, she was all for it. So, I tuned in briefly as I was drying my hair. Again, I was in a hurry and had a long day ahead. What I saw confused me. I got, in my minds eye, an image of a smallish, weathered brown house that needed some TLC. But that wasnt what confused me. What made me second-guess myself was that I also saw a gray and white building. I wasnt sure what that meant but decided to tell her anyway. It would be on a dirt road and have a sand or gravel driveway. I also felt she was on the water but saw conflicting symbolic information. I had a flash of bicycles, which, if youve ever rented a place in Rhode Island or any other shore town, youd know represents the common mode of transportation that takes you to the beach when you are block or two away.