I Was a Professional Psychic Medium. Then, God Moved.

I started having premonitions at age 12. I’d see an event in my mind and soon after, it would come true. Curious about the spiritual realm, I started visiting tarot card readers at the age of 13 and two years later, I got my own deck. In my early twenties, I began seeking out mediums. I kept going back and kept going back, in the hopes of finding some sort of peace. Before I knew it, I was hooked. 

At age 24, I became a mother. I loved my daughter, but I was restless. Unfulfilled. I had so many unanswered questions about my identity and my value. It didn’t help that I was having all sorts of strange spiritual experiences. I was seeing dark figures and other things, hearing things, and receiving information about strangers. Many of the things I saw and heard were terrifying. 

Eventually, I decided to turn this “gift” into a career; I became a professional psychic medium. There was all sorts of recognition and praise, so I was easily convinced that I was doing “God’s” work — even though I neither truly believed in nor knew Him. I still encountered the darkness and strange things, but I tried my best to look past it. 

Then, as I was approaching my late thirties, I suffered a major physical trauma. In the heat of the moment, I cried out to Jesus, though I’d never known Him. I remember being surprised by that, because I could’ve cried out to a deceased loved one or a “spirit guide.” But, I’d called Jesus. After that, I found myself disinterested in my medium work. I kept working, because I was the breadwinner, but something in me had changed. 

Crazily enough, a few months later, a psychic friend of mine told me that she’d become a Christian! She invited me and my husband to her church; he went, but for some reason, I stayed back. After he’d been going for about a month, I decided to join him. I remember being so intimidated by all the people with their hands raised, the beautiful music, and the lyrics on the screen. But when I heard the lyric “Jesus saved me,” I was instantly transported back to the moment I’d cried out to Him months earlier. 

All of the sudden, the knowledge of His existence and goodness hit me and I started bawling. When I got home, I did something that I’d never done in my life: I read God’s Word. When I saw His direct condemnation of psychic practices, I told my husband that I was quitting my job. 

That day was the first day of my new life in Christ. I picked up my cross and followed Him — and I still am, six years later!

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” -John 1:5

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