My Psychic Casebook: The amazing secrets of the world’s most respected department-store medium

‘It’s just … he’d given me messages every week, so I got used to asking him for a message when I was feeling low.’

‘And you’ve become dependent on it.’

Georgia sighed deeply. ‘Yes, okay.’ She seemed to accept what I was saying, but I sensed she was reluctant to hear it.

‘It’s time to let go. Your husband doesn’t want your son being pressurised.’

The reading room was silent.

I can’t say Georgia threw her arms around me at this realisation. Maybe it would take her time to accept that things had to change. She left, quietly, and I didn’t see her again. I just hope her boy is happy and following his own path. After all, his father in spirit has his best interests at heart – even when that meant ending the one way he could communicate with his dear wife.

Jayne’s Wisdom

Often, psychic ability can be awakened by emotional trauma. Read the life stories of famous mediums, and you’ll find that virtually all have suffered in their lives to some degree: serious illness, like me; early bereavement; family break-ups; bullying. I believe that suffering as a child can heighten our intuition and sensitivity, so that we may help others in their lives – but only if and when we are ready to do so.

Chapter 3

The Ten-year Blessing (#uf0749de0-cd08-5beb-a859-098cedcf67b2)

‘There’s a man in the room. He looks exactly like you … he’s short, with the same complexion. He’s with an older woman; he’s telling me it’s his mother-in-law – your grandmother.’

Elisabetta nodded, blinking back tears.

‘I know, he’s –’

‘Don’t tell me anything,’ I interrupted. ‘I’ll talk for now, and you can say yes or no.’ I held Elisabetta’s wedding and engagement rings as I connected with her father in spirit, and the presence of this warm, protective man filled the room so palpably I could almost touch him.

‘He’s your dad, and he’s showing me the room in hospital where he passed away after a heart attack. No one else was there, just the two of you.’

‘But how do you know this?’ Elisabetta stuttered.

I kept on relaying the images, the movie playing fast.

‘Your dad’s saying he wanted it that way, that you’d be the one with him when he passed. You’re closest to him. He knew he’d have another heart attack that night, but this time he wouldn’t survive. He wanted you to be the last person he saw in this life.’

Shaking, Elisabetta looked right at me, as if to say, I believe you.

‘He’s telling me what you whispered to him just before he passed [this message was highly personal, so I can’t repeat it here]. You told him “x” and “x”. And he read the note you left for him at his grave after the funeral. The note that says how much you missed him.’

Elisabetta inhaled sharply. ‘Yes, yes.’

‘Don’t tell your mum you’ve been to see me, by the way. Your dad’s saying she has never believed in psychics, and she won’t become a believer. But you’re to give her a kiss, without saying it’s from him. And to kiss your son for him, too.’

Elisabetta smiled sadly through her tears.