Pyschic? Intuitive? What is the difference? (My humble opinion)

I really don’t care to be referred to as a psychic. I say that I am an intuitive, prompting people to stare at me like I just grew horns on my head and ask, “What is that?” So why do I describe myself this way when the term “psychic” is more common among the general public?

It goes like this: when I hear the term “psychic”, visions of Dionne Warwick and her Psychic Friends Network begin a conga line through my head. Madame Cleo, that gargantuan douchebag with the fat, honkin’ turban, wiggles along at the rear of that cranial conga line. “Psychic” reeks of old timey fortunetellers, sly con artists out to make a quick buck by duping the heartbroken. Wikipedia defines a psychic as “a person who professes an ability to perceive information hidden from the normal senses through extrasensory perception.” The definition ends by stating, “The scientific consensus considers ESP and the claimed power of the mind to know the past and predict the future to be pseudoscientific beliefs.”  Doesn’t make folks like me who use their intuition in their career sound very reliable, does it?

Our friend Wiki defines intuitive as the “apparent ability to acquire knowledge without inference or the use of reason.”  When I am asked what an intuitive is, it opens the door to conversation, and often opens minds to new ideas. “Psychic” holds too many preconceived notions; “intuitive” doesn’t. When I do a reading, I don’t just sit there and run my yap, telling clients what the next year holds for them. I share with that I am simply reading the information in their energy field, and that they have the power to change anything I may find there.  I can offer  new perspectives on old problems, and most of the time, a friend or family member who is in the Spirit world stops by for a chat.  I engage them in a dialogue so they are free to ask questions, shed tears—say or do whatever they need to feel better.  It is a far cry from slapping the turban onto my head and revvin’ up the crystal ball—I will leave that to Madame Cleo and Dionne Warwicks’ merry band of tallywackers.

If you would like to schedule a reading with me, please call me at 317-440-8783.

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