Megan Anne | Psychic Medium

It’s been 31 years in the making and I have finally decided to start sharing my journey with the world. What I am blogging about primarily is the other side, synchronicity and other strange things that have happened to me/around me over the course of my life.

I’m 31. I’m studying Education. I have a dog named Kira, a beautiful family and fantastic loving friends.

And now, I speak to dead people. That sounds so completely cliché but regardless of that, it is what it is.

This my opportunity to express myself and my journey in writing. I’m throwing caution to the wind – and the fear of being called crazy. My hope is that I may open the minds of some and offer insight to others.

I welcome questions; I am counting on being challenged. The beautiful thing about knowing who you truly are, as a person, is that no one can really offend you. Those who know me well know that I am, and always have been, a woman of integrity.

For those who don’t believe; it isn’t my duty to convince you. The only person who can convince you is yourself.

The phase I am at now is what I have termed ‘comfortably psychic’, I have no issues discussing my intuitive nature with anyone that asks.

Sometimes I will encounter a new person and I will read them (with their permission) for the sake of practice. I read my friends and family at their request, but it is only recently that I have identified a process for doing this which allows me to receive information organically without bias/suggestion.

It has taken many, many years to get to ‘comfortably psychic’. Now that I am aware of my gifts and am in process of manifesting those to their full potential, life has become much easier. I’m going with the flow of the universe and working with my nature instead of against it. I have trust in God that I am exactly where I need to be at this exact moment in time.

But that is now.

When I go back to the beginning of my life, as a little girl growing up in St Albans with my awesome family (shout out to my parents, Gary and Margaret and my sister Lauren!) I could not have asked for a more blessed childhood. My sister and I were doted upon (we still are) by my parents, grandparents, aunties, uncles – we wanted for nothing.

From memory, my first experiences with the dead started occurring as early as I can recall sleeping in my ‘big girls bed’ in my bedroom. I think I was about 5 years old. Either one of my parents, or both, would read me a bedtime story before it was time for bed. The story would end (no skipping pages, I was onto that trick) they would kiss me goodnight, wish me sweet dreams, turn off the light and leave the room.

As soon as the lights were out in my bedroom, if I didn’t fall asleep immediately, my mind would wander to the many random thoughts it does when you are 5 years old. One troubling question used to always remain within me – what happens after we die?

I remember obsessively thinking about death and what it meant, why it seemed so final and why weren’t more people concerned about this. I never realized that my obsession was partially attributed to the dead people who were already coming to visit me as a child.

I do not remember my interactions with these souls or why they were there. It’s possible that they were my spirit guides. But as a child all I knew was that when the lights were out, and the house was quiet and still, was that I did not feel like I was alone in my bedroom.

I am sure almost everyone can relate to this feeling, as most have felt it at least once in their lives. It doesn’t necessarily happen while you are going to sleep, in bed. It can happen anywhere.

The feeling is commonly known as the ‘heebie jeebies’ – it’s that feeling you get when you feel like there is someone watching you, but you know you are alone.

It’s the feeling that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and kicks your nervous system into fight/flight mode. Sometimes your instincts scream at you that you need to get out. Now. Sometimes the feeling is just unsettling.

We all know the feeling I just described. That’s your intuition and you should listen to it and honor it. If you feel like you’re being watched, you probably are.

As a 5-year-old, laying in bed alone at night with an entourage of stuffed toys to protect me, that feeling used to occur almost every night that I wasn’t tired enough to go to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I dealt with these feelings as best I could. They continued, very frequently until I was at least 16 years old and in every house I lived in – I will explore more of these stories in future posts.

I’m not special and I am not the only person I know that has had experiences like these.

We are ALL psychic in our own way. We all have massive potential when it comes to developing our intuition. Everyone can learn.

I didn’t start off talking to dead people in the conscious way I do now, after all. They forced themselves upon me until I learnt. I saw them physically as I see living people today but now I have learnt to see them with my mind. It’s much easier on the dead people who are trying to contact me (it takes more energy to shout than to whisper, after all) and myself because I’m not constantly scared shitless.

Now I speak to dead people all the time. My good red headed friend who we lost in 2016 wants to be mentioned here 😊 I am going to leave his name out as a matter of respect for his family. I converse with my angel guides. I talk to mine and my friend’s dead family members. Carol Hoskins was the first 😊 some are reoccurring guests in my head and others only stop in for a visit.

I am psychic and make predictions based on what the spirits I ‘channel’ tell me and what I see in my head. Sometimes I hear voices, sometimes I feel physical sensations in my body from the soul I am communicating with, it’s different every time. I do not own a crystal ball, but I do own many crystals.

I have never had formal training or completed a psychic development course. I receive a lot of guidance from like-minded friends and my friends/family in general, which I am extremely grateful for. Without these people (they know who they are) I wouldn’t have had the confidence to even consider publicly writing about this.

My other intent in writing this blog is to remind people that we are all connected in ways that aren’t tangible. We all contain within us the same divine light and this unites us universally. Our loved ones who have passed on know this as they have returned to this divine light. Catholics call it God, Muslims call it Allah. Whatever the name, this divine light is love in its purest form. It connects us all.

That sounds slightly preachy but I call it how it is. I’m not overly religious, I was baptized Catholic however my parents didn’t force religion on my sister and I. Because of this I have grown into a woman who has love and respect for all religions.

Having faith in the universe and knowing that we are all connected has made me a happier person. Having complete faith in myself has made me almost unstoppable.

I look forward to sharing more of my journey with whoever chooses to read this.

Love, light and blessings to all.

Megan.