What I REALLY Do for a Living
Psychic, and other duties as assigned
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Being a psychic is a strange gig. For starters, intuition is not yet fully understood. If you’re a believer, you can’t deny it. But if you’re a scientist, you can’t explain it. Therefore, psychic abilities lie in a gray area. Although I have plenty of clients who are nurses and churchgoers, my profession as a whole is shunned by the medical community and religious groups alike. In the eyes of the majority, psychic abilities aren’t possible. And yet, I do it professionally every single day.
No pressure, right?
It’s certainly not a job for the faint of heart. It requires me to be in the hot seat. Some clients come to me as believers, but others are on the fence until convinced otherwise. It’s an odd feeling knowing that people are skeptical of my vocation. Imagine being a plumber and people scoff when you claim you can fix pipes or install a toilet. Imagine working as a pilot and the people you serve don’t believe in airplanes. Or flight!
“Prove it.” Many people don’t say it, but that’s what they think when they schedule an appointment. And so, I do. It’s part of the job. Unlike a generic horoscope tidbit that can apply to a broad group of people, I deliver personal information specific to the client who has hired me. It must be validating because that’s the standard I’m held to. Maybe this wasn’t always the case, but I can assure you that in today’s world, it takes a top-notch psychic reading to impress someone. Even accurate information will be further scrutinized. Every session I do is recorded, documented, and analyzed. It’s all in a day’s work.
Then again, what is my work? It feels all-encompassing at times. I’m a psychic, a life coach, a speaker, and a writer. Many people ask me questions about moving and financial decisions…. so I guess that makes me a real estate and financial consultant. I give psychic advice to couples asking how to strengthen their relationship, so I’ve entered the realm of a marriage counselor. Parents ask me to make sense of their child’s behaviors, thus viewing my input like that of a child psychologist (although, for legal reasons, I always point out that I’m no replacement for licensed mental health services).
A lady just scheduled an appointment, hoping I can explain her lifelong issues with constipation after she’s gotten nowhere with doctors and feels the problem is correlated to her past lifetimes or her internal demons. Spiritual Gastrointestinal Specialist? At this point, why not? Add it to the list of my other duties as assigned.
In the past, I mostly did mediumship. It’s how I earned my “grief counselor” badge while simultaneously speaking with the dead. I’ve retired that particular service, but recently, a former Pentecostal preacher of thirty years called to schedule an appointment with me. He said he’s “spiritual nonpartisan” nowadays and wants me to give him a 12-point inspection… You know, kind of like taking your car for an oil change. But instead of checking his blinkers, windshield wipers, and air filter, I’ll check his spiritual health and his soul chart. I get to be a minister’s minister. There’s a new title for my business card.
“You know,” he said. “Back in my church, they would have called someone like you the Devil.”
I laughed, and so did he. It’s true. I’ve been called “the devil” more than once by religious extremists. I suppose we can add that to the growing list of titles.
More than anything else, I’d like to think I’m a professional Improviser. Like an improv actor on stage, I have no idea what I’ll do from moment to moment. When I write, I’m not sure what my next sentence will be until I’m typing it. The blinking cursor on my computer screen acts as a flashing yellow light, prompting me to proceed with caution. And so, I do, knowing that each paragraph can potentially change someone’s life. Each soul story I create will be read and re-read by the recipient, and perhaps even their closest family members. It’s a tremendous responsibility. And also, a great honor.
When I conduct psychic readings with an audience, I have no clue who I’ll choose from the crowd or what I’ll say to them. In a private session, I don’t know what information will pop into my head next. It’s literally a minute-to-minute journey, a second-to-second process. I make a living in those moments of silence that happen mid-conversation… when my client wants another piece of information and I await the next incoming signal from the spirit guides. Like a soldier holding a Walkie-Talkie to his ear, I can only hope the critical information will be relayed from Headquarters in time.
Thankfully, it always is. But it requires me to exist within a space that’s simultaneously anxious and peaceful. Urgent and relaxed. Focused on the smallest details while still seeing the larger picture. Again, this profession isn’t for everyone. And yet, it’s something I willingly do. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s necessary and serves a greater good.
I often feel like an actor who was given no script. An interviewee who doesn’t know the questions I’ll be asked. A navigator who was given no map. A counselor who has no background on my client. A communications liaison between Earth and the spirit world. A juggler using one hand to keep the balls in the air while using my other hand to check the pulse of the person I’m entertaining.
Maybe all of this pressure is self-induced. Admittedly, I hold myself to a high standard. It’s just how I’m wired. When my heart is committed to something, I’m “all in”. And I believe my clients are deserving of this professionalism. Is it an easy job? No, it’s not. But when I imagine myself doing another profession where the stakes aren’t as high, it doesn’t appeal to me.
Maybe I’m an adrenaline junky who feeds on the thrill of improv. Maybe I’m born to entertain. Or counsel. Or inspire. Or help. Or heal. Maybe I’m healing parts of myself as I work to improve the lives of others. I’d like to think I’ve gained as much as I’ve given in all my years of doing this for a living. Performing all these roles has left me feeling like I’ve lived a hundred lifetimes within this one incarnation. For this, I’m eternally grateful.
Somewhere along the way, my signature look became the flat cap that often rests upon my head. But the truth is that I wear many hats. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, if variety is the spice of life, my life is seasoned just perfectly.
Thanks for being a huge part of my journey. I’m so thankful for your support!
Andy Myers
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