Becoming a psychic medium is the last thing I ever saw myself doing. I didn’t grow up with this stuff. I was raised in Phoenix, Arizona by a fireman and a school teacher where communicating with spirits was not exactly dinner table conversation. I didn’t see dead people as a kid, I didn’t hang out in grave yards, I didn’t amaze or astound my friends or family with my incredible psychic abilities. I was a normal kid who played sports and hung out with friends. In fact the metaphysical played no active role in my life. I had always believed so called intuitive people were charlatans who preyed on the ignorance of the hopeless. Needless to say I understand skepticism.

In 1998 I was taken to a medium by a friend. I figured I’d expose the medium for the trickster, “I thought” she was.

 

Boy did that idea fly in my face. Instead I was contacted by my grandfather who had died earlier that same year. Through this medium Grandpa said that I had this ability and that someday I would be known nationally for this work.

At first, I thought this medium was trying to stroke my ego. But the details she passed on about my Grandpa and my family were impossible to deny. She just knew things. The amazing part was she didn’t even know I was coming until I showed up with my friend.

Initially I chose to ignore it. The truth was, I wasn’t too excited by this idea of becoming a medium. I had other things I wanted to do with my life and to be perfectly frank; the whole idea kind of spooked me.

 

But within a few short years I learned quickly that when you ignore your destiny, life will put some bumps on your head. When this happened to me, I finally gave in to what was going on.

 

People began seeking me out, word of mouth spread, and soon after I got a phone call from The Weststar Talk Radio Network to do a radio show called The Other Side. The program is now syndicated across the country. As always, Grandpa was right.

 

Life is funny sometimes.

 

I’ve heard it said that it’s not always necessary to find your path that sometimes the path finds you. I still have to pinch myself at times, but I really can't argue with that logic.

 

I love doing this work. It’s my sincere hope that you find something that can help you on this website. Hopefully someday in the future our paths will cross.

 

Until then Godspeed,

 

Steve R. Godfrey