Medium Judy Peterson

 My name is Judy Peterson and I am a Psychic and Spiritual Medium.  This is my story.

I have had these abilities all my life, but it took decades for me to understand it.  I always had a strong sense of knowing.  Even as a child, I knew things about people upon meeting them, but I didn’t know how I knew.  My earliest memories of seeing spirit, whether it were angels or souls who had crossed over, was around the age of 4 or 5.  Of course it was confusing to me when no one else seemed to notice them.  I was just considered an odd kid who either had an imaginary friend or an overly active imagination in general.  But to this day, I can still see their faces and the details of those who I remember visiting me, and I feel the same butterflies inside me today that I had when I saw them as a child.  The visits were always from people I didn’t know, of course being a little kid, I didn’t know anyone who had died.  I remember crying out in the night for my Mom and Dad because I was scared by the figure standing at the foot of my bed or in the shadow of the doorway. My Mother always comforted me, but did so as if I had just awaken from a bad dream, she had no way of knowing what her youngest child had just seen.  Looking back, I know that the spirits meant me no harm, but from a child’s perspective, it was rather frightening.

As a teenager I was often caught staring at what others saw as empty chairs, because I knew someone was sitting there.  I also knew I was being watched.  I didn’t have to see them, I knew they were there.  I felt as if I always had an audience.  When I was a child, I tried to find ways to block it out, but when I couldn’t, I found a way to make it less scary.  One day, I took the cover to my sisters Beach Boys album.  It had a great picture of all the boys on the front and I would stand it up somewhere in the room and I would pretend that it was they who were watching me.  After a while with wear and tear, as that cover started to fall apart, I moved on to the “Monkee’s” and used the cover from their album until there was nothing left of it, but a small piece held together with tape.  I still have it.  It was a joke in my family because I took it with me everywhere.  If I went to Grandmas house, they went with me.  It made me feel as if those who were watching me were my friends.  It was less scary if Davy Jones were hanging out with me and not some ghost.

When I was about 8, my Grandmother brought me a set of Maracas that she had gotten for me on one of her trips.  I still remember the sound they made and after my Grandmother passed, it was common for me to hear them when I was about to make a bad decision.  I knew it was a warning from Gram that I was about to do something horribly stupid that I most definitely would regret.  It became a joke to my friends when I would ask them if they could hear that, they regularly made fun of me because no one else could hear it.   

I had several visitations from her after she passed, and she showed me that she often returned to her home even though it had been sold.  She showed me that she liked to play with the lights and would turn them on and off regardless who was there at the time.  I knew she was near me before I saw or heard her because I could smell the wonderful soft scent of her favorite perfume.

I always knew I was different.  I seldom fit in with anyone my own age.  I related better to older adults, especially the elderly. I tried very hard to be like everyone else. I didn’t like being teased and told that I was weird.   “Judy, you’re an odd girl” was something I heard often.

I didn’t realize that other people couldn't see the things I did.  It was normal for me, so I thought it was for everyone else.  This was long before the internet and long before I ever heard the words Medium or Psychic.  I had heard once or twice about a fortune teller, but that never felt real to me. I remember a festival at my elementary school just before school ended for the summer break.  They had different booths set up for the kids to show their talents and play games.  I remember one of the booths was the fortune teller booth.  One of the teachers tried hard to get me play the part of the fortune teller but I was too shy and said no, so they gave it to another girl named Diane who got to wear a scarf draped around her head and they gave her a table and a makeshift crystal ball lol. She pretended to read palms to all who entered her booth.

It wasn’t until the late 1980’s when I saw a television documentary about a psychic medium named George Anderson.  As I watched the program, I was fascinated by his ability to communicate with those on the other side. I watched as they tested him over and over to validate that he was telling the truth about his ability.  I remember thinking “what I would give to be able to do that, I would help so many people”.  As soon as the thought came, I had a very strong knowing that I did indeed have the same ability.

I purchased his book “We don’t die” and as I read it, I thought to myself “this is me”.

Living in a highly religious community, I knew there would be repercussions and judgement if I told anyone.  I knew it would be frowned upon and I would be labeled as evil.  I had a career that I knew could be jeopardized if my secret was exposed so I went to great lengths to hide it.

Over the years, I started telling people I trusted.  My siblings were all quite a few years older than me and weren’t around me as much when I was a teenager and in my twenties. I kept to myself most of the time, and had a very small list of people I trusted. As time went on, those who believed in me tried to be supportive even if they didn’t understand it.

Just before my Father passed, my abilities suddenly grew much stronger, and almost immediately after he passed, it was if a window to the spirit world had opened.  I began having visitations from spirit, and from my Dad, and there were so many things I was being shown.  Soon that window turned into a door and my home and my Mom and Dad’s home became flooded with spirits and beings of light.  I started taking photographs and there would be orbs and images with faces, and each day it was if they were taking me by the hand to show me what I could do and to confirm to me what I was seeing and feeling was real. They guided me to people who were like me and I began to have real friendships with people who understood me. 

I took a huge leap of faith and left my career of over twenty years.  I am a Christian and I knew that I was being led toward a new path, a path that would allow me to bring peace to those who are grieving.  I believe that whatever gifts the Lord has given me are meant to be used to help others heal.  I knew I was making the right decision.

This decision led me to another Medium who would change my life. I had a reading with him a few years earlier.  He sent me his newsletter and stated that he was coming to my area to do a workshop for those with intuitive and psychic abilities.  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew I had to go and that it was important for my journey in mediumship.  I was hoping it would help me understand what I was seeing and how to control it.  For nearly three days, he tested my abilities and at the end of the week, I felt an amazing sense of relief because I had answers.  I wasn’t crazy.  What I had been experiencing was validated and I found my path.  That is when I came out of the psychic closet and began to share what I had kept secret for so long.  My secret psychic life.

I began doing readings for those who found out about me by word of mouth, but only if I felt that I could truly offer them comfort and peace thru a reading.  I became a mentor to children whose parents contacted me about visions and ghosts that their child was seeing.  Publicly acknowledging my gifts came with sacrifices I wasn’t prepared for.  I lost friendships that I had cherished since childhood and relatives stopped speaking to me, because people fear what they don’t understand.  But I accept that, because I know in my heart and soul that what I do as a light worker, medium and healer are only for the greater good and with the highest and best intentions.

While I do readings by telephone, zoom and in person, my schedule is tight, and readings are limited.    Therefore, I have had to create a waiting list for readings and now for spirit drawings.