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Explore the Journey of Psychic Medium Christine Marie
Discover the extraordinary abilities of Christine Marie, a renowned psychic medium dedicated to guiding you with clarity and compassion. Based in Langley, BC, Christine Marie offers personalized readings to connect you with the spiritual realm, helping you find answers and peace. Whether you're seeking guidance through tarot, mediumship, or psychic insights, Christine Marie provides a transformative experience. Book your session today and unlock profound understanding.
Christine Marie is a highly skilled Psychic Medium based in Langley, BC, with a lifelong connection to the spiritual realm.
From the tender age of 4, Christine's abilities began to manifest, evolving over decades of dedicated practice and development since the 1970s.
Drawing upon her innate gifts, she accesses psychic information and communicates with spirits to provide profound insights and compassionate healing.
A graduate of a many metaphysical certifications, Christine holds several official certifications in Psychic Reading, Mediumship Reading, Animal Readings, Health Readings, Tarot Reading, and Reiki.
These credentials attest to her expertise and commitment to her craft, ensuring clients receive accurate and insightful guidance during their sessions.
With a unique ability to perceive life from the perspective of her clients, whether living or departed, Christine offers profound answers and compassionate support for their highest good.
Her readings are characterized by clarity, depth, and a genuine desire to empower individuals on their spiritual journey.
Psychic Medium Christine Marie's History
Hello! I'm Christine Marie, a Psychic Medium living in Langley, British Columbia, and this is my back story. I have always been happy answering the many questions about my history over the years. I am a private person, however, the abilities that I have and what I do for a living is meant to be public. Therefore, I have done my best to publicly answer the most frequently asked questions about my metaphysical journey.
I was 4, 5 and 7 when I remember having my earliest experiences being psychic and a medium. At that age I could see spirit better than I do now. It scared me quite a bit, especially with no one to talk to about it, which is why I now do my very best to help children when they are experiencing the same.
If you know someone or someone's child that is experiencing psychic phenomena and believe that they may need help, please send them my way.
As A Child, I Saw Things That Others Did Not
As a child, I would think about something for days before going to ask a question of an adult. I decided that I would not talk about this particular situation to anyone. I will certainly not be saying anything about the nice young couple that floats in our living room during the middle of the night, apparently arguing about how to pack up their house to move... "Pack this" the man says, handing her a huge picture which she refuses to take and then says "that won't fit! Look at the size of this box!" This is when they notice me and beg for my help… Incidentally, I'm all of four years old… what can I do to help them? No, I will mention nothing. As a small child I was afraid that I'd be deemed crazy, accused of lying, in general, that my parents wouldn't believe me. I kept these and many other experiences to myself. I desperately wanted to talk about this with someone... anyone who could help me make sense of it all. How did I know the things that I knew? For example, knowing who was calling when the phone rang and being extremely accurate. Or, being lost outside somewhere, but not really lost because I only had to allow myself to be guided by a magnetic 'pull' to my doorstep. I've found many objects over the years using that skill. How did I receive all the videos and pictures of real life situations that would come into being? What allowed me to hear other people's thoughts in my head only to have them said out loud by the person thinking them immediately afterward? Envision being a teenager, hanging out with a new group of what you 'think' are friends and then, Clairsentiently feeling and Clairaudiently hearing the true feelings and thoughts of those people? If the information is positive, it's wonderful. If the information is negative, it's excruciating. Learning that your friends do not actually like you, or that you're being used.... this is the worst kind of cruelty for a teen of any age. I had no way to prove these things, so I had no choice but to wait for the truth to come out. And trust me, it did. Having the 'gift' of Clairsentience, Clairaudience, Clairvoyance when you're young is difficult at times because you can get hurt emotionally. A thick skin is imperative, but slowly attuned. Learning to turn the 'abilities' off temporarily is advantageous.
As I Got Older
While driving, I would 'know' that a light would turn yellow or red before it did so, or that there was construction on a certain route I was going to take, then shown which way to go instantaneously. Other things started as well, such as being busy around the house while raising my family and suddenly feeling a magnetized 'pull' to the front door and Clair-audiently "hearing" the doorbell. I'd stop what I was doing, go to the door and open it, only to find that someone was just walking up the driveway. No one had actually reached the door... no one had rung the bell yet.
Little Things Progressed to Bigger Things
When I was 30, we lived in a small town, more than an hour away from a city. My husband and I would have to travel 1.5 hours on the highway to reach it. We had two vehicles and the vehicle we drove varied on the season's driving conditions. On one particular winter day in November, we agreed to drive to the city to do some birthday and grocery shopping, but my husband had stated that he wanted to take the small truck instead of the large SUV. I immediately 'saw' a video in my mind's eye about the truck breaking down on the highway. I begged and pleaded with my husband to take the other vehicle. He said "No, it's cheaper to take the truck. It's better for the winter roads and great for larger cargo." I left him alone for a bit but the 'video' of the truck breaking down kept playing over and over in my mind's eye. I panicked and asked him to please reconsider. I told him that I had a really bad feeling, and I was afraid that the truck was going to break down while driving on the highway. My husband looked at me like I was crazy at first but soon he assured me that a breakdown won't happen. The truck is well taken care of, up to date on maintenance, it would all be fine. I without any sort of proof, relented and followed my husband's lead. We took off to the city We didn't have any issues while driving to the city, thank goodness. We did our big shop, and headed back home. We drove for about an hour, and the tension in my body kept rising. Unfortunately for us, the truck was not "fine"! With 20 minutes left on our drive home, my 'bad feelings' were validated. For some unknown reason the truck engine just stopped working. The whole vehicle turned off and we coasted onto the shoulder of the highway. As we got on to the side of the road, I looked at my husband with the "oh my gosh!" look on my face, to which my husband said... "Chris, don't say it! Don't say anything", shaking his head, he paused for a moment but finally turned, looked at me and asked "How the heck did you know that? How did you know that was going to happen?!" We called a friend of ours for help, so we were fine, but of course, the truck ended up broken down on the side of the highway, having to be towed. If we had only just listened to the psychic advice, right?! How did I know this? I, myself, didn't understand it. This was a year or so before I went through what is referred to as a "Psychic Awakening". In the end, it was one of the biggest validations to steer me in the direction of metaphysical studies.
How Did Your Abilities Become This Strong?
Where my skill level is at took years of study and practice. Yet I still study. I will always be a student in this universe. Honestly, I have taken a large number of online classes, studied psychic development programs from various celebrity psychic mediums, listened to lectures, interacted with other mediums, and I practiced for hundreds of hours doing volunteer readings over six years time. All before the validation came through to guide me to work with the public. The research and study never ends. I still do my fair share of online study and reading new books on the market. Hearing a quote near the beginning of my career about metaphysical studies, "Professional Psychics and Mediums are students of this universe. Always the student, never the teacher", in my belief, affected me positively. I have taken that quote into my soul and processed it in a bit of the literal sense, in hopes of bettering myself. I don't believe that any of us will have the full understanding of this work until we are on the "Other Side". The seriousness of our work bares an immense amount of responsibility. We owe it to ourselves and our clients to continually research and study the subject.
How I knew that I was a Medium
There was one experience that was angelic and amazing. This particular incident filled me with peace, however it also made me question everything I thought I knew about death. Even at a young age. I was 6 or 7 years old My parents had brought my siblings and I over to my Great Uncle's place to comfort my father's Aunt. As the five of us walked into the apartment I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of grief wash over me heavily. I could already 'feel' death at this age, although I did not know it at the time. However, as I would eventually learn, I was extremely Empathic. I could feel someone's emotions and hear their thoughts when I got close to them, which would become very confusing in a group setting. My family walked away from the front hall and into the living areas ahead of me. I stood frozen by the bedroom doorway just to the left of the front hall. I was watching my great uncle. He was sleeping in his bed flat on his back, covered in blankets, resting comfortably. He started to stir and awoke unexpectedly. He lifted his head and smiled wide at me. I heard a loving "hello sweetheart". "Hi" I replied. I could sense that he was very happy. I smiled and waved animatedly back at him. After which, he went back to his peaceful sleep. He did not look sick to me, I noted. Physically, I felt an overwhelming magnetism that kept me rooted to place. I could not look away from my great-uncle and I watched him sleep for what seemed like hours. Suddenly, his body starting floating upwards. He didn't wake up or react in any way. He moved off of the bed and toward the ceiling... But he was floating horizontally - level, as if he was still laying on the bed, and he was still covered with blankets. He moved at a very slow rise. Just before he floated through the ceiling he looked down at me. Animatedly, he smiled and waved again, looking so excited, so truly happy! I was smiling and waving back to him but then he floated out of sight. He was gone. After looking at the empty bed again, the blankets gone, I left the bedroom to find my Mom. I approached her cautiously and quietly, determined to have her attention. She needed to know that Uncle said goodbye to me and left us to go to Heaven. I whispered in her ear, "Uncle just went to Heaven". My mom answered me after a quick moment of trying to capture her composure with tears in her eyes, "Ah, Sweetheart, yes, he's going to go to heaven soon". I responded a little more stubbornly, "NO! I just watched him go to Heaven!" "No you didn't, dear" my mother said. I remember thinking, 'How do you know what I saw? I'M THE ONE WHO SAW IT!' "Mommy! Come with me, come see. I will show you where he was laying! The blankets are gone. I will show you where he floated up through the ceiling!" "Oh Sweetheart!", my mother continued, “No, he's not laying there. He's very sick and in the hospital.” It took a few tries but eventually, having to prove to me that my great-uncle was not in the bed, she walked me back to the bedroom doorway. At his bedroom door, where I had just watched my uncle float up through the ceiling, my mother showed me that he indeed had not been laying in that bed. The blankets were still on it. It was perfectly made. "I know that he's not!" I said impatiently, "He's not here anymore! I just watched him go to Heaven. He floated through the ceiling!" Once again, my mother explained to me that he has been in the hospital for a while now, hasn't been able to communicate to anyone and he was in a very deep sleep. Even though I was so young... I understood that our conversation was at a stalemate. It wasn't as if I could show her anything that would prove what I witnessed to her. At this point, I relented and followed my mother out of the bedroom. We walked back into the living and dining room area where, after a few minutes, the phone rang. My great aunt answered the call and when she hung up, she told us that it was the hospital… my great-uncle had just passed away. My Mom immediately just looked at me with wide eyes and a freaked out expression on her face, just as I did to her... which of course, I then replied with "See? I told you!" You can imagine my confusion though, as a child I couldn't understand why I would see my great-uncle in the apartment when he was in the hospital. Of course, I know now that it was because I'm a Medium and he had passed away, but I didn't know that then. To this day, forty years later, I remember the vision as if it happened yesterday.
