I’ve lived in Omaha my whole life and it’s where I do the majority of my work as a psychic medium. However, I do travel often to conduct psychic events in various cities around the country. While on the road (and in the air) I’ve experienced some funny, silly, scary, and memorable moments. Sometimes, not even a psychic can predict the unexpected shenanigans that take place while travelling. Here is a memorable occurrence that took place while conducting one of my events in Kansas City.

The show was nearly over, and I chose one final lady in the audience to give a psychic reading to. It was a good thing I happened to select her. I learned she had driven nearly five hours to be present at the event. She was desperately in need of some answers and information from her son, Zach, who sadly died while in his early twenties.

Zach’s mom, Tina, was a real trooper. Her faith was an unmovable, five-ton boulder. She was strong and resilient, and didn’t doubt Zach’s spirit was alive in Heaven. Still, she missed him dearly, and wanted to hear from him. Tina knew if only she made the trip to my event, Zach would show up.

After I delivered some messages from Zach to his grieving mother, she chimed in with some comments of her own. Speaking through her microphone, she explained to me (and the rest of the audience) how Zach was a practical jokester. “He always messes with my lights and electronics at home,” Tina said. “He’ll turn off lamps right in front of my eyes, and flip on the hallway lights in the middle of the night to get my attention.”

At the very moment Tina was talking about Zach manipulating lights, the ballroom chandelier above the audience began to flicker. The thousand-pound, crystalline octopus of a light dangled overhead and flashed on and off like a strobe light. This lasted for about ten seconds. I could see tears of joy welling up in Tina’s eyes. Half the crowd gasped. The other half rubbed the goose bumps on their forearms and laughed. I winked at Zach’s mom, and spoke into my microphone, “Well, Tina, I think it’s safe to say Zach’s here.” The audience erupted with laughter and intermittent applause.

Zach had apparently graduated from manipulating lamps and hallway lights. He was now wreaking havoc on ballroom chandeliers. One way or another, he was determined to get his mom’s attention and prove he’s still a loveable stinker, just as he was in life. “That’s my Zach,” Tina whispered. She handed the spare microphone back to me with a look of satisfaction on her face. She dotted the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and embraced her mother, who was also present at the event.

Zach’s little strobe light stunt was not the only time we had an electrical abnormality at this particular venue. I’d conducted many other shows at that particular hotel in Kansas City. It was a big, extravagant, modern hotel. It contained several ballrooms, a gymnasium, a workout facility, and a courtyard the size of a soccer field.

I generally utilize the hard-wired microphone system when I conduct psychic events at the hotel. One time, after my show had concluded, a staff member of the facility informed me of a funny little mishap that occurred with the hotel’s audio system. Apparently, while my event was taking place, it was not only playing over the speakers in our ballroom, it was being broadcasted to the entire hotel! Yep, every business man, soccer mom, and vacationing family heard me give psychic readings to the people in the lower-level ballroom.

I believe they got the little audio issue under control fairly quickly. But, for a few glorious minutes, the entire facility unwillingly participated in my psychic show. It makes me smile to imagine conservative church-going mothers covering the ears of her children, and scurrying them out of the hotel to get away from the “new age weirdos” in ballroom #3. It’s always been my mission to help and inspire as many people as possible with my intuitive work. I guess on that particular day, God himself tried to further my mission by allowing everyone to hear the event. Either that, or the hard-wired audio system simply malfunctioned. Either way, we had a good chuckle, and it’s something I’ll never forget.

Written by Andy Myers, Psychic Medium