A straightforward introduction to connecting with the spirit world, developing your psychic skills and using your mediumship gifts to help others. A medium acts as a conduit between this life and the afterlife, receiving messages from the spirits of those who have passed. Gordon Smith, a world-famous psychic medium, is renowned for his ability to provide exact names, addresses and events relevant to a person's life and the lives of those they have known. In this book, Gordon introduces the practice of mediumship and teaches you how to: still the mind to enable spirits to communicate with you - sit in the power and open up to authentic messages - work with auras and read the signs and symbols that surround people - connect to your spirit guide and learn their signature or calling card - explore and develop the three faculties of mediumship: clairvoyance, clairaudience and clairsentience - set up a mediumship circle at home and work with others Spiritual development is a lifelong journey. Mediumship Made Easy provides a foundation that will stay with you no matter how far you progress. This book was previously published as Mediumship in the Hay House Basics series. GORDON SMITH is an internationally renowned medium, spiritual teacher and bestselling author who has been practising mediumship professionally for the last 30 years. Gordon travels around the world demonstrating his abilities, offering healing and comfort to thousands of people. His extraordinary skills have attracted the attention of university scientists researching psychic phenomena, as well as countless journalists and documentary producers. His books include Mediumship Made Easy , Where Two Worlds Meet , One Hundred Answers from Spirit , Intuitive Studies and Developing Mediumship . Introduction Mediumship is something that has been a part of my life as far back as I can remember. As a small child I suppose I could say that I was very sensitive, to the point that I would feel other people’s heavy emotions or pain; I could be lifted by their joy and happiness in just the same way. It’s easy for me now to recognize that I was a natural intuitive who was very often affected by the atmosphere around me. The function of a medium is to be the conduit between this life and the afterlife or spirit world. Every medium is intuitive or psychic, but not every psychic is a medium. With the luxury of hindsight, I can clearly see that my sensitive nature as a child was part of what was to build to become the gift of mediumship, which I first experienced at the age of six, going on seven. Even now I can say it is one of my most vivid memories from early childhood. I was playing on my own in the small garden at the front of my house when I saw a man coming towards me from the other end of the street. He looked familiar and I soon recognized him as a friend of my parents who had the very unusual nickname of Ummy. He was a frequent visitor to our home and every time he came he would bring presents or give us children a couple of pennies each, usually after he had won cash at the horse races. The racetrack was a big part of his life. I remember feeling happy to see him and I wanted to run towards him, but my feet seemed to be rooted to the grassy ground beneath me. I also recall feeling that I was in a bubble or membrane of sorts, which felt safe and had a dreamy quality. It also had a sort of buzzing sensation that was pleasant. Ummy smiled at me the way he always did and his eyes looked so alive and happy. He was singing softly, to a tune I’d never heard, ‘We will be buried in Dalbeth.’ I had no idea what this meant, but it was infectious, so I began to sing along. I’ve no idea how long he was in front of me, but as he began to move steadily away in the direction he’d come from, I felt that the bubble I was in had burst and instinctively I ran into the house. My mother was standing at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes. ‘Mammy, Ummy was here, Ummy was here!’ I blurted out in pure excitement. My mother’s reaction was to drop what she was holding. Her eyes widened with fear as I sang the little song: ‘We will be buried in Dalbeth.’ The next thing I knew, I was being smacked and shouted at and I had no idea why my happy news had made my mother so scared or angry. It wasn’t until many years later that my mother told me she’d been so stunned by what I was telling her that she’d completely freaked. Ummy had died in an accident, but my parents hadn’t felt that they needed to explain this to their younger children. Also, they had been left to pay for his burial and they had very little money, so they had him laid to rest in what was known as a pauper’s grave in a remote part of a cemetery outside Glasgow called Dalbeth. Both my mother and father were proud people and hadn’t spoken to anyone about it because they were ashamed that they couldn’t afford a proper funeral for their friend. People have often asked me if I was ever frightened as a