‘I spoke to a psychic who blindsided me – I then smoked a cigarette instantly’
EXCLUSIVE: After a woman found her partner following advice imparted from a psychic medium, I thought I’d try my luck too but the advice I received came out of left field
I spoke to a psychic medium hoping to get some romance tips, but her advice via the “spirits” blindsided me – she said I should lean into jazz and go to Germany.
On Valentine’s Day this year, Nicole Echeverria, 31, made headlines when she married a bloke she was told she’d meet by a psychic medium. The couple initially bonded over TikTok, hit it off instantly, and got engaged in May 2024.
After “settling” for the wrong men in her twenties, Nicole had finally found love with a bit of help from the spirits, mind. After this, I thought I’d try speaking to a psychic medium to see if they might help me get hitched too.
Although I’m not religious, I’ve always been relatively open-minded. Spiritual – maybe? I’ve got an earring if that counts. However, I was definitely sceptical when I began my chat with psychic Rosie Morgan.
The advice that was “imparted” via Rosie started off with a few clichés, like “go travelling, maybe to Bali”. This hardened my scepticism – surely that’s a popular trip applicable to most budding traveller Brits?
Anything about a love interest? I began to mutter at some stage but Rosie didn’t hear me. She kept reeling in information from beyond the physical world.
After a few more slightly vague details the medium channelled, some she got wrong, she started to look a bit unhappy before going down a specific route.
“Ever been to Germany?” she asked. Yeah, once. Grim holiday to Hamburg – freezing. Rosie looked like she’d struck gold, and celebrated to the heavens like Harry Kane after a successful penalty.
“Interesting, I’m getting so much Germany – you should go to Berlin, that’s what the spirits are telling me,” Rosie added, before: “And then music, I’m getting a lot of music coming through. They’re saying a lot about jazz. I think it’s wise you listened and… yes… lean into jazz.”
Berlin is known as a proper European city of culture, complete with a thriving alternative scene, sweaty clubs and beautiful architecture.
Just the thought of the place gives you that fuzzy, excited feeling you get when you find a tenner in a birthday card from your nan. Or opening a Celebration’s tin and finding all the Bounty’s already devoured.
Great, thank you very much. I looked forward to my new life as a jazz musician, strumming away in candle-lit bohemia. No mention of a romance like Nicole’s, but now I could wear a beret and pretend I was decent at music – something which would surely seal the deal with any prospective partner.
Maybe I’d start reciting poetry in nightclubs while chaining cigarettes. Perhaps I could really start breathing some life back into that until-now-bloody-pointless philosophy degree I got years ago. It was “I think therefore I’m alright,” yeah?
The possibilities were endless. While Rosie – who had uttered some eerily truthful things – said goodbye, I couldn’t focus, instead imagining how to tell my nearest and dearest about my new life as a savant.
Nothing on love from the spirits, so I won’t be getting hitched anytime soon. Haven’t got time for that anyway right now, I’ve got to find my passport.
