My name is Annemarie Smit. I was born and raised in Heerde, a small town in the beautiful Dutch Veluwe area. I was born on Saturday October 30, 1982, which makes me a true Scorpio!

I attended the CIOS sports instructor education in Arnhem. Until recently, I thoroughly enjoyed my job in a fitness centre, which I combined with my work as a psychic and medium.

I am happily married and I have a son and a stepson. We currently live in Beuningen near the town of Nijmegen.

For several years now, I have been working at the ‘Answers & Insights’ service in addition to running my own practice since 2003. The practice was originally located in a larger building used for practice of various sports.

I am clairvoyant in feeling, sight, and hearing, I magnetise, and I contact the departed (although I don’t summon them). This can also be done by telephone, while the consulting person is on the line.

When people come to visit, I usually take notes of information conveyed in advance. The departed are often present in before the arrival of those consulting me, or they just come by to have a peek or pass on information.

Both on the line and in my practice, I meet very different people, ranging between very open personalities on the hand, and very introverted people on the other hand.

For me personally, open personalities are the most convenient to work with, as they easily allow an exchange of energy to arise (a conversation).

If the person on the other end of the line, or the person consulting me, wants to prevent me from seeing things they would rather not have me see, the process may run in a less smooth fashion, which is perfectly normal.

However, if the person has an open attitude (without having to tell all sorts of very personal things), it will be easier for me to connect the energy of that person and that just makes the process more agreeable, and ultimately works best for both parties. Helping people in a loving way and providing them with insights is what I love to do best. So by being open, I don’t mean spilling your guts right away, but rather just being nice and open, allowing things to run their course.

Due to several personal experiences back when I was around 19 or 20, particularly the loss of a friend and my grandmother, I had a growing sense of certainty that there was something more, that there had to be something more, beyond this life. This was reinforced by my growing awareness, in sensation and in sight, of things that shouldn’t be so easily perceived by most people.

I had been fascinated by such things ever since I was a little girl, due in part to the fact that my aunt used to magnetise people, as well as seeing things and being sensing events before they occurred. Add to this my dreams of the lost friend, who would visit me and reveal things that were present in the lives of his family members. My portentous dreams kept increasing in frequency, which I regularly shared with my parents or recorded in a notebook.

I now know that I have been having these dreams all along, looking back and encountering things I have dreamt as a little kid.

At some point, I started to feel pain and emotions of other people, and other such experiences. This is, and has been, unpleasant at times - especially in the beginning when I had no idea how to deal with these things.

I now know the difference between what is my own experience and what is not. For example, every time I feel something such as a backache, knee ache, headache, or emotions such as sadness, emptiness, or anger, I always ask myself: does this come from me? If the answer is ‘no’, the origins are with someone else. Particularly for physical pains, I am usually quite capable of distinguishing my own pain from someone else’s. The pain of other people goes away over time, as if the painful spot was warm at first, after which I feel a sort of cold wave pass over it, making it go away. Hard to describe, but the important thing is that I am able to understand it and translate it to my own experience.

The sensation of another person’s pain may easily occur by someone thinking of me, or intending to call me. I have learned these things by talking to other people who are active in this field of expertise, along with my own experience and just getting out there and doing it, doing it, and doing it again. That is an excellent way of learning things as well – after all, we never stop learning!

Some of my relatives have had similar experiences, such as my brother and sister, my father, my aunt, and others some generations back. It appears to run in the family, although I don’t think that is some sort of precondition; these things will differ from person to person.

Another thing I had always encountered was my ability to know in advance what would be the matter when starting a conversation with someone. Even if someone told me about someone I had never met, I would be able to instantly complete the story.

Although my life has been relatively short so far, I have had my fair share of things to deal with in the past. As a child, I have been confronted with ‘frequent’ loss of people around me, which invariably results in some life experience, and a different perspective on life events. It makes you grow up faster, at least to my experience.

I have always had the sense of not being alone; you may recognise the feeling yourself. For instance, when you’re walking up the stairs and you get the feeling that someone is walking behind you.

As a little girl aged 7 or 8 I used to see apparitions – especially at night when I woke up because I needed to use the bathroom. The stairway would end in the hallway downstairs, leading to the toilet and shower. I would usually make a dash down and back up again, because in the hallway I would always see apparitions such as faces looking at me, and with some of those faces I imagined they wanted to hurt me. That probably wasn’t the case at all; they were probably just trying to get my attention or recognition. Nonetheless, I ignored them, because they frightened me. Once in the bathroom I would stare at the floor so that I wouldn’t have to see the ‘scary people’ down the hallway. I never saw them in the bathroom for some reason.