Who Turned the Light On?

By Natalie Tomlinson and Fiona Bailey

Born in Leeds, England, Natalie Tomlinson is a psychic medium who now lives in southern California. She offers readings that bring her clients a sense of peace in their lives. Natalie knew at an early age she was different. She was told by a psychic medium she could use her gift to to help others. Natalie is both a clairvoyant—someone with an ability to see things not within normal vision; and a clairsentience—someone who can feel what others are feeling.

Natalie is grateful for her gift, offering readings in person, or by phone, using Skype or FaceTime. She hopes readers will use this book as a Frequently Asked Questions guide and as an opportunity to learn what being a psychic medium involves. Her book will give readers a clearer understanding not only of how Natalie came to embrace her gift, but also of what it really feels like to be a psychic medium.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781532020261

Natalie Tomlinson

Natalie Tomlinson, an English rose, is an incredible psychic medium. Her personality, accuracy, compassion, and wit have made her the go-to psychic for thousands of very satisfied clients, including her many social media followers, well-known celebrities, and even British royalty. The events she’s foretold and the messages she’s passed on range from a simple emotion to a mind-blowing revelation with life-changing implications.

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Prologue

Too often in life, we focus only on the destination and forget to enjoy the journey. I have been given a truly special gift that I’ve been able to use to guide, enlighten, and help people navigate their future. The messages that are passed to me have accuracy, comfort, and at times, humor. They are the reason people return to me again and again for follow-up readings. Let me enlighten you and lift your spirits.

—Natalie Tomlinson

Its funny – I still have an aunt who says to me (in her Yorkshire accent), ‘Are you still doing that fortune telling?’ I sometimes wonder if people understand what psychics and mediums are really about.

Years ago we would have been locked up for talking about the future and the situations I can see before my eyes. I count it all as a blessing. I have helped thousands of people on my journey and have also helped to heal them.

I have given clients a sense of peace in their lives. How anyone could say it’s a curse I will never know. Perhaps it’s because they have a fear of the unknown? Everything I do in a reading is aimed at helping the person I am talking to by phone, Skype, or FaceTime. When spirits communicate with me and I pass on messages, whether it be seeing their future or messages from a loved one who has crossed over, this gives recipients a sense of peace in their lives. And knowing I have helped a person gives me a sense of calm because I know I am doing my job right.

By the way, my name is Natalie Tomlinson, born May 1968, the year the Beatles released ‘Hey Jude’. People were watching Bonnie and Clyde, and Valley of the Dolls was being read by every housewife. Harold Wilson was prime minister in the UK, and Lyndon B Johnson was president of the United States. For my American readers, the Green Bay Packers defeated the Oakland Raiders in the Miami Super Bowl II, and my mother declared: ‘The heavens opened when I gave birth to you, Natalie’.

Born in Leeds, West Yorkshire, a year later I moved to north London.

When I was 10 years young, I was in an English and drama class. It was my first year back in UK after living in Nuremberg, West Germany, before the Wall came down. The teacher asked us what we wanted to do when we grow up. I recall many funny answers in the classroom, and my cousin said she wanted to work in a pet shop. I was asked, too. I gazed out of the window and watched the rain beat against the cold glass. When I looked up at Miss Dickson, the teacher, I said, ‘I want to be in Hollywood!’ I knew then I wasn’t for the UK.

Family members and others said about me when I was a young girl: ‘She’s chasing rainbows, that girl.’ Well, here I am, writing a book, which is something I’ve wanted to do. But I needed to have gone around the block a few times to have had the experiences to share.

Also, many people ask me the same questions about what it takes to do what I do and how things appear to me. I hope to use this book like a Frequently Asked Questions page, as an opportunity to address what being a psychic medium feels like and to cover some of the weird and wonderful FAQs that people are inquisitive about.

I’ve been given a gift from above to help people. Living in glorious sunshine and being able to see the Hollywood sign and hit the beach, I would say I am a lucky girl. So I raise my glass of champers to all those who said I’m chasing rainbows, and I say, ‘Bring on the Bollinger(Champagne) sweetie!’ I do believe I have had an interesting life compared to many, and having a gift … well, I count my blessings daily and take nothing for granted.

You always find in life the people who have a gift, have a story. This is mine. Enjoy the journey. So now who’s chasing rainbows!

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Part 1 Me, Myself, and I

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My Early Memories

I was born on 26 May 1968 to a young and beautiful couple, David Tomlinson and Marysia Violetta Jozefowicz. The sixties were in full swing, and my parents were living in Leeds, West Yorkshire, in the UK. One day I asked my mother, ‘Mummy, why don’t I have any brothers or sisters?’

My mother laughed and replied, ‘Natalie, you were like having three kids.’

When I was around 6 years old, my father asked me to pick a horse out of the paper because he liked to bet on horses on Saturdays. Actually, he liked to bet every day and still does. He’d watch the races on TV, and he’d be on the sofa in a jockey’s pose, pretending to ride the imaginary horse, one hand holding reins and the other holding an imaginary whip. He’d get more and more frantic towards the finish line, sometimes standing up and yelling at the TV. At the end, he displayed one of three moods: the slump back in the chair for a loss; the pose with his head tilted at the TV, awaiting a photo finish; or the leap around the room for a clear win. Exhausting but fun!

Saturday for me was cartoons, not horse racing. Therefore this ritual was somewhat irritating to a 6-year-old. I’d hear the word ‘Ascot’ and know what was coming on the box.

One Saturday, Dad turned off the cartoons and asked me to pick out some horses that would be racing from the newspaper: three at one meeting (horse racing)on ITV (the UK TV channel) and three at another meeting in the London area. I recall saying: ‘If there’s one with green-something in its name, pick that ’, looking at the names in the paper, and just pointing to certain horses’ names. I picked out a horse in a race in the first meeting and it won, as did the next five horses in different meetings. Dad thought my successful predictions were beyond amazing, but I found it boring and preferred to play with my dolls!

Years and years ago, if you said you were a psychic or medium, anything different from the so-called ‘norm’, you would be locked up because people would think you’d lost your bloody marbles. I don’t think my parents ever thought I had a gift in the early days but that I had a fascination, which my mother recognized.

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My only recollections of others in my family having spiritual experiences, apart from my mum, were a few years ago. My nana (my mum’s mum) told me a story that she’d never told anyone else before. When she was a young girl, she had a brother called Jack. There were only a couple of years difference between them, so they grew up together. One night she woke up and saw her grandmother standing at the end of Jack’s bed. (They had twin beds.) She was still a young girl, about 9.

She called for her dad, who was called George. ‘Dad, Dad,’ she said as her father burst through the door, thinking she was in trouble. ‘I’ve just seen Grandma.’ He asked where, and she said, ‘At the end of Jack’s bed’.

Her dad just tucked her back in, but she remembered he looked a little shocked. Later the next day, she found out her father had been at the hospital earlier that night as her grandma passed away. My nana just assumed it must have been her grandma coming to say goodbye. She never told anyone before, but as she was recounting the memory to me, she just shrugged and said the whole thing was rather queer.

My dad has one unusual experience. I don’t feel he has the gift, but he has great intuition. His business partner Andrew was not only his business partner but also his friend. They were as close as brothers for about twenty years. Andrew was the complete opposite of my dad: a few years older, very well bred, and educated at Millfield, a posh private boarding school. He always said goodbye to me by giving me a military salute and saying, ‘Natalie, I’m as good as an uncle to you’. He had throat cancer but died of a heart attack in the ambulance on my dad’s birthday. Sadly, my dad meant to see him for lunch that very day. Six months later, Dad told me he was in Shepherd’s Bush (London) and was crossing the road. As he looked across the street, he clearly saw Andrew standing on the other side of the road, wearing a bright blue tracksuit (a type of outfit he used to wear a lot). He was standing and looking straight across at Dad. He smiled, gave his familiar goodbye salute, and then disappeared in the crowd. My dad’s legs almost buckled. He bolted across to try to find Andrew, but he’d just vanished into the market crowd, and he never saw him again.

I feel Mum had the gift but did not do much with it. I think it scared her. One night when I was around 6 years old, I was awakened by my mum crying. She’d had had a horrendous nightmare about a plane crash and described people that she’d seen vividly. She said they had looked like Eskimos or people from Tibet. The next morning the headlines were all about a terrible plane crash, and the details of the people were as Mum had seen in her dream.

This dream was just one of many that Mum had about a reality. However, Mum had great intuition and insight into certain things and often would make an annoyingly accurate call about something, particularly about the suitability of some of my boyfriends!

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For example, when I was in my twenties and living in St John’s Wood overlooking Lord’s Cricket Ground, a family friend, Keith Sanderson, was having a fiftieth birthday party in a private piano bar in Mayfair, and we were all invited. In those days, I (and everyone else it seemed) smoked. My choice was always the extra long Silk Cut 100s, and as I was standing at the bar, about to light up, an arm appeared out of nowhere at the speed of James Bond with a lighter to light my cigarette. I smiled and said, ‘You have to be a little bit quicker than that with me.’ We had a 007 moment as I observed his suit and he gave a chuckle. I asked him what he did, and he explained he was there working on the club owners’ computer. He didn’t drink but he did smoke. He was the fittest man I’d ever seen, a lovely guy, and a true gentleman. I introduced him to my mother and father and they were chatting.

Just as I’d met him, our group were all moving on to an after party at a nightclub called Xenon’s, which had a piano bar upstairs and nightclub downstairs. As we were leaving. I whispered, ‘Mum, he’s a computer programmer.’

She replied, ‘No he isn’t. That young man, my dear, is in the SAS.’

I said, ‘What are you talking about?’ I left it at that. She’d never met him before or knew anything about him. We had a dance, and he asked for my number and dropped me off in a taxi at my flat.

He called me a couple of days later to ask me for dinner. I accepted and asked what time, and he said, ‘Well, I’m already parked outside.’ We went out to dinner, and dinner grew into another dinner and ultimately a relationship.

One night I confronted him about what my mother had said. The SAS (Special Air Services) is a highly secret, highly trained task force in the UK military services. Nobody ever knows the identity of the soldiers because this information is kept secret. He finally confirmed to me that he was indeed with the SAS.

We had amazing dates. one Saturday he picked me up and drove me into the middle of nowhere. As we went further and further, I wondered where we were as there was nothing around us. Still nothing. Then over my head went an airplane. It turned out he’d booked me flying lessons. Luckily I didn’t do a Harrison Ford, but after several lessons, it was clear to me that I wasn’t going to be the next Amelia Earhart, so I didn’t continue.

Despite a collection of amazing dates, including underground secret service shooting galleries with hidden entrances, windsurfing, clay pigeon shooting, and special forces galas, it didn’t work out, but I learnt a lot from this so-called computer programmer, not to mention how to fire a .44 magnum, SIG Sauer, and laser guns! So if you’re in the neighbourhood, go ahead and make my day! Meanwhile, my mum was always correct on her predictions about people around me, and certainly hit the nail on the head. Sadly I recently found out this lovely man has crossed over. All the people you meet in your life come into it for a reason and a purpose – to help mould us into the people we are. We should take the good from the lessons and move on and learn. People keep making the same mistakes and wonder where they went wrong, but we’re meant to learn from them. I learned a lot from this man, an I taught him how to love again and made him happy. I’ve broken a lot of men’s hearts, and I’ve had my heart broken, too. Use your intuition: that is your guide. Go with what you’re drawn to. Go with your first feeling, don’t cross-examine it.

My Parents and My Polish Heritage

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Edward Jozefowicz, my mother’s father and my granddad, was from Warsaw, Poland who had been a pilot in the Polish Air Force. He passed at the age of 62. Therefore, I am one quarter Polish, and I found out that my granddad came from aristocracy. When I was a child, between the ages of 11 and 17 and living in Yorkshire, I used to go to the Polish club most Sundays with family members. We’d have lemonade and Polish food with apple and cream cheese pancakes for dessert, which I looked forward to more