My Husband Thought I Was A Charlatan
- Marla Martenson
- Jul 25
- 2 min read

I have a little story for you. A personal one. One that still gives me goosebumps when I tell it…
When I first shared my gifts as a psychic medium with my husband, he looked at me with love — but also with complete skepticism.
Not unkind… just honest.
He said (and I quote):"I think all psychics and mediums are just scammers — ripping people off and cheating them for money."
Oof. 😳
Not the easiest thing to hear from someone you love.
But I didn’t try to convince him.I didn’t argue.I just continued doing what I do — holding space for people to connect with their loved ones, with the unseen, with something bigger than themselves.
Then… one day, he witnessed me giving a reading. A powerful one.A magical one.One that brought through names, details, moments no one could’ve known.One that brought a grieving soul to peace.
Then he turned to me with tears in his eyes and said:
“Thank you. Thank you for showing me that we do go on.That death is not the end. I needed this more than I knew.”
💔✨
It was a moment I’ll never forget. He went from disbelief… to deep gratitude.From “it’s all fake”... to “this changes everything.”
And that’s what mediumship does.
It doesn’t just bring proof — it brings peace. It reminds us that love never dies. That we’re not alone. That the veil is thinner than we think.

Are you curious too?
Maybe you're skeptical. Maybe you're hopeful. Maybe there's someone on the other side who's been visiting your dreams or tugging at your heart.
If you're feeling that pull — that inner knowing that there's something more — I invite you to experience it for yourself.
Heart-centered, soul-level conversations with the ones who still love you — from beyond the veil.
This is a gentle, sacred space. No pressure. No performance.Just magic, connection, and often… a little bit of peace you didn’t know you needed.




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