Yvette Tamara – UK leading clairvoyant and trusted medium
See her live on stage or call her for a telephone reading. The most proven and trusted psychic in the UK. Yvette Tamara has been an established clairvoyant medium since 1972.

Being a Clairvoyant and medium tends to be a life where one must experience everything so we can relate to our clients in what’s happening in there life’s right now.

The Sprit World tend to test us, yes, test us. I realised some years ago that if I didn’t get a balance in the Earth World then I would not have an easy life!

Balancing between the two worlds is somewhat hard.

Always knowing, always feeling what is going to happen next guiding your clients through difficult times every word they hang on to.

God, it’s so hard sometimes. What if I get it wrong? What if they don’t like what I say? Then I stop myself. TRUST… TRUST is spoken in my ear. You must learn to trust Yvette. I can remember stepping on to a stage floor at the Hackney Empire in London. I was standing just where Charlie Chaplin stood. He stood in this very spot and here I am 5ft 2inches tall panicking in front of an audience of over 800 people. Nothing is rehearsed and I have to keep everyone happy for two and half hours on my own conversing with the sprit world giving amazing proof there is another world beyond ours.

Yes, I can feel the energy begin around me as the spirit world comes around to meet me. The most amazing unconditional love is felt and I can almost cry as the hair on my arms starts to stand up.

I can only tell you how it feels. It runs through your whole body and a feeling of warmth and caring makes me feel my feet are coming off the ground as one spirit friend arrives I feel one after the other start to line up and the all the voices start to talk slow down I have to say as it is all too much I can only talk to one at a time.

All of my spirit friends are all making themselves known to me and I have to reassure them that they are also talking to someone that will love them too and do the best to give the information correct as I am told with the deepest respect.

If you are ever disrespectful, your gift will be taken away just like cutting butter.

That’s a hard lesson to learn.

When you pass over, your character never changes. If you were a miserable bugger here you go over the same person. I get spirit friends of all sizes and walks of life. They tend to tell me how they passed over and what the situation was before they left this earth. Names, places, dates, times and even down to friends who they couldn’t stand. I can remember one show I did and a gentlemen reminded his wife in the audience of the £10,000 his brother had done him out of and would be certainly be reminding him tonight.

When you pass over you never forget who’s done what to you.

The most amazing message I had was when I was doing a show in Stevenage at the Gordon Craig Theatre. I was getting myself ready to travel up the A1 as usual. I always liked to wear a comfortable suit something cream and silk as any tightness in the material could put me off concentrating on my links you have to get it right and no disturbance at all.

I suddenly remembered I needed to got to the supermarket as one does and a voice in my ear started to say “hello”. This was a young spirit friend and he made himself known to me. He was a gentle soul tall very lanky and chatty chap nice hair cut and very clean looking. He asked me if I could help him and started to talk about his mum. “Please”, he asked “would you buy my mum a heart necklace. I really want her to have it. It means the world to me.” Here I am shopping in Waitrose getting my veg and bread and being asked to go shopping for this young man. I must be going mad! No this was really happening this lovely young man wanted this gift for his mum my heart went out to him what a lovely young man.

I finished my shopping and headed home to unload and get myself ready for the journey. I hated going up the A1 its always a nightmare. Just what you don’t need on a Friday afternoon.

Well I have to say the journey went well. I got there early and unloaded all my things into the stage door round to my dressing room.

I decided to take a walk into the shopping centre near by. There, right in front of me, a market stall selling sliver jewellery, and just in the middle laid a heart necklace. I bent down and this lovely young man spoke, “that’s the one”. “Are you sure?”. “Yes, that’s the one I want you to buy for my mum”. “OK, Ok.”

I cannot believe I am doing this. My spirit friend is asking me to go shopping. This must be a first for any psychic.  NONE OF MY OTHER PSYHIC FRIENDS can say that they have gone shopping for their spirit friends.

I smiled to myself. I got back to the theatre and got my self ready for a sound check, made sure that all was ok, and got the figures for the ticket sales -1200, that’s good news. I always get nervous – time for a large gin and tonic to steady my nerves.

Its funny how you watch from the wings of the stage. Everyone coming in and chatting away. I wonder what my audience think of what’s in store tonight; am I any good? Have you heard of her? The usual. I start to prepare myself and ask my guides to come closer and give all the lovely messages with love and understanding. My thoughts came across this lovely lad who had so kindly spoken to me earlier so he could get me to buy his mum a present. It made me think of my lovely grown up son at home and how lucky I was to have my son alive. How that poor woman must feel, and how much she must miss her son, her flesh and blood that came from her body. It must tear you apart.

As I stepped on that stage, a voice in my ear said “YOU MUST LEARN TO TRUST, YVETTE”. As soon as those words where spoken this lovely young man spoke.

“There’s my mum.”

“OK, ok”  I said in my mind to connect with him. “Can I give the audience the name of Andrew, Andy? Also a March birthday or a June connection”. In a passing over he tells me his mum’s here and wants to say hello.

“I am here”. A small shallow voice in the front row calls out. I turn to this lovely lady finding it hard to speak. “This young man tells me you want to move but for some reason you will not”.

“Yes that’s correct. I won’t move because all my son’s belongings are still as he left them, and I don’t want to lose him, it was his home”.

“Tell my mum she must. I will still be with her. I am not going to leave her if she moves, I want her to move, it will do her good, and tell her that 13 is important.”

“He is saying 13 is an important date”.

“Yes, that’s the day I lost my son.”

“He is also telling me he went quickly. One minute here, the next minute gone”. As I am saying these words, my whole body is consumed with emotion, love and warmth. I can feel him so near, and the love that he gives his mum.

He is telling me that his dad has done his foot in whilst in the garden. The garden fork went through his foot. Nasty accident. That’s why he is not here tonight and his dad is not sure he believes in all this. As I wink at her, she smiles back knowing I have her beloved son with me.

Your son loves you so much and doesn’t want to see you so unhappy. He says there is also a November birthday coming up you have not sorted out yet. He says get a move on mum it’s not like you, and who forgot to put the dustbins out last week? She starts to laugh at me, she knows exactly what I mean.

How strange it must feel for someone sitting there and I have the gift to be able to link the spirit world to the earth world.

He then tells me I must give his mum his present  I reach in to my pocket and pull a small sliver heart necklace and hand it to her this is what your son asked me to buy you the tears run down her face as she says thank you it will go with me heart ring and bracelet my son brought me when he was alive

I give her a big hug and tell her he will always be there, “now get on with your move”.

How can someone say it’s wrong? People usually say let the dead rest, but surely they would not want to chat to me.

It’s also been a big issue in the catholic religion of Soothsayers’ act of evil. Funniest thing is I was brought up in the catholic religion and I do believe in God. I still pray now, and if I have a funny time with a spirit friend who I am unsure of does not feel right then I will say the Lords Prayer and ask them to rest in peace and leave me now. It works every time.

I am not sure where we go from here. When one talks of what I do is it correct? All I know is that I have many clients who have come to see me with their problems. I have helped change their lives for the better. I have been there for them and helped them over their losses of loved ones. How can it be evil?

I wanted to work in London. I was able to rent an apartment in Chelsea London right opposite Liz Hurley and Hugh Grant’s beautiful home. Just what I wished for. I moved in and made my way upstairs to say hi to my neighbours, knocking on the door armed will a bottle of deep red wine. I was greeted by a lady who welcomed me in. We both eyed each other up and started the usual conversations but as I started to mention I was a clairvoyant she started to withdraw from me and produced a bottle of holy water and started to sprinkle it on me and making the sign of the cross and asked me to leave. What can one say? All in the day of a Clairvoyant.

The most amazing tale I must tell you, do you believe in fate? Well I do.

The reason I do is because as a young child I was born in Croydon. In fact May Day Hospital and I had a sad childhood as at the age of seven my sister and myself were split up and brought up by different aunts.

My auntie Quin was a welsh lady who had a little café just under the railway bridge at Norbury railway station. I would go with my pennies to a little stamp shop next door to his café as I used to collect stamps. One day I saw this first day cover and paid my pocket money across the counter and took this first day cover home and placed it in my stamp album. 30 years later I meet a lovely man called Roy Phelps who became my best friend. We meet when I was doing a demonstration in front of a group of people on mediumship. As I turned to him I told him of the struggle he was having in life he told me his tale.  He had become a healer and had ended up in a hospital healing cancer patients. Our friendship struck and till this day we are best friends what materialized was soon after I meet him I mentioned my stamp collection when I showed him the first day cover it had been his and on the front the name appeared Mr. Roy Phelps with his home address some 30 years ago. How this man was sent to me to always be my guardian angel.

How strange or is this a sign it must be .