"To use my gift of compassion and enthusiasm to cultivate joy, optimism, healing and self-worth to those placed in my path."
My Life's Mission Statement
My Story
I'm a mother of two kids, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a psychic, and a medium. I am easy going and passionate. I enjoy spending time with my family, cooking, gardening and being in nature. I have a big family and we hang out at every opportunity--sometimes daily.
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I was raised by Catholic parents who were very "loose" with their worship schedule. This allowed a lot of free time to play in mud, wander the forest near my childhood home, and explore the military neighborhood on my bike.
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I remember always feeling different from everyone around me. I felt misunderstood. Some kids thought I was fun, while others thought I was the weird girl with cards (Tarot). These feelings followed me straight through my teens and my twenties. In my early twenties, I got married and had my son. But during my pregnancy, my marriage started falling apart. I was horribly depressed. After my son was born, I knew I had to do something about my life. I got a job and eventually I left my ex-husband (we are friends now), but I knew I was meant for something more. After meeting my now-husband, I decided to work hard towards an interior design degree. After four years and the birth of my daughter, I graduated with a BFA and I had an academic scholarship for three of those years.
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I got a job before I graduated and for years, I worked in the construction industry as a project manager. I climbed the ranks, was offered new positions with higher salaries and continued to work hard. These were a fast-paced, high stress jobs and I relished in the challenge.
Then the unthinkable happened: my big brother committed suicide. I was devastated. My brother was an integral part of my life--I saw him nearly every day. Wrought with guilt for not being there for him fully, I slept endless hours, barely getting out of bed & barely eating.
Two weeks after his passing, he came to visit me. I was alone in my room. My husband put the radio on for me and I noticed the music had stopped playing; however, the moment I looked at the speaker, the music started again and I tuned into the lyrics. The lyrics were delivering a powerful message: my brother was okay. Suddenly, I felt his Spirit hug me close. I even felt myself rocking to the beat of the music. When the music stopped, he let me go and lifted the weight of grief from my body. Even though I was sad (I missed my brother greatly) I became the pillar of strength my family needed. I think of my brother daily & see signs of his presence everywhere. I know his soul is living on.
(Left to right: my brother, me, my husband)
It was after this moment that I realized how unbalanced my life was. I found myself suffocating under a value I knew was not important to me. Somehow, I convinced myself that I had to take on more stress, more responsibilities, and work harder, longer hours to be more successful. I knew: I was living someone else's dream.
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I knew I was unhappy. I evaluated my life and who I was--who was I?! I didn't even know myself anymore. I started working with a life coach in search of answers. Over the course of 13 months, I developed a mission statement for my life. During that time, I also discovered untapped memories from my childhood: seeing ghosts, hearing voices speak to me, premonitions in my dreams, just "knowing" things, a fascination with Tarot, "ghost hunting" & a deeply rooted love of nature.
I connected the dots as I recall being introduced to a Mormon church when I was 19 and had people exclaim how they felt in the presence of a Spiritual person when I met them. I remembered the feeling of helping people by listening to them and feeling into their stories and being guided to say what they needed to hear most (I understand now that their Spirit Guides were assisting me).
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I felt the pull to do something with my life that would speak to the nature of my core essence.
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Through my grief, I learned my soul's purpose:
to bring healing to those in mourning, just as I was able to heal.
With the same motivation, drive, and fervor for knowledge that I had in college and in my construction career, I began reading as many books as I could on intuition, psychic abilities and mediumship. I took two classes on intuition and I knew: I was meant for this.
I started my development with one-on-one mentorships and I began taking more classes, attending development circles, and giving hundreds of practice readings--whatever I felt the pull towards to further enhance my understanding of my mediumship and psychic skills. As I've stated before: I am always a developing student of Spirit.
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I didn't always know my purpose, but I've always known I wanted to be a channel of healing.
I practice every day at my craft. It has taken years of spiritual cultivation and I still continue to grow and develop. I will continue developing until the day I cross over. This is my soul's purpose--my life path.
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My passion is Spirit--collectively and as an individual. My passion is a strong desire to heal and be a compassionate champion of others. My purpose is to connect people to loved ones and connect people to their true Spirit: their soul.