It was a few nights before Christmas. I was about five or six years old, standing in the kitchen with my mom as we prepared a batch of brownies. My sister, two years younger than me, was sound asleep in the room we shared. The air was filled with the sweet anticipation of baking—a moment that has stayed with me as one of my first truly vivid memories.

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After helping mix the ingredients, I ran off to the bathroom, excited but also realizing I’d been holding it in far too long. At that age, privacy wasn’t a big concern—I was still used to my mom assisting my sister and me during bath time—so I left the door wide open.

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That’s when it happened.

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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. A man standing in the doorway. He was tall—at least six feet—and dressed in what looked like old-fashioned business attire: a trench coat, a suit, and a hat that shadowed his face. Startled more than scared, I bolted back to my mom in the kitchen, blurting out what I had seen. She didn’t dismiss me or tell me it was my imagination. She just listened.

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That night stayed with me. As I got older, I continued to see shadowy figures around our house. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I just assumed our home was haunted. To me, it seemed normal—like something everyone experienced. My mom, having had her own encounters with the spirit world, never told me to be quiet about what I saw or felt. She didn’t shame me or tell me I was “making things up.” That acceptance made all the difference.

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It wasn’t until 2021 that I realized what these experiences truly meant. I gave my first mediumship reading that year and something clicked. This wasn’t just a random phenomenon; it was an ability—a calling. I could use this ability to connect with Spirit to heal hearts, bring comfort, and offer guidance to others.

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As I embraced my abilities, I began to reflect on all those moments from my childhood: the shadowy figures, the feelings, the whispers I sometimes heard but couldn’t explain. Spirit had been reaching out to me for years, trying to guide me toward understanding the unseen world around me.

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What’s fascinating is that, to my knowledge, no one in my family is a medium. My mom’s side of the family does have a history of psychic abilities, like premonitions and prophetic dreams, but mediumship? That seems to have started with me. I’m the first in my family to fully embrace and refine these abilities, and the first to use them as a way to serve others.

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I’m not here to convince anyone of what I do. I welcome healthy curiosity and even skepticism, as long as it comes with an open mind. My mission isn’t about proving anything—it’s about helping.

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With compassion and love for this sacred work, I create a safe and welcoming space for you, the client. Whether you’re seeking comfort, clarity, or healing, my goal is to meet you where you are and help you find what you need—mind, body, and soul.

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This is my purpose. This is my passion. And I’m honored to share it with you.