Carissa Psychic Medium

15/05/2024

It is really important that we maintain healthy ethical boundaries in an industry that is yet to be regulated.

Please know that any healer who touches you inappropriately, or uses sexual language, under the guise of healing sexual trauma, does not need to behave that way in order to provide healing.
It may be so subtle, that you are left feeling confused by what just happened, and wondering if you had unintentionally consented, just because you consented to the healing......please know, that those 2 consents do not go together.
If you feel you have been a victim of sexual assault by someone within this industry, please reach out and we can support you through this.
You are not alone

09/06/2023

Hi guys ☺️

Because I haven't been active on here for a while, I would like do a little test to see if my posts are reaching everyone.

I'd love it if you could comment a message saying where you're from ☺️🤗

19/04/2023

Hi fabulous followers,

My beautiful friend has the most glorious Main C***s, way too striking and beautiful to not share! Head on over to her page to check out these gorgeous power animals!

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100084906409889&mibextid=ZbWKwL

We are a small cattery breeding quality Maine C***s, all parents DNA tested

20/06/2022

Rebecca and I are excited to finally be able to bring you another Psychic Party event!!

Pricing is staying at $30 p/p as we want to make it affordable for everyone ❤️.

Shoot me a message if you would like to book your spot as numbers are limited.

Click on the link for more details, or message myself or Rebecca if you have further questions.

https://facebook.com/events/s/psychic-party/397178562453911/

14/03/2022

**Due to personal circumstances, this event has been CANCELLED. If you booked, you will be contacted to arrange a refund. We apologise for any inconvenience**

Rebecca from Star Moon Rising and myself are proud to be able to offer another event as we kick off our Psychic Parties.

Please contact myself or Rebecca to book your spot!

Please note that bookings will need to be paid for in advance and are non refundable (due to late cancellations and having to turn people away as the event has been booked out).

https://facebook.com/events/s/psychic-party/1170186710185287/

06/07/2021

Losing Dad. The Finale

I had felt every part of Dad's transition into the afterlife, from the first vibration (the feeling of creepiness), to the part where he was viewing his life as though it were being played out on a movie screen (there were lots of rewinds and pauses, let me tell you!), to the vibration where he soaked it all in (where there was appreciation for the human experience), the vibration where he healed and felt copious love, to the vibration where he stepped in to experiment with human guidance, to the vibration where I can feel such strength, such knowledge, acceptance and love.

What would have had taken no 'time' for him, took about a year to get to on the human plane. My anxiety through it all ended up being a valuable assest, without it I wouldnt have recognised what was happening, I wouldnt have appreciated the comfort and security in knowing what I now know.....Dad made it home safely, and he took me through the journey. What a phenomenal journey it was.

I can now 'tune in' to Dad as I do any other spirit, I have a stronger sense of 'knowing' and I can now recognise where each spirit is at in their journey of healing.

I dont believe in evil spirit/energy, I believe in cheekiness, I believe in healing processes, and lastly, I believe that the mindset of the person experiencing the spirit energy is how that person will view and experience the physical reality of such energy ❤.

Our reality, our perception, our subconscious conditioning plays a major role in how we experience life, energy......and the afterlife ❤

26/06/2021

Losing Dad. Part 8.

As I grappled with my analytical mind, the songs started to lesson and the signs that Dad was close by had started to fade.

I couldn't, and wouldn't accept just any sign. Doing this felt like I was 'making things fit' and if there was one thing I was learning, it was that we can most definitely make things fit to serve our purpose. I was learning to trust, to seperate the fluff from the real deal......I was learning that I had to FEEL it to know it to be legit.

The physical signs of Dad had long slipped away and I was becoming anxious thinking about what this would mean as a medium, and as a daughter who so desperately wanted to maintain connection with her first love.

Maybe it was time to actually put more energy into connecting with Dad, like I would with a normal reading....would that work? How would I know that it is a legitimate connection when I know so much about Dad?

Each time I tried, I saw Dad in the gown he was burried in, I would then quickly shut off connection believing that I was creating the vision myself. Dad looked like an angel, dressed in white and surrounded by a white haze.

My frustration increased as time progressed, I was losing faith, becoming angry and refusing connection all together. If I was supposed to 'do this', then why couldn't I be blessed with the one connection I only ever wanted....my Dad?

Roughly 10 mths after Dad's passing, I had attended a group meditation. My intention was to take myself away from the guidence of the meditation and to call on Dad.

I removed my shoes and placed them neatly side by side before entering the meditation space, I found myself a comfortable position and the meditation began.....

Entering the meditation, a familiar spirit guide of mine greeted me as I sat by a riverbank. I knew why he was there, I instinctively knew that Dad wasn't 'ready' to come to me. I demanded that Dad come to me, knowing that I was going against all of what I had been taught in regards to making demands of spirit. My guide exuded an energy of gentleness, and although I didn't hear the words expressed, I felt them.....I was being told that Dad could come out, but only for a short period.

Even in my meditation, I was struggling to believe that I wasn't creating the narrative.
I looked up and across the river, Dad came out of the bushland, with a spirit on either side of him. He looked as he had in his early 30's, long, and lanky, with a mop of hair. I watched in disbelief as Dad was 'escorted' through the grassland and was making his way towards me. During this walk to me, Dad tripped, stumbled a little and then regained his footing.
I remember thinking how bizarre it was that that would happen in a meditation, even more so if I actually was creating the narrative myself.

I actually don't remember the conversation I had with Dad, but I do remember the feeling of love, gentleness and acceptance.

Dad left as quick as he came and I found myself coming out of the meditation. Still struggling with my analytical mind, I felt that I had created that experience and was feeling disappointed that I may never get the chance to loosen my anxieties around connecting.

Leaving the meditation space, I went to put on my shoes.....but they weren't where I had left them. I looked everywhere, at the entrance to the house, inside the meditation room, in another space....they weren't to be seen.

I was certain I had left them at the entrance to the space, where could they be? And then I found them....one at one end of the kitchen and the other in the adjoining room, like they had been thrown....or tripped and stumbled over, flying in different directions in the process.

I got it, I finally got a sign I would trust. It still feels unreal that that could have happened, but I don't doubt it now, I don't question it anymore....I accept it and I trust. Thanks Dad, for kicking my shoes about as you stumbled towards me in my meditation ❤

20/06/2021

Losing Dad. Part 7

What I had expected to experience once Dad passed and what I actually did experience were total opposites.

I couldn't tune in like I normally would when connecting to spirit, each time I tried, I felt nothing. At certain times throughout the days, I would experience a feeling of being watched, which would leave me with the heebie jeebies. My dog watched 'nothing' move from the kitchen to a corner of the lounge room, growling, she stood up from her place on the couch and slowly crept to the corner, where she stood for a good 5 minutes growling at nothing, with each minute her growls became louder.....she didn't bark once, she didnt show excitement once.

In between these moments, there were times when I would 'know' Dad was around. These moments were fleeting. At one stage I asked "Dad, where are you? I can't feel you anymore" and immediately I heard "I am everywhere" as though it was being echoed through a tunnel in my minds eyes. Shivers ran down my spine.

My confusion grew, just as my frustration did, what I was experiencing with Dad as spirit was not what I had expected. The little girl inside of me was feeling abandoned, that even in spirit, my Dad would leave me again.

Little things went missing and would show up in the most random of places, I felt as though I was going crazy.....little did I know, but Dad was taking me through his transition to the spirit world with him.

After a few weeks, the creepy feeling went away, and I began being bombarded with sign after sign...songs, feathers, memories.
It was exhausting, the constant physical contact with Dad, the analytical side to me telling myself I was manifesting it, yet having the knowing that Dad was with me at the same time.

I began to feel that this was it now, that this would be how communication with Dad would be from here on in, that I had possibly finally accepted he was physically gone, so now I could connect more easily.....I was wrong.....I was so wrong.

13/06/2021

Losing Dad Part 6
(May be triggering for some)

The next day everyone was visiting Dad, Dad's siblings, his nieces and nephews, his son, his mother.... I told myself that I had made the right decision in visiting every second day, I didn't want the burden and exhaustion placed on Dad. Something sat uneasy within me though, I couldnt place what it was. I was 'edgy' and restless, tomorrow seemed too far away to see Dad.

Night time came, my girls weren't sleeping well, one after the other they would wake and I would need to sit with them to soothe them back to sleep. After midnight I feel asleep on the couch, only to be woken by one of my daughters soon after. I layed in bed with her, my thoughts reverting to Dad, who in a few short hours, I would be making the journey to visit him again. Eventually I drifted off to sleep again, woken every so often with an uneasy feeling, the restlessness which had been with me all day.

A feeling of 'creepiness' overcame me, like I was being watched, a similar feeling to how one would feel when fightened of ghosts in the dark. Why would I feel like this when I have had so much to do with, and have had many interations with, spirit over the years? I didnt understand it. All of a sudden I saw a friends dad, who had passed over almost a year before, looking at me, not saying anything, although I could sense that he wanted to say something....he just couldnt.

'Why would you come now?' I asked him, 'you would know I need to travel tomorrow to see Dad, now is not the time, I need sleep'....the vision of him left my minds eye, but the creepy feeling remained and I struggled to get back to sleep.

Eventually, for some strange reason, I felt I needed to rescue a doona I had on the outside line. I hopped up out of bed, walked through the kitchen to go out the back door to retrieve the doona.

I felt as though I was in control, but not in control of my movements at the same time....it was like I was walking in slow motion, as I walked passed the microwave in the kitchen, I turned my head to it so that the time was clearly visible to me.....3:36am.

The moment I exited the door, normal time and motion returned. I retrieved the doona, placed it on top of an ever growing folding pile and then layed on the couch to try to find some sort of rest before sunrise.

The creepy feeling returned, joined with the feeling of coldness and knowing someone was standing right in front of me....but I couldnt see who. As soon as I tried to connect, the folding pile fell over, a few creaks and bumps could be heard....and then another of my daughters woke and came out to me.

I lay in bed with my daughter and as she fell back to sleep, I continued to watch my phone....something isnt right. At some point I did drift off again, only to wake again close to 6am. I got up, giving up on having a restful sleep, and made myself a very strong coffee in preparation for my drive to see Dad.

At 6am the house phone rang...I missed the call. I held my mobile, waiting for a call to come through, but the house phone called again....my husband at the time answered before I could get to it. It felt like I was holding my breath, I dont really know if I had or not, but the anxiousness of waiting and wanting that call to not be about Dad, was making time seem like it was taking so long to move.

My husband came to me, the look on his face said it all.....Dad was gone 💔.

At approximately 4am on Sunday the 25th of January, Dad has passed to the spirit world.
My step mother would have received the call to come in to the hospital, as his breathing had changed, at approximately 3:36am. Dad passed on his own, something which I had felt he would want to do, but I had tried to stop.

Dad did let me know, he did tell me he was leaving, he had been telling me all day on the Saturday and made it stronger still as the time drew near.....Dad didn't dare leave without telling me 💔❤

12/06/2021

Losing Dad Part 5.

Two days later I was preparing to make the drive to visit Dad again. I had decided that I would visit every second day, that way I didnt clog up visiting hours for others and I could be with my girls to ensure that they had some sort of stability during this time.

Something was wrong, I had had the call to hold off from leaving just yet as Dad had made the decision to go into hospital, there was no point in coming now and arriving in the chaos of the transfer.

My step mother was, and is, courageous beyond belief, she could be falling apart within, yet keep a positive persona for others and for Dad. This day, she continued to make contact to let me know where they were at....and I know she would have been crumbling inside, knowing that this decision would have meant the beginning of the end for Dad, but she held it together for everyone else..... she held it together for me.

Late afternoon had arrived and I was given the all clear to make the journey to the hospital.
It was close to 5pm before I made it. I made my way to his floor and as I walked along the corridor, up ahead nurses came out of a side door, wheeling a patient in a bed. I couldnt see the patient, but I knew....I knew it was dad.

I followed behind him as he was taken to his room for the first time, I could hear him chatting to the nurses.....right to the end he was making small talk and gaining people's love and respect.

I waited outside and listened to them as Dad settled into his bed. It warmed my heart to hear the interaction, Dad chuckling with what little energy he had and thanking the nurses for their assistance. My step mum arrived at this time, and we entered the room together.

There are two sentences which Dad said to me that day, which be etched in my mind and heart forever. The first one was when Dad looked up from his bed as we walked in, and he said "There's my beautiful daughter". I felt like a little 5yr old girl again, with the purest of love for her Dad.....it had been a long time since he had said those words.

The second sentence which stayed with me is "Drive safely". I know there were expressions of love in there, that we both had said "love you" and "goodbye".....but for some strange reason "Drive safely" is what stayed with me forever after.

As I left the room, in my minds eye I said "Dad, dont you leave without telling me......don't you dare leave without me here"......

10/06/2021

Losing Dad Part 4

I sat with Dad by his bedside three days before he passed. We made general chit chat between small bouts of him sleeping. He was weakened, that was clear, but he still exuded strength. His wisdom, his humour, his gentleness were all still so strong.

I knew Dad was transitioning as he lay before me. I wondered who was visiting him in those moments of rest. His predecessor, a man much like himself, a man called upon by many because of his generous loving nature, and a man cherished most by his grandchildren....my grandfather, had passed away 17yrs earlier.

Dad looked up to him and had missed him terribly over the years, so I knew he would be with us, I felt him with us, but I was losing faith in what I once felt and believed so passionately in, that I doubted what I once believed to be gospel.

My great grandmother, a super being who's stories of courage and strength will be passed down for generations, the fragile yet strong elderly lady who always gave us children a treat of a biscuit when we visited, the woman who's words "wish them well" were always met with a saddened heart, yet reverence at the same time. I could feel her, yet her presence felt as though she was standing back, giving support and love as her son stepped forward to be in the presence of his son.

How do I know for sure that they're here? Am I creating this because I want it to be true? So many questions ran through my mind as Dad shifted in and out of sleep.

I asked. 'They' say you're not supposed to do that, to place demands onto spirit to give specific signs of their presence. Why? I never did understand that. I asked....I asked for a sign, one which would without a doubt leave no question in my mind that they were here. I asked, yet still doubted. I wanted a sign, one which didnt have me think 'oh, that could be a sign maybe', I wanted hard evidence to ease my analytical mind.

"Granddad, are you here?". Dad was resting his eyes in that moment, my eyes scoured the room looking for any hint of a sign. I watched out the window, waiting to see if a bird would coincidentally perch intself onto the balcony rail.....nothing.

Dad's phone began to ring, breaking the silence. I jumped, looked at dad, he was still resting his eyes, I looked at his phone and I froze. I wanted to stop the call so that Dad wouldn't wake, but I couldn't, I was frozen with shock. My grandfather's full name lit up Dad's phone screen, not dad, not granddad...my grandfather's full legal name was making an incoming call to my Dad, his son.

Dad woke, my step mother came into the room and Dad asked her to take the call. Still frozen, I looked at Dad, I looked at my step mum and looked at the phone again.....my grandfather's name was still displayed on the phone.
I managed to come out of my stupor and pass her the phone. The look on my face must have told a thousand stories, she giggled and said "its Nanna, Dad never changed the name over"

The next time Dad rested his eyes, I tried something different, I spoke directly to Dad through my minds eye.......

"Dad, don't you leave without telling me. I want to be with you when you leave your body. Dont you dare leave without me Dad"......