Tracy Fluty, Professional Psychic Medium

12/27/2025

There was a moment.

You will never see it. History did not record it. The ancestor who lived it could not have known what it meant.

But somewhere in your lineage — perhaps thousands of years ago, perhaps hundreds of thousands — someone survived something that should have ended them.

A wound that should have been fatal. A fall that should have broken them. A predator that should have been faster. A winter that should have taken them. A battle they had no right to walk away from.

By some margin — luck, skill, sheer refusal to die — they continued.

And because they continued, so did everything that followed. Generations. Centuries. The chain that eventually produced you.

You owe your existence to a moment of survival you cannot imagine, performed by someone whose name is lost forever.

They did not know they were saving you. They only knew they were not ready to die.

That stubbornness echoes in your blood.

Honour it.

12/25/2025

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family out there that support my business page!

Wanted to share with you a cute photo where my cousin Lorraine who some of you know from her scheduling my appointments last year for me, she bought us matching pajamas.

When I got home I put the pajamas on immediately which she did not know and then texted me that we would be twinning if I sent a picture of us in our pajamas "tomorrow" . But lo and behold! I already had the pajamas on and was enjoying my life and my silky amazing twinning pajamas with my cousin.
Thank you to my amazing cousin

--and also to my incredible sister-in-law, Melissa Fluty Milos who gave me the most amazing sweater & scarf that I am so in love with. Morgan Milos You are like a Navy seal heading toward the ultimate purchase for your auntie. I love you sweetheart and I love my gifts. Thank you ✨

It is a difficult time in my life however I am so grateful for those that make these moments breathable and happy. I am committed to 2026 making those moments come more alive ❤️

12/23/2025

12/23/2025

I'm sitting here tonight, like most of you, wrapping up my Christmas gifts.

Over the last few days there have been so many things that I wanted to say to all of you who've supported me through many, many years.

First I want to thank all of you for trusting me with your life and your story and coming to me for a perspective and hope and light. When my husband passed away I went to work two weeks after he passed welcoming the diversion of the pain my family was going through and helping those that needed me.

I have worked so very hard at my job over many many years and I can't even begin to thank all of you who are still sending me cards of condolences for his passing. I just want you to know I'm reading all of them and saving them in a pile at my desk.

In the weeks since my husband has passed away some people have just assumed I can tune into him automatically but that is not within my spiritual right. Like all of you I cannot commune with him or talk to him, we wrap ourselves in a cocoon of grief and that grief can hold us still while we deal with a shock of their absence.

Having said that I just want you all to know I'm just like all of you! There would be a sign through music or a number or a animal which actually my husband knows I'm into nature so most likely he'll send the message that way

But regardless! Though they may never see this, his family were the absolute most important to him. His parents, his siblings, his children, he loved them with everything he has.

My post going forward for this Christmas season is to love and acknowledge all those people that are living around you.. and maybe they're difficult, maybe they're joyful, maybe they slink back and don't make their presence known.. Let them know they are loved ❤️

12/23/2025

This is why grandparents cry—
not because we’re sad,
but because our hearts are full
in a way they never were before.

We cry because we remember
the long nights
when your mama or daddy was this small,
when we were tired and afraid
and praying we were doing it right.

We cry because time moved faster
than we ever expected it to.
Because one day we were holding toddlers,
and the next we were watching them
become parents themselves.

We cry when we hold you
because suddenly the whole story makes sense.

Every sacrifice.
Every mistake.
Every prayer whispered through exhaustion.
Every season that felt heavy
and every year that felt too fast.

Your tiny hands don’t know
the weight our hearts carry.
They don’t know the grief we’ve lived through,
the people we’ve buried,
the chapters we survived just to be here.

But somehow,
you healed places in us
you never touched.

When we rock you,
we’re holding more than a baby.
We’re holding memory.
We’re holding redemption.
We’re holding the proof
that love outlives every hard season.

We cry because joy like this
arrives quietly—
after you’ve lived long enough
to know how rare it is.

We cry because we know
how quickly babies grow,
how suddenly arms become empty again,
and how sacred it is
to be trusted with moments like these.

So when you see tears in our eyes,
don’t be afraid.

They are not tears of sadness.
They are tears of gratitude.

They are tears that say:
I didn’t know love could come back like this.
I didn’t know God could be this kind.
I didn’t know my heart could feel this full again.

This is why grandparents cry—
because holding you
feels like watching love come home.

12/22/2025

Wow! My daughter's feral cat that she adopted is loving me, oma, and totally relaxed and this is what happens when you meditate people, whenever I have a chance lol 👀