The girl from a strong Baptist family. Church on Sunday, youth group on Friday, and lots of prayer and Bible reading. I can still recite the scriptures and maybe I could even win the challenge of knowing all the books of the Bible in the correct order. But what you may not know about me and what I have hidden from all my friends and work circles and always felt like I had to hide, due to my strong Christian upbringing, is my close connection with the spirit world. This connection is not something I have come across recently, it is something that has been around for decades long. I still sit here writing this as vulnerable as ever and hoping for very little judgment and more affirmations. My earliest memory of a real connection began when I was five. As a family, we were searching to buy a home, we got into the big white van with my mom, dad, sister, brother, and I. We stopped in front of a quaint Victorian glass house, perched on a ledge, a very narrow alley no more than two cars from the front door. My parents cautioned us to be respectful, be quiet and leave everything alone. We walked through the door, and my brother and sister bolted up the stairs to check out the bedrooms. I stayed on my mother's side. As we walked by the basement door to the kitchen, I asked my mother where the piano sound was coming from. My mother said what are you talking about. And she asked me to be quiet. As we passed the basement door, I remember the strong smell of mold and to***co. We headed to the basement, and I asked my mother again, mom I hear a piano playing. At that point, we made it all the way down the stairs into the basement, and there sat an older man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth sitting at the piano playing a song. I asked my mom, dad, and the real estate agent who that man was. They all replied, "what man". I was the only one who saw, heard, and smelled this man. This image and these images and moments have remained with me forever. My mother sent me upstairs to grab my brother to go sit with me in the van until they were done. Minutes later my parents were done looking at the house and grabbed my sister. My father did a 900-point turn maneuvering the large van around in the driveway. I looked out the van window and at the top window of the staircase, an older man and woman waved as we drove away. The house sold months later and was torn down within a year of the new ownership. My family and I lived in a first-floor apartment when I was about nine or ten years old. This apartment had a bad vibe all over it. I had no idea what protecting my energy and setting boundaries with your spirit guide meant when I was ten years old. I'd have nightmares and wake up screaming. Nightmares were quite detailed and horrifying that my father took me to sit with our pastor, who read the Bible to me in tongues. I still have no idea what was said or what was read to me. But let's talk about PTSD. My basement bedroom was shared by my sister and me. It was incredibly large! The fact that there was so much space in this room was unbelievable. It also had a bathroom and a stand-up shower. We were extremely happy. It was connected to the laundry room, which resembled a dirt basement. The washer and dryer space had a connecting door to the hall stairwell for the upstairs tenant's laundry space. I never wanted to be alone in my room. My dreams were filled with darkness the moment I went to bed. My parents would find me jolting up the stairs screaming and unable to open the half-door at the top of the stairs. Climbing over screaming, I would describe to my parents how dark shadows were chasing me. I'd spend the next week sleeping on my parents' bedroom floor, terrified. Another time, I awoke from a dream screaming for my brother, and I'm not sure why, but a body was being removed from the laundry room by the police in a black body bag. Another dream I had in the same apartment building connected a woman being murdered in our bathroom; her head was knocked off the toilet, and she had been placed in our clawfoot bathtub by a large man, where she drowned. All of my dreams were shared with my parents, and my mother took note of them and continues to remind me of them in my journey of Mediumship. In 2011, my mother calls me in hysterics to tell me that a woman was murdered by drowning in the same clawfoot bathtub of our old first-floor apartment where I had the dream. Allow that to sink in for a moment. The screen in my mind has never been turned off. It is like watching events through a peephole on a door. I've pushed it away over the years in an attempt to avoid feeling the energies and seeing the connections. However, completely shutting it down is nearly impossible. My intuition is very strong, and it guides me through scenarios and even the routes I take while driving. I could be driving at 55 mph and this feeling or thought tells me to SLOW DOWN! Whether it's me or another driver, we slow down because we've avoided an accident ahead, a wild animal, or a police officer. Attempting to avoid a negative event. My father would use me as a child to bet on horses, providing him with the winning horse a large majority of the time. I feel the energies of others so intensely. The energies can be so strong that I have to actively remind myself to release and move forward while in large crowds. If you have ever sat at a bar or gone to a social event you have witnessed this. I have always connected with loved ones who have passed, over the years and shared Over the years I have always shared messages from loved ones to my friends, family co-workers. Offered predictions on pregnancies, is it a boy or girl. I've used my abilities mildly. I've been under a lot of stress over the last few years, and aside from intuitive feelings, I haven't felt or seen much. I entirely lost who I was and who I had been. Last year, When I visited Salem, MA I had this reawakening in my soul that brought me back to who I was and much more. If anyone knows anything about Salem, they know that it has an energy force unlike anything I've ever felt. And it was this Energy that reawakened my soul, my spirit. I am so glad to have found myself again and develop my Psychic Mediumship with mentors all over the world. My goal in this life is to provide healing, intuitive guidance and to be the light to others.
