Kristy Robinett - Psychic Medium and Author

02/17/2026

Big things are happening! Ring of Fire eclipse. New Moon. Year of the Fire Horse. This isn’t quiet, sleepy energy —— it’s catalytic. Eclipses reveal what’s misaligned, and Fire Horse energy refuses to stay caged. You may feel a surge of clarity about what you’re done tolerating and where you’re ready to move boldly forward. Burn what no longer serves. Run toward what sets you alive!

02/15/2026

Over the last couple of months, I’ve been sitting with some quiet questions.

About my life.
My business.
The rhythm of my purpose.
And what it means to honor my worth.

When you love what you do, it’s easy to say yes.
Yes to one more library.
Yes to one more interview.
Yes to squeezing in one more session.

But love without boundaries eventually becomes depletion.

The truth is, the past year has reminded me that time and energy are sacred.

Chuck’s health continues to require tenderness and attention.
My own immune system has asked me, very clearly, to slow down. Bodies whisper before they shout. And I’m choosing to listen.

So, this year, you won’t see me at as many locations.
I won’t be doing as many events.
I won’t have as many openings for sessions.

If I’m honest, it feels a little scary.

There’s a vulnerability in stepping back. In trusting that doing less doesn’t mean becoming less.

But I need a steadier pace.
I need rest woven into my calendar.
I need time to be present with my family.
I need space to create without running on fumes.

This isn’t about retreating from my purpose. It’s about protecting it.

I’m trusting the universe will provide. And I’m trusting that those who truly align with this work will stay.

Thank you for giving me the grace to grow.
To shift.
To breathe.

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do… is slow down enough to continue.

I’ve made some tough decisions already, and I know a few people may be disappointed. That part isn’t easy for me. I’m a “say yes” person. I love my libraries. I love the interviews. I love the podcasts. I love the conversations. But I can’t say yes to everything anymore.

For a while, scaling back felt snooty. Like I was turning into someone I never wanted to be. But if I’m honest? Every December I’m left completely spent. Spiritually, physically, emotionally.

And that isn’t sustainable.

I have to find a pace.
I have to rest.
I have to take time off.
I have to choose what truly aligns.

This isn’t about pulling away; it’s about protecting the work so I can keep doing it long term. It’s about being present for my family. It’s about honoring the fact that energy is sacred and not infinite. I’m learning that boundaries aren’t ego. They’re stewardship.

Thank you for growing with me.

02/14/2026

I’ve been asked several times about the case of Nancy Guthrie. Let me gently and clearly say this.

When it comes to criminal cases, missing persons, or unsolved deaths, I only work at the request of law enforcement agencies. Period.

I do not insert myself into investigations. I do not call families.
I do not post “intuitive downloads” for attention. No DM dective work. No “quick vibe check” on tragedies. No live-streamed psychic stakeouts.

Even if I have intuitive feelings. Even if I sense something. Even if my heart is pulling at me. There’s a huge difference between intuition and interference. I strive to be ethical. Even if I sense something. Even if my heart aches.

Families are grieving. Communities are hurting. Investigations are complex and delicate. The last thing they need is speculation or spiritual insight. Clicks are not more important than people.

If law enforcement reaches out and requests assistance, that is when I step in. Quietly. Privately. Respectfully. But I will never use someone’s tragedy as content.

We can hold space. We can send love. We can pray for truth and justice. And we can do it without turning pain into performance. My stomach hurts seeing so many tragedies being turned into paid trending topics.

Love,
Kristy

02/14/2026

I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day. Not for the flowers that wilt or the chocolates that disappear by morning. Not for the glittery cards or heart-shaped everything. I love it because it’s a reminder.

We don’t need a day on the calendar to tell the people in our lives that we love them. We don’t need a red holiday to hold hands, to say I appreciate you, to hug a little longer.

But sometimes… we forget.

We get busy. We get distracted. We assume they know.

Valentine’s Day nudges us. It whispers, “Say it out loud.” It invites us to soften. To reach out. To text the friend. To kiss the spouse. To call the parent. To forgive. To love anyway.

And in a world that can feel loud and sharp, I’ll take any excuse to be a little more tender.

So today, let it be simple. Love louder. Love gently. Love without waiting for a reason.

I Love YOU.
Kristy 💗

02/14/2026

Happy Valentine’s Day 🤍

Today is a reminder that love isn’t just something we wait for, it’s something we give ourselves, too. Be kind to your heart. It’s carried you far.

02/13/2026

Happy Friday the 13th ✨
May your coffee be strong, your intuition louder than superstition, and your black cats extra lucky today. 🐈‍⬛🖤

02/12/2026

Not everything worth giving
fits in a box.

Some gifts arrive quietly
as understanding.
As relief.
As the exhale that comes
when someone finally feels seen.

This Valentine’s,
give an hour of listening.
Of gentle truth.
Of space to ask the questions
the heart keeps late at night.

Because love is not always roses.
Sometimes love says,
“I want you supported.”
“I want you held.”
“I want you clear.”

And that
is a beautiful way to love.

Gift Certificates available!

02/12/2026

Some people write memoirs.
Some people write songs.
Some of us live both.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how certain moments in life don’t show up as chapters… they show up as soundtracks.

The song that played the summer you fell in love. The one you couldn’t listen to after the goodbye. The hymn at a funeral that cracked your heart open. The ridiculous pop song that still makes you dance in your kitchen.

Our lives aren’t just timelines. They’re playlists.

If someone pressed play on your story, what would we hear?

There would be the hopeful beginning track. The messy middle anthem. The grief ballad. The redemption chorus. And maybe the quiet acoustic version of you now. Softer. Wiser. Still here.

I think about the clients I’ve sat with for decades. The ones who never held hands in public but whose love song kept playing long after one of them crossed over. I think about the songs that come through in readings, the ones that make people gasp because somehow the other side still remembers the lyrics.

Maybe that’s what a memoir really is. Not a list of events. But the music we carried through them.

What song feels like this season of your life?

02/11/2026

Know what makes a cool Valentines Day gift? Tickets to see me. ❤️

02/09/2026

I’m so incredibly grateful to be a finalist 🥹 If you feel called, I’d love your support. You can vote for me for Author and Podcast - it’s free and only takes a moment.

Thank you for being part of this journey.

From Dec. 1 to Jan. 9, you, the voters, will nominate your local favorites for Best of Detroit honors.

02/09/2026

The world wants you to hate. And it will stir the pot to a slow boil. Don’t let it. Anger gets clicks. Outrage spreads fast. But love? Love is a choice we make on purpose.

02/08/2026

Do you think cruise ships can be haunted? 👀👻

They’ve crossed oceans. Held celebrations, heartbreaks, final goodbyes. Some never made it back to shore.

Ships have memories. And … so do spirits.

I’ve heard stories. I have opinions. And yes, some of them involve unexplained footsteps, lingering energy, and guests who weren’t on the manifest.

So tell me—
🛳️ Haunted or not haunted?
👇 Drop your vote (and your stories if you’ve got them).