Renée Cloutier, Psychic Medium & Healer

Renée Cloutier, Psychic Medium & Healer Psychic Medium Readings, Reiki Energy Healing,
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Renée is a gifted Psychic Medium & Healer, dedicated to supporting and serving you within the highest source of unconditional love, divine light, profound healing and truth. For more information about Renée, client testimonials, offerings, to book a session, or to reach out with questions, please connect through her website: www.reneecloutier.com

11/26/2025

Most folks don’t know this, but many Native Americans don’t “celebrate” Thanksgiving the way the rest of the country does. For us, it’s a National Day of Mourning. It’s a time to honor our ancestors, remember the truth of what happened on this land, and hold space for all the lives, cultures, and traditions that were nearly erased.

It’s not about guilt or pointing fingers. It’s about truth-telling. It’s about respecting the people who were here long before colonization, and acknowledging the pain, the resilience, and the stories that still deserve to be heard.

So while many gather for turkey and thanks, we gather in remembrance, in ceremony, and in strength. We honor our relatives who carried our traditions through generations of hardship. And we keep our culture alive by speaking openly about our history—because healing doesn’t happen through silence.

If you’re observing tomorrow, whatever that looks like for you, I hope you do it with awareness and an open heart. - PS- I personally love Thanksgiving dinner and I love hosting and cooking. For me it's a moment of gratitude and community. 🙏❤️🙏

11/26/2025

You wake up at 3 AM and can't fall back asleep. Your ancestors would have gotten out of bed and lived their lives. This wasn't insomnia. It was normal.
For thousands of years, humans didn't sleep the way we do now.
The idea of "eight hours straight" would have seemed strange—almost unnatural—to people living before electric lights transformed the night.
They slept differently. In two distinct phases, separated by an hour or more of quiet wakefulness.
It was called biphasic sleep. First sleep. Second sleep.
And the space between? That was when life happened in ways we've completely forgotten.
Imagine this:
The sun sets. Darkness falls early—no streetlights, no glowing screens, just the velvet black of night settling over everything.
Families retire soon after sunset. Not because they're exhausted, but because night was for resting. Candles were expensive. Firewood needed to last. Darkness demanded surrender.
They would sleep for four or five hours. Deep, restorative sleep.
Then, somewhere around midnight or 1 AM, their eyes would open.
Not from stress. Not from anxiety. Not from the neighbor's dog barking or a notification pinging.
Just... naturally. As if their bodies had an internal clock that said, "It's time to wake for a while."
And what did they do in these quiet hours between sleeps?
They lived.
Some would rise from bed, light a candle, and pray. The stillness of night made the divine feel closer somehow.
Others would read by flickering candlelight—religious texts, poetry, whatever worn books they owned. The quiet hours were perfect for contemplation, for thoughts that daylight's distractions wouldn't allow.
Couples would talk. Really talk. Not exhausted exchanges before collapsing into bed, but intimate conversations in the darkness. They would make love. Reflect on dreams that were still vivid in their minds.
Some would walk to a neighbor's house and visit. Yes, visit—at 2 AM. Because everyone was awake. It wasn't strange. It was normal.
Parents would sit with children, telling stories, sharing warmth in the kitchen, hands wrapped around cups of spiced wine or warm ale.
Others would do light chores—tend to a fire, check on livestock, do small tasks that the next day wouldn't allow time for.
And then, when that invisible internal clock said it was time, they would return to bed.
The second sleep. Carrying them from the deep night through to dawn, when the rooster's crow would announce the day.
This wasn't a quirk. This wasn't unusual.
This was how humans slept for millennia.
Historian Roger Ekirch spent years researching pre-industrial sleep patterns and uncovered something astonishing: over 2,000 references to "first sleep" and "second sleep" in historical documents.
Diaries. Medical texts. Court depositions. Literature from ancient Greece. Medieval prayer books. Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
Everywhere he looked, there it was—evidence of a sleep pattern the modern world had completely forgotten.
In a 1697 legal document, a nine-year-old girl casually mentioned that her mother woke "after her first sleep" to go out. The phrase was used as if everyone knew exactly what it meant.
Because they did.
A 16th-century French physician wrote that manual laborers were more fertile because they had s*x "after the first sleep" when they were more rested and had "more enjoyment."
References appeared in texts from Europe, the Middle East, Africa, South Asia, Australia, Latin America. This wasn't just a European thing. It was human.
But then something happened.
The 19th century arrived with gas lamps, then electric lights. Factories demanded workers show up at specific times. Cities never went dark. The night lost its power to enforce rest.
Slowly, people began sleeping "all in one go."
By the early 20th century, eight consecutive hours became the ideal. The standard. The expectation.
And biphasic sleep? It was forgotten.
Completely erased from collective memory.
Until Roger Ekirch found it again, hidden in centuries of documents that nobody had thought to connect.
Here's what's fascinating:
In the 1990s, sleep scientist Thomas Wehr conducted an experiment. He put participants in rooms with only 10 hours of light per day—simulating pre-industrial conditions, long winter nights without electricity.
Within weeks, their sleep patterns changed.
They began sleeping in two phases again. Waking naturally in the middle of the night. Not anxious. Not troubled. Just... awake.
As if their bodies remembered something civilization had trained them to forget.
Today, when we wake at 3 AM and can't fall back asleep, we panic.
We call it insomnia. A disorder. A problem to solve with pills or meditation apps or sleep hygiene rules.
We lie there, frustrated, checking the clock, calculating how many hours we have left, stressing about being tired tomorrow.
But what if we're not broken?
What if our bodies are trying to do exactly what they're designed to do—wake in the middle of the night for a little while, then return to sleep?
What if the "problem" isn't waking up, but our expectation that we shouldn't?
Sleep scientists now say that for some people, waking at night isn't a disorder. It's a biological rhythm that never completely disappeared, even after a century of electric lights and alarm clocks.
The issue isn't the waking. It's the anxiety about the waking.
Our ancestors didn't lie there panicking. They got up. They prayed, read, talked, reflected. They used that time.
Then they went back to sleep when their bodies told them it was time.
No stress. No sleep apps. No problem.
We've lost something in our relentless quest for "eight hours straight."
We've lost the quiet middle of the night—that secret space where thoughts settle, dreams linger, and the world feels softer.
We've lost the idea that rest doesn't have to be unconscious oblivion. That wakefulness in the night can be peaceful, productive, even sacred.
We've lost the rhythm that carried our species through thousands of years.
And in exchange, we got insomnia.
Or what we call insomnia, anyway.
Maybe next time you wake at 3 AM, instead of reaching for your phone or lying there in frustration, you could try something different.
Light a candle. Make tea. Sit in the quiet. Write. Read. Think.
Give yourself permission to be awake for a little while.
Then, when your body says it's ready, go back to sleep.
You're not doing it wrong.
You're doing it the way humans did it for thousands of years—before we forgot how to live in harmony with the night.
First sleep. Second sleep.
The rhythm we lost.
But maybe, just maybe, it's time to remember.

11/25/2025

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11/25/2025

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11/24/2025

While the world is out there feeding the billionaires…
I’m over here reminding folks that Indigenous + small businesses are the heartbeat of our communities.

Every time you buy from a Native-owned shop, a small maker, a local creator — you’re supporting people who actually live here, raise their kids here, teach here, give back here. You’re supporting people whose ancestors survived attempted erasure, and who are still rebuilding what was nearly taken from us.

Indigenous businesses aren’t “trendy.”
We’re not a seasonal aesthetic.
We’re living, breathing, surviving, and thriving on our own homelands.

When you shop with us, you’re choosing real people over corporate giants.
You're choosing medicine over mass-production, intention over convenience, and community over profit margins.

And let’s be honest — small businesses carry the soul of a place.
We’re the ones who show up to community events, help with school fundraisers, donate when someone needs it, and create spaces that feel safe and good. We make our hometowns actually beautiful, not just profitable.

So today, tomorrow, and literally every day — support Indigenous makers. Support your local small businesses. Support the ones out here doing the work, building, creating, keeping culture alive, keeping community strong.

And yes, Lakota Made is open — retail and online — small batch, intentional, real people behind every product.
But whether it’s us or another Native or local shop, remember this:

Your dollar is powerful.
Where you spend it shapes who gets to survive in this economy.
Choose the people. Choose the community. Choose the ones who were never meant to make it, but did anyway.

Wopila for being here with us.
For lifting us up.
For choosing Indigenous + small business over the noise.

We appreciate you more than you know.

www.lakotamade.com

11/21/2025

Yes, yes they are! 🤩🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨



Great gratitude for the sun shining through my windows, another day to care for clients, a phone date with the kiddo, an...
11/21/2025

Great gratitude for the sun shining through my windows, another day to care for clients, a phone date with the kiddo, and hopefully some time to slow down, connect and play with this handsome weirdo.

Gifting experiences, moments to remember, soothing self care, and connection with those we love and what we love most… n...
11/21/2025

Gifting experiences, moments to remember, soothing self care, and connection with those we love and what we love most… now that’s good for the body-mind-soul.

If you’d love to gift a unique experience that will nurture and support your loved ones, I offer gift certificates, too! For Readings or Reiki healing or a combo session including both. Remote (email, phone call or zoom video) and in person options, as well as pricing that fits both small or big budgets.

To give the gift of guidance, healing and peace, go to www.reneecloutier.com and select ‘Gift Certificate’ on the booking form. Not sure what best fits your gifting needs? Send me a message on the booking form and I’ll happily reply.

LOVE this. Always repost worthy.We look at triggers often in sessions. It points us to the root cause, what needs acknow...
11/21/2025

LOVE this. Always repost worthy.

We look at triggers often in sessions. It points us to the root cause, what needs acknowledgement and healing. Powerful stuff!

11/19/2025

"The beautiful thing
about growing older
is that we don’t have to
defy or deny age
by expecting it to be
just like another decade,
or insisting it’s
a mere number,
or proclaiming it
to be the new something.
Honest aging will
gracefully announce
another layer,
another truth,
another pain
or new pleasure,
another wisdom,
another wrinkle
and even another
dream or
possibility"

~ Susan Frybort
www.susanfrybort.com

Art by Autumn Skye ART
www.autumnskyeart.com

11/18/2025

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Renée is a talented Psychic Medium, Certified Usui Reiki Master Teacher, Meditation & Yoga Teacher, dedicated to providing soulful services which help bring forth the guidance, healing and peace you seek.

Through her spiritual gifts, Renée is endowed with the ability to connect and communicate with loved ones on the other side; receive messages and guidance from spirit guides and angels; bring forth detailed answers and insight to address current questions, life issues, as well as past, present or future events; energetically clear personal or professional space; facilitate unique and effective energy healing; and intuitively guide customized meditation and yoga for your highest good - body, mind, and soul.

Evidence of Renée’s gifts were apparent as a child when she first began seeing spirits, having precognitive dreams and experiencing awake astral projection (or out of body experiences). Along her path, her abilities evolved and she sought activities and knowledge that nurtured her mind, body and soul, by pursuing studies and practices in yoga, meditation, chakras, nutritional cleansing, spiritual counseling, psychic development, and Reiki healing.

She began actively practicing with family, friends and acquaintances before connecting with the studies that would align her with her soul's path. Renée recognized these gifts as part of her life's purpose, immediately embarked on her professional practice and is gratefully enhancing the lives of those she serves.