My mother always said I was a special kind of child. That I had a depth to my soul since birth that would put people on edge. I mean, let's be honest here; If you had a toddler walk up to you and tell you that your dead pet was following you around, wouldn't that spook you? Even worse, that your dead grandfather says he thinks you are wasting your talents at this new job of yours? I was that toddler. Of course, that never went over with my family very well.
I was not only raised in a haunted house, but in a very devout Christian home with my grandparents and my mother. Being able to see and hear past the Veil as a young child is never easy. Matter of fact, it can be downright terrifying if the things in the house know you can interact with them. With all the things I was seeing and feeling, my grandparents were convinced I was a devil child. Other than the animals in the house, whom I was able to communicate with from a very young age, my mother was the only one ever in my corner trying to understand me better.
The older I got, the more sensitive I became. In my teens I found I was getting memory transfers from people who touched my skin. I honestly believed I was going crazy, and desperately tried to shut my abilities off. When that didn't work I found myself fully accepting who I was, what I could do, and that there were those out there that needed me and my gifts.
In my early 20's I began apprenticing and learning to control and use my abilities with clarity. It's been a long road, and I know I still have so much more to learn. I found Tarot during this time, and just fell in love with it. It's became such a passion that I realized it was exactly what I was supposed to do with my life.
After a lot of convincing from the Universe, and a leap of faith, I quit my corporate day job and began a new chapter in my life as a psychic counselor. By using my many gifts, I help others receive spiritual guidance in a language they can understand.