Almost all professionals have a little bio page sharing information about themselves….training, certifications, things they like, awards etc., But do people really want to know all those things about a Psychic Medium?
Yes, I am certified, double blind tested and professionally trained…but what does that really tell you about me ? That I like education and strangers lol !
Most of the time my clients could care less about those sorts of things…they really just want to know how my life began and when I started talking to the deceased :) Actually not only the deceased…anything seemingly not speaking out loud too! Sooooo that makes the “all about me page” a little more complicated to explain. How about I just share with you when I specifically remember things were different? From this psychic’s perspective…my absolute HUMOROUS perspective…right from the beginning, like the VERY beginning! THE child sized beginning…in my childhood home…as a tiny little human!
I could tell you as that teeny tiny human…maybe age 5, that I had a nightly visitor. My visitor was a lady. A lady that looked like a witch. I say witch because I really believed that was what she was. Not because she ever did anything to deserve that title, only that my young mind was tainted with television and books depicting what witches looked like. So why would I think anything else? My witch wore very long clothes, very long hair, very long nails. Well that’s a witch right? She didn’t look like anyone I had ever seen before and she certainly had really bad timing as a guest. I mean why would my parents let her walk around in our house each night? So it seems 5 year old me decided you must be a witch with next level magic skills since no one knew you were there except for me…and my dog!
I was always drawn to the mysterious and the occult.. Very curious about her, but still tried my best to hide from her every night. I thought if I lay super still in my bed and don’t dare roll over she might fly away. ! I even resorted to my nightly parade of stuffed animals as my guardians. Those little stuffies…all propped up in bed with me to ward off the witch. Epic Epic Fail.
It would always start with a floor creak….that damn floor creak! It was a gold metal strip that gave her away! If you were around in the 70’s you know what that was…a thin metal strip that was always installed as a transition from linoleum to carpet floors. If you were so lucky to step on that strip if it was bent up you would FOR SURE bitch about that FOR days with a few bandaids and mercurochrome. Nobody cared back then that that staining red liquid was probably toxic and the vintage answer to all things cuts and scrapes. But not the answer to witches. You should know my witch was my nighttime visitor for years. Standing next to me like clockwork every night. But why?
I have always had this love affair with the night. Not just the beautiful dark night…the moon, the stars, the animals…if its awake at night its 100% AWESOME!!!! Looking back now my love affair with the night made a lot of sense. This silent calling to the unknown. Raining down on me with wild curiosity. Asking me to discover the parts of myself 5 year old me couldn’t explain. Thank god I wasn’t asleep like other children. Maybe I would never have known about these other little things. Things I really liked. Things I needed to understand.
My family appeared clueless. Clueless = no help. I mean how many times can a kid say “Santa Clause” is on the front porch? No not Santa…but yes an older man with a little belly and white hair just staring at me. Clueless = I must just have an active imagination. At least that is what I was always told. It’s all in your head Nikki! Well no, not only me and not only in my head! That way of thinking changed over the years as I began to embrace my true nature. I figured out what I was.
Me = Clairvoyant, Clairaudient, Claircognizant….I mean you can pick any Clair you like and I embrace them all. My favorite is probably when clear smelling sneaks up on you. My great grandmother….bless her soul would come visit me at work. Choking moth ball smell and all! Thank you Nanny for looking after me…you are one of my best childhood memories :) Please visit me always!
I truly treasure my relationship with spirit and my clients. Even though we joke and tell stories…readings are very sacred and healing with moments of humor that = laughing which = healing. Again the sacred and the healing thing. I know why I am here. It is for healing. It is for love. It is for my soul contract on the earth this time. So I channel for you. I channel for them. I channel for us. Pay attention to your other senses people. Senses = awareness. That is why we have them.
At this time I really like communicating with animals also :) Crystals too. Yes, stones have energy. But that is a conversation for another day! Your loved ones in spirit are always welcomed into a reading although I have no control over who comes in. Spirits are chatty and sometimes one can be louder than another. So be patient, whoever is meant to show up does. Just know that I like to channel from a place of love within my heart chakra. Love = light. Light = love. But you know that already.