Called too sensitive hundreds of times. Tried every spiritual practice — meditation, shielding, visualisations. None of it touched the real problem. Because the real problem was never that I was sensitive. Nobody told me I was psychic.

The first person who looked at me and said "you're psychic." But then she told me to shield. Shielding doesn't make you less sensitive — it turns off your natural abilities, which makes you more anxious. You don't just shut down the gift. You shut yourself down.

Depressed. Trying to fit into a body and a life that wasn't mine. I had been given one word — psychic — and one wrong instruction: shield. So I shielded. And I sank.

I crashed into a truck on the freeway. Right before impact, my grandmother appeared and told me not to brake. I walked out of that car a Psychic Medium. From that moment, Spirit was undeniable. I had two choices: try to make it stop, or learn to work with it. I chose to learn.

Eight weeks after the accident, I got a job at a funeral home. Five to six grieving families a day. Spirit was already loud — now I was working in a building full of it. The universe puts you exactly where you'll be forced to grow.

I studied through a representative of Arthur Findlay College. Years of training, mentorship, and supervised practice. Years of finding the line between intuition and projection, between real psychic information and trauma response. What I learned is what nobody had told me: being psychic is a skill. And like any skill, it has to be properly trained.

In 2020 I started teaching. In 2021 I built the Psychic Traineeship. More than 200 students certified. Many are now reading, healing, and running practices of their own around the world.

IICT Pioneer Training Provider, Seal of Excellence 2025.