Whenever people find out that I do healings and psychic readings, they are curious about how I stumbled into it.
“Were you born psychic?”
“Did you train to be a healer?”
“Is any of that stuff even real?”
No question is off the table once someone finds out your psychic. I figure that they either assume I’m too crazy to care or that too open-minded to be offended. I love sharing my story about my personal journey and I figured that I should just create a blog about this so that you can get to know me a little better.
While I’ve always felt a wee bit psychic, it was never anything I felt I had control of and I certainly didn’t know how to turn it on or off. I also didn’t trust it. When I was 14 my mom took me to a medical intuitive. Her office was sooo peaceful, but definitely weird. It smelt like sage smoke and was full of various stones. I also recall a lot of purple (although I could have just made that part up…)
I don’t remember what she healed during that session, but she told my mom that she thought I should join her women’s healing classes that were starting up. I was an angry, aimless teen growing up in a small town that didn’t feel like home.
I felt “seen” when I was asked to join this group (which was otherwise full of middle-aged women). I did a spirit journey to find my guardian animals and I learned to heal basic ailments using the energy emitted from my hands. Sometimes my Friday nights were spent healing my friends headaches or period cramps.
So in this way, I wasn’t “normal”, but for once, I felt at home in myself. This was all brand new to me and it was very exciting and yet…it felt totally natural. What I didn’t realize then, was that I had done this before in many previous lives (yes- I DO believe in past lives!) In those few months of training, I reconnected with my magic.
Then I devoted my life to this work without any distraction…
This was not Harry Potter and I had no Gandalf to light my way. So life went on and I did the “normal” things teens do. I dated, partied and left the small town for the big city. I did school (LOTS of it) and I did work (LOTS of it). I would touch base here and there with the healing form I learned back in that purple office, but I definitely let the magic slip from my life.
But when you have a calling, it will keep CALLING.
Seriously, why else would they call it a “calling”?
My life had taken me to Chicago and I had a career and relationship that were killing me kindly. I had the perfect life on paper and was doing all the “right” things, but I felt like the walking dead. It took death for me to realize that there simply HAD to be more for my life.
No, I didn’t die…but my grandmother did and things began to shift very quickly.
During my grandmother’s passing and after her passing I had experiences that confirmed, without a doubt, that there was life after death and a way to communicate with those who had passed. My uuber “logical” boyfriend would sorta tolerate me as I tried to explain what was happening to me, but mostly, I felt alone and unsure who I could talk to about this pandoras box of energy that was opened up to me upon Grandma’s passing.
And so it began again…
My “belief” in spirit became a “knowing” when I felt my grandmother’s presence AFTER her death in the same way that I could BEFORE her death. I could feel her energy when she came in the room and I even saw and felt the bed press down next to me as she came to hug me while I was crying in our her art studio the days surrounding her funeral.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew that for the first time in years, I felt the magic again and I didn’t want to let it slip away. I wanted to explore what was possible. What was going on in the world that I could feel, but that I could not see?
I packed my bags and moved from Chicago to Portland to begin a new chapter of my life.
That was 10 years ago.
I’ve studied Reiki, Chinese Medicine, Skincare and Korean Bodywork and after years of working on clients, I’ve developed my own unique blend of energetic unwinding that I have the pleasure of performing during my magical Unicorn Facials at my skincare studio called The Portland Girl. I’ve run three companies and I’ve consulted with over 150 entrepreneurs to help them find intuitive solutions to their business problems.
I’ve been busy in the best way possible and it’s been a JOURNEY!
My path broadened a few years back when I stumbled upon the Portland Psychic School and took an epic meditation class that turned into years of clairvoyant training that has forever changed my life. I’m currently a teacher-in-training with them and now I get to help others as they discover their own truths and talents as psychics and healers.
As you can see, my road to becoming the psychic and healer that I am today has been a windy one.
I’ve veered off course a few times and then I’ve always found my way back. Now, more than ever, I’m invested in helping others work through their own transformations. That’s what lights me up and gets me excited to wake up each and every day. Life can be a long, boring slog if you’re not on a path that is aligned with your higher self. My calling is to help others be in direct communication with their higher self so that their life can be amplified and truly lived.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading more about my personal journey to become a healer and psychic. If you have any questions, reach out to me!