My Story

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Looking back, my path to Mediumship seemed like a series of random and unrelated events. However, as I grew older, the intricate design of it all became clearer.

It began at the age of six when my sisters, mother, and I witnessed an apparition—a spirit who, even now, lives on in our memories and in the way we continue to speak of her. This experience expanded my awareness. It was an early confirmation showing me that while our bodies may fade, our consciousness lives on. It planted the seed of belief that there is more to this world than what we see, hear, and touch.

As I moved through life, I always felt like there was something different about me. There was an underlying awareness of the thoughts, emotions, and energies of those around me. It was as though I could sense things others couldn't, but for many years, I assumed this was a natural part of the human experience. I believed that everyone had the ability to connect with others in such a profound way. It wasn’t until much later that I realized, I was experiencing life with a heightened sensitivity, an awareness far beyond the ordinary.

In my 20s and 30s, I began having vivid premonitions in my dreams—images and sensations that would unfold in real life. However, it wasn't until I turned 35 that everything truly shifted. A single, life-changing premonition awakened something deep within me. I was filled with a profound knowing that I was on the cusp of something greater, something that would call me to step into my true purpose.

Three years later, that awakening nudged me into embracing my Mediumship path, a journey that felt both like a return to something familiar and the beginning of a new, expansive chapter in my life.

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My History

I am a proud registered member of the Cherokee Nation, carrying forward the legacy of my resilient ancestors who endured the Trail of Tears and established their roots in Northeastern Oklahoma. My great-grandmother, Carrie Thompson—pictured in the lower right, far left—along with her siblings, faced incredible hardship when they were placed in a Cherokee orphanage after their mother (seen wearing the hat) tragically passed away from gangrene. Their names were inscribed on the Dawes Roll, ensuring that future generations, including myself, could proudly claim our Native American heritage. It is my deep honor to walk in the footsteps of my ancestors and to uplift their spirit through my work as a Medium!