How did this all begin? For starters, spiritual gifts run on my mom’s side of the family—my great grandmother, grandmother, and mom all had or have them. Thinking I might too, Mom taught me how to meditate when I was five years old (yes, five!), so that I could begin to feel comfortable with how I might safely hear, feel, and see Spirit later on. We took classes together, and I’d even show my friends how to meditate when they’d come over to play! So at a young age, I learned about different levels of consciousness, connecting with souls in Heaven, and honoring the spiritual beings that help our souls mature. It wasn’t long before I felt Spirit energy around me, dreamed of magnificent angels, and experienced helpful premonitions. None of this ever scared me too much, because I’d always been taught to accept and even celebrate my connections with Spirit.
When I was a teenager, my grandmother died, and her soul began visiting me in dreams. Mom sought validation from the now-famous medium John Edward, who, at the time, did readings out of his Long Island basement! He told Mom I was a medium who hadn’t learned how to use my abilities, so I tried to figure this out on my own throughout my 20s. I’d see, hear, and feel Spirit, but I couldn’t grasp who was communicating, how to control the energy, and what the bigger point was. I looked for answers in books, saw other psychics, and tried using my gifts on my own, but I made very little progress. Even so, Spirit continued to persistently show me proof that what I was experiencing was reliable, helpful, and very real. For instance, once when I was driving, I just knew there was going to be a car crash, so I pulled over and watched an accident occur right in front of me! And years later, I dreamed about both my children before they were born and with remarkable detail, right down to a birthmark on my daughter’s beautiful head.