As young as I can remember I have been afraid of the dark. My grandpa used to tease me that I could beat a light out when I left a room. I probably slept with a teddy bear until I got married so I wasn’t alone. I have always dreamt very vividly. In fact, many times I cannot tell the difference between reality and my dreams.  I would often tell my grandmother about experiences I had and she would say “I know how they do sis”. She would say how she would have visitations in dreams or hear the back door close when she was the only one there.

My brother Joel, ten years younger than I am, got dragged to every movie about ghosts that came out.  The poor kid! We would talk about experiences we had. My room in the home we grew up in was haunted. He only spent one night in it after I moved out and would never sleep in it again.

In 6th grade I met my dear friend Amy, we would spend hours talking about sightings and feelings we experienced.  In fact now we hunt ghosts together for fun.
When the love of my life Jason and I got married and started to look at houses to buy, I would tell him instantly whether or not the house we were looking at had a ghost in it just by walking through it. Turns out, it didn’t matter what house we bought, spirit always had a way of finding me. It wasn’t until recently I learned how to help them.

In fact, for a time, I would tell anyone who would listen to me about my stories of the paranormal and loved hearing their’s. I felt more normal knowing I wasn’t alone with what I could see and feel. Then ,through life changes, I stopped talking about it. In a way I closed it off because in new settings it wasn’t so easily accepted as it had been.

One day, out of the blue, I got a messages from an acquaintance on social media. She knew things about me she could not have known. No Facebook post I ever made could have led her to what she knew.  My response to her was, “how long have you had your gift?” She replied, “my whole life, how long have you had yours?”

I had a gift? She seen it and believed in me. She has been instrumental in me opening up more about my craziness. I have in recent years been very selective who I open up to about this. Afraid of what people mighty think or not being accepted.

As time progressed, I started to see spirits connected to people. Loved ones of their’s that were coming through to relay a message and give guidance from heaven. In fact, what brought me to doing readings happened completely by chance.

I decided to go to a different lady to get my eyelashes done. I was laying in her chair and had only known her for about 10 minutes when her grandmother’s spirit came through so strong that I couldn’t not acknowledge it.  I said “your going to think I’m crazy, but..” And there it began. I didn’t know this sweet lady. I had been referred to her by a friend.  She was open to me and my gift, and in turn shared her experience with her friends. That chain of events is what led me into all of this. After receiving many referrals and having people contact me I decided it was time for me to get my own website, blog and start sharing with others to hopefully help them in some small way.

I have to thank the people who have supported, loved and encouraged my craziness, my gift. A special thanks to those who have let me into their lives to share this gift.  To those who are weary, I welcome your questions. As you read this, maybe you can relate to what I have described, or maybe you are a skeptic?  Either way this is me. This is who I am.