I am a full time, mother. I have four, tiny, crazy children, and one, shortish, crazy husband whom I love to the ends of this beautiful universe. Although most people think I’m the crazy one for having the four tiny children in the first place. Each of them are miracles in their own right and am so thankful to have been the one to experience them coming into this earth.

I am a singer. Music has saved my life more times than I think anyone can count. I’m sure that music has shown me myself over and over again. That’s why I am able to sit here, and type this message to you about love, light, and spirituality. Living in the warmth of knowing that you can create your own reality, being unafraid in all that you do. So thank you music.

I am a photographer. HUMANS are my muse. I am captivated by the human connection in every aspect.

I am a visual artist, painting, drawing and such, but hey, I didn’t claim to be good at this one. I tell myself there is no “wrong” way to art, and then I do it (probably wrong).

I am a potter. Pottery is life. I have learned so many life lessons from pottery. It truly has made me a better person. One thing that I learned form pottery, is that lessons are everywhere for you all the time. If you are ready to receive, and open for them, they come flooding in. Then you are much better for it.

I am a baker. There is something beautiful about making bread. It is an art, and connects me back generations. All the way as far back as the ancient Egyptians, most (if not all) cultures throughout history have roots in baking. Plus there’s nothing like the smell of fresh bread baking in your oven.

I am also a psychic medium who receives messages from the universe and the source of all that there is, some would refer to as God energy.

When I was 12 years old, I had a near death experience. (I want to preface this with saying that I do not believe that you need to go through what I went through in order to hear messages from the universe. I do not believe I am special in this way, I believe I have just learned how to listen, and be open to signs from the ethers.)

I was in a hospital gown after a routine surgery for appendicitis. I was sleeping in my room, while my mom was waiting for me to wake up, and begin my recovery. A nurse came in and picked me up against my will. She dropped me onto the floor. I began bleeding internally, and quickly became disoriented.

I was drawn toward a light coming from the doorway of the hospital room. There was a man in the light. He held a clip board, and in the midst of the chaos, my mom (an extremely talented nurse herself) yelling at all the staff; telling them what to do, and the staff running around like chickens with no heads, he was calm. So calm that it was palpable. I trusted him more than I had ever felt the capacity to trust. I knew that anything he said to me was truth. I looked at him, and asked him “What are thy doing to me?” Without missing a beat, he looked up at me and said “Everything is going to be okay.” It was a promise. The sacred truth. There were no questions, I accepted that. And then he walked out of sight. I came to for just a moment, long enough to look at my mom and say “God said everything is going to be okay.” And then it was black. I was flat lining, my body had died in that hospital room.

I didn’t have any euphoric journey where I saw the future, or the ends of the universe. At least not at that time, but I did carry with me the knowledge that God is real. And he was there. He talked to me, and he had a plan.

As an adult, I have come to realize this event as being an intentional act by God. I was always supposed to have that experience.

I used to have “dreams” of being monitored by these large beings in white. They would take vitals on me, ask me what it was like here, on earth, and if I was liking it. It was never scary, They made me feel as if I had some purpose I didn’t yet understand. I’ve recently come to the understanding that these were something other than dreams, but that’s for a different day.

They would watch my life from a first person perspective, through my own eyes. This always fed into the “someone is always watching you” idea; so I made sure to do the right thing as often as I could. I knew they were watching. After my NDE, the “dreams” stopped. I was told by the universe that what happened needed to take place. They said they needed to separate my soul from my body and complete the “project” that my soul was a part of. Unbeknownst to my conscious mind.

Post NDE I have the ability to know things that have no business knowing. Seeing things that the universe, and beings of light who live in it want others to know. They tell me their plans, and how they will effect us here on earth. They guide me toward things that they deem as “The important stuff’. I am inclined to agree with them. They have shown me the ability to communicate with the dead. Those we have loved, and lost.

One of the most important skills I have acquired however, is the skill to teach YOU how to become in touch with your own spirit team. To hear your own higher self. To help you live your higher purpose on this earth. To raise consciousness and vibrations on the planet and within yourself.

You may be feeling lost in the sauce right now. Seemingly headed in no direction, with the age old question, “WHAT IS THE PURPOSE???” There is only one universal answer to that question, and it is LOVE. That’s only the UNIVERSAL answer, meaning the only answer that will work for every single person. Love does not fill in all the gaps of that question. There have to be more specific answers to your questions, and there are! What are YOU supposed to be doing? And how do you start doing it? That’s what I am are here for. I am not the only one like me on this planet, but I am here just for YOU! So if you are someone who is ready to begin this journey of remembering your SOUL self, and your purpose here on this planet, now is the time, and here is the place, so let’s get to it!