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Welcome. 

I am a clairvoyant with the ability to speak with spirits. I believe this gift comes from God, not as a source of spectacle, but as a mercy for those who have lost loved ones. At the request of the spirits themselves, I feel a moral duty to share their stories and experiences.

I never once sought out the ability to speak to spirits, rather, they began speaking to me, unsolicited. It was something I feared for a long time because I did not understand it. But now I have started to understand, and am venturing to learn more. I planned to keep all of my ventures in this realm private, however, I felt compelled, at some spirits' behest, to share the stories that were shared with me. Some felt forgotten, or that their sacrifices would not matter. I felt this could be a good medium by which not only to honor them and their wishes, but also to explore my own creative side as well as inform others of a world that lays beyond.

Here, I will share these accounts, along with excerpts from my fictional writing, which is often inspired by real spiritual encounters. My anonymity is a choice made out of sincerity, to keep the focus on the stories that need to be told, not on me.

So feel free to peruse, comment, and most of all ponder the stories and tales that are within these pages.

I do not offer public or private readings. I take no money for communing with spirits. This space is for sharing and reflection only. My work is a non-profit hobby to enlighten others as well as gauge interest for future publication and is in no way associated with satanic or witchcraft practices.


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