Behind the Veil
Every frequency has a story, and this one is mine.
The Spark
The first spark was never random it was coordinates on a soul-level map
We met the summer before my freshman year. There was instant chemistry and this unexplainable familiarity. I couldn’t put words to it then. I just knew it mattered. I didn’t know that decades later, that same connection would later become a reference point for everything that followed.
At the time, I wasn’t thinking about anything spiritual. I wasn’t trying to label it or turn it into a story. It just hit different, and it stayed with me.
I’ve always been intuitive, even when I didn’t always listen. I don’t have childhood stories about seeing “ghosts” or spirits. What I remember is feeling different, noticing things other people didn’t, and learning early how to survive in places where I didn’t really fit.
I grew up in a religious school, and I hated it. I didn't fit in, and I pushed back on a lot of what I was told, even if I didn’t say it out loud. The gap between what was preached and what was practiced never sat right with me.
So, when that connection showed up, I didn’t brush it off, and I didn’t overthink it either. Something in me recognized it, even if I couldn’t explain why. I mean, I was fifteen. Of course I couldn’t explain it.
That was the spark. Not because I understood it, but because it stuck. And years later, it turned out to be the starting point for everything that came next.
The Shift
Spirit didn’t hand me a map this time — just a mirror.
By middle school, I was already in it. My mom was spiritual and kept rune stones in her nightstand. Her best friend smelled like patchouli and rose oil and talked about mystical things like they were part of everyday life. Once, she brought over a Ouija board for me and a friend to try. When it moved, we screamed. That was the start.
Tarot decks followed. Crystals. Pendulums. Curiosity that never really shut off. I’ve basically been collecting portals since my first paycheck.
Then came winter, 2022.
After reconnecting with that someone, I’d always somehow found my way back to, everything began to shift. It was the same pull as always, moth to a flame, except this time the flame didn’t just burn. It ignited.
In a goodbye moment, something surged through me. Not around me. Through me. It felt like an electric current shot straight up through my spine, moving through my body from the inside out. This wasn’t butterflies or love-tingles or anything familiar. It was something completely different.
He pulled back and looked at me, almost startled, and asked, “Did you feel that?”
I hadn’t said a word yet. I hadn’t moved. And somehow, we both knew exactly what the other was talking about. By the look on his face, it wasn’t familiar to him either.
That moment didn’t just stir my soul. It cracked something open. The spark turned into motion, and my intuition stopped being background noise. It started asking to be listened to.
The Calling
The reflection became a doorway
From that night forward, reality started to glitch, in the best way.
My grandmother appeared in full form in the hallway not long after that first shift. I knew I saw her. I told my parents what had happened. And then my mind did what minds do.
Time passed. Quite a bit of time actually and then it happened again.
I came around the corner into my living room and saw her sitting on my couch. That was confirmation. There was no second-guessing it, no internal debate. I knew I could see her.
After that, things escalated. Repeating numbers started showing up everywhere. 111, 222, 444. On clocks, receipts, license plates. You name it. I couldn't escape them.
Dragonflies followed me for months. One finally landed on my cup mid-sip. We locked eyes for a beat, then it flew off like nothing unusual had just happened.
And it wasn’t subtle. It was constant. I remember thinking, Did I just see that? Did I really hear that? It felt like the volume on reality had been turned all the way up, with no off switch. I genuinely wondered at times if I was losing my mind.
By spring 2025, on what felt like a completely ordinary day, I picked a Gaia show about a former engineer who’d taken a psychic class and opened their own school. Out of curiosity, I looked up their program, and that’s how I ended up in Psychic 101.
Turns out, I could read energy and, according to my teacher, “talk to dead people.” That realization did not land quietly. It blew my mind. In class, I was describing details I had no way of knowing. I was seeing images, scenes, and colors, even describing a painting someone was looking at without being able to see them at all. Our cameras were off. There was no logical explanation for it.
Then came my first Mediumship class. I connected. Like really connected. With multiple people in Spirit. It was overwhelming. I felt heavy pressure at the top of my head, information pouring in faster than I could make sense of it. I didn’t yet know these were downloads. I only knew something had opened, and it wasn’t slowing down.
That’s when I knew this wasn’t just happening to me. It was happening for something.
That something became The WE Frequency™ — my way of translating Spirit’s messages into meaning for others. Messages of love, timing, truth… and sometimes hilarious cosmic receipts.
The Becoming
Once the veil finally lifted, I became the channel.
I’m not here to pretend I’ve been doing this for decades. I’m here to show what happens when you say yes to your gifts (whatever those may be), step straight into the unknown, and trust your own knowing instead of waiting until you feel “ready.”
The unveiling came through the lightning bolt. Some of it came through classrooms. But the real becoming came through living it. Through breakdowns that cracked me open and breakthroughs that refused to let me turn back.
My mediumship, psychic work, and frequency channeling didn’t show up all at once. They revealed themselves in stages, like a map you only see after you leap. One step led to the next. Not because I had it all figured out, but because I kept saying yes before I knew how.
And this part matters. Because this isn’t just about intuition, Spirit, or channeling. It’s about what happens when you stop ignoring the thing that keeps tapping you on the shoulder. The art. The voice. The pull. The thing you keep telling yourself you’ll get to later.
The truth of my journey is this: it’s still unfolding. The how keeps changing. The channel keeps widening. I don’t think spirituality is something you ever fully master. Even the figures we've looked to for guidance across history were still evolving, still listening, still becoming.
So, I’m here in the middle of it. Showing up exactly as I am. Connected. Committed. Wide open to what’s next. I take this work seriously, and I hold it with care, respect, and responsibility. I don’t need to be a master. I just want to do this well. To honor the people who come to me, the connections they’re seeking, and the love that still wants to be felt.
Because I know… the rest is still unwritten. 🎶
