My path wasn’t linear, but I found the through-line. Everything — writing, channeling, working in nonprofit, witnessing profound grief — all of it was leading me toward doing this work.

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My path to this work stems from my desire to do right by people and general obsession with the art of communication. 

I was a sensitive, empathetic and creative kid, to say the very least. I'd look at someone and could just feel their story. I understood them and knew what they needed without the context. I chalked it up to simply caring, when in fact, I was reading them. 

Writing was another way I was channeling without knowing it. The sudden urge to write would strike and without any semblance of an idea, I'd feverishly bust out pages and pages of stories unlike anything I had anticipated, let alone words I recognized as coming from me. 

Was I talented, weird, both, what was this? 

Some call it hearing from Source or Spirit, others God, or a spiritual team. Whatever I named it at the time, the message stayed the same:

Trust the process, embrace the fear, welcome the lesson, get ready to grow. 

It seemed totally nuts, but I knew I was in touch with something bigger and stronger than this realm. And just as I was picking up the pieces from my divorce, people started dying in unexpected or tragic ways. Not my people, but my people's people.  

My girlfriend's best friend. Her uncle. Her neighbor. My friends' parents. I could hear and feel them. I caught the signs they were sending and could easily distinguish who was sending it and who the message was for. 

I knew where they were in their transition and I understood the relationship that existed between the person who had passed and the one left behind. 

I was fascinated and at times terrified. But much like that push to write, delivering messages was something I had to do as a matter of self preservation. Eventually, the fear was usurped by the relief I saw on people's faces, and I felt something I'd never felt in my life: clarity. 

And for the second time in my life, I had to come out, this time as a psychic medium. 

I applied to study with MaryAnn DiMarco, author of "The Medium Mentor" and an internationally recognized psychic medium, spiritual teacher, and speaker. To my surprise, I was selected.

I trusted Spirit, worked hard and my practice was born. I now spend my days doing what I love, something I wasn't sure would ever happen, and I'm genuinely happy.

The rest of my life is a tapestry of love and organized chaos. I'm a single mom to two brilliantly colorful, kind, and empathetic humans. S. and G. are the picture of resilience, creativity, and the pure joy of remaining ever-curious. Our dog Gary (formally known as Hugo) and cat Griffey (Sir Purr-A-Lot) remind us of the importance of napping and never to leave pizza or chocolate unattended.

Seattle is home base for the past 15 years, but my East Coast roots run deep. I'm told I still show signs of a displaced New Yorker and evidently sound the part. I spend a lot of time exploring the San Francisco Bay Area with my great love and long-time girlfriend TJ, and her Chihuahua, Radio.  

Whether my next reading is with a repeat client or someone new, I feel genuinely excited for them.  It is such a gift to love what you do and I don't for one second take for granted the opportunity to be part of such a magical and transformative experience. 

— Amanda