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I was that odd little girl who had conversations in hushed tones with her imaginary friends. Those imaginary friends who always prepared me for events to come. I was that teen in high school who was able to make extra money reading Tarot cards for classmates (& a few teachers) during lunch. I am that laid back Psychic Goddess who in 2017 decided to ditch her corporate 9-5 to focus on this Amazing Spiritual path full time.

I have spent over 25 years providing Essential, Caring and Warm, In-depth Intuitive Counseling with only the highest level of client service, combined with a healthy dose of practical sass. I am down to Earth Spiritualist, who is passionate about providing Spiritual guidance to all of those in need. A certified Hippie & Beach Bum, I've been very fortunate to have clients from all around the world, and have even gained some celebrity clientele over the years.

My various services are designed to assist you in achieving your highest level of Spiritual growth. You will find that my methods are quite unique in comparison with others. I do not 'tell' you what you want to hear or what you should do, but rather prepare you for the foreseeable options and 'with you' discover the best path. The truth is, all of us have Intuitive capabilities. We are for the most part aware. Some, just more than others. Your session is based on the information that I pick up from the energy that is present at the time of your session.

I assist you in becoming aware of scenarios that you may not have even been aware of/thought of. My methods offer you empowerment, confidence, and clarity. My reputation for being detailed, accurate, straightforward and FUN are evident in my excellent client reviews. Don't waste time and money with others who will charge you plenty to give you a lesser quality of service.

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