I didn’t choose this path – it chose me.

I was maybe five. My grandmother watched from the porch while my sister and I crossed the street to the corner store for candy. On the way out, a man in a parked car held his hand out through the window, change sitting flat in his palm, asking if we needed it. I didn’t have the words for it then, but something in me went cold and certain at the same time. If we took that money, something bad was already in motion. My grandmother screamed. He peeled out before I finished the thought.

I didn’t think about that memory again for decades. Then it walked back into a room I was sitting in, more than ten years ago now, at a private event, across from a woman I’d just met.

Mid-reading, I started seeing myself as that kid again, crossing that street. Then the scene shifted, a different car, different kids, small heads turning to look out a back window. I asked her something I had no reasonable way of asking. Did your children almost get taken when they were small, outside a convenience store?

She went white and called her daughter in from another room to tell me herself. The kids had hidden as a joke, tucked behind the store by the garbage bins while their parents were still inside shopping. When their mom and dad came out and couldn’t find them, they panicked and called the police, convinced their kids had been taken. My memory and hers weren’t the same. But they carried the same emotional resonance, and somehow that was enough to connect those two experiences.

No Costumes, No Downloads

I don’t tell you that story to impress you. I tell you because most of what gets called psychic ability in this industry right now is recycled language wearing a costume. Downloads. Portals. Light codes. Ask ten different practitioners what any of it actually means and you’ll get ten vague answers borrowed from the same handful of accounts everyone’s copying. I’ve never had any interest in that.

This isn’t a technique I picked up somewhere.
It’s years of paying attention while others tuned it out.

I want to be clear about something, because this industry blurs it constantly. None of this makes what I do less real. Humans are predictive creatures by nature. We read rooms, sense danger, finish each other’s sentences, feel when something is off before we can explain why. That instinct kept us alive long before anyone called it intuition. What I do is that same instinct, sharpened by thirty years of paying attention to it on purpose. It’s not the staged, scripted version you see on television, the dramatic gasp, the cold read dressed up as a miracle. It’s quieter than that, and it’s real, which is exactly why it doesn’t need theater to prove itself.

The Wiring Behind It

That kind of pattern recognition isn’t only something I practice. There’s a wiring reason it comes this naturally to me. I took the RAADS-R assessment a while back and scored above the clinical threshold for autism, which confirmed what I’d already started to suspect. I don’t process emotional information the way most people do, and for a long time I thought that made me less equipped for this work, not more. What I’ve actually learned is the opposite. Because I don’t get swept up in someone else’s emotion the way most people do, what I receive tends to arrive clean, without my own reaction bleeding into it and distorting what belongs to you. There’s a common assumption that people on the spectrum lack empathy. That hasn’t been my experience. What I have is the ability to feel things deeply without losing the line between your feelings and mine, and in this work, that distinction is everything.

Church, Faith, and Questions

I grew up in a deeply religious home, and I got asked to leave more than one church as a kid for refusing to take things on faith alone. I always had questions, and I wasn’t willing to just nod along and pretend that was enough. Somewhere in the middle of a genuinely hard stretch of my childhood, I started noticing things happen that felt like protection I couldn’t explain, moments that shifted at exactly the right second to keep me safe. I don’t need to lay out the details here. What it taught me is that religion and intuition were never actually enemies. They just get treated that way by people standing too far on either side. Lean too hard into blind faith and you stop asking the questions that matter. Lean too hard into skepticism and you talk yourself out of things that are actually protecting you. It’s the same as fear. Too much of it blinds you and keeps you stuck. The right amount of it keeps you steady.

Your intention decides what’s on the table.
Nothing comes through you don’t allow.
Not by accident. By design.

Which means I can’t read your mind, and I wouldn’t want to. I can’t access anything you don’t want seen. So if you’re sitting there worried I’ll see the thing you’re ashamed of, stop. It’s not accessible unless you hand it to me.

Here’s how I actually think about it. Your intention is a screen door. It lets things through, but only what you allow, and only while the screen stays intact. Every time you overthink it, second-guess it, poke at it out of fear or impatience, you’re taking an ice pick to that screen. Enough holes and it loses its integrity, it won’t hold the shape of the intention it was designed to. I don’t operate that way. I set something down the way you’d order dinner at a restaurant. I’m not in the kitchen supervising how it gets made. It arrives either way.

Life Outside the Work

I live in Edmond with my family, and I love serving this community both in person and virtually around the world. Outside of this work, I ride, a 2025 Indian Chief 111, and wind therapy is real, nothing else clears my head the same way. When I’m not on the bike I’m probably baking, sourdough specifically, stress management by way of flour and time.

I come from a family of artists and could never draw a stick figure until Photoshop and AI image generation finally gave me a way to put what’s in my head into the world. My tattoos are part of that same thread, every piece marking something I lived and refuse to forget.

I’m also building Life on the Psychic Spectrum right now, a podcast and vlog about this life, this work, and everything that comes with navigating this space for over three decades. It’s taking longer than most to get off the ground, and I’ll tell you exactly why. I’m working through insecurities I’ve held onto for a long time, day by day, because I believe in what needs to be said once I get there. Bear with me. I’ll see you soon