My First House Blessing

Back in 2010 I bought this darling little bungalow in the Mountains of Oregon. Bend, Oregon to be exact. In 2010 Bend was a darling and quiet little town as it was just coming back from the 2008 recession. We were a small town but a mighty town filled with love kind of place.

When I moved into my bungalow if felt so great be grounded and to have a place of my own to have friends over to cook for, drink with and bbq to all hours of the night. Friday nights with pizza and the most lovely feminine pinot noirs of the Willamette Valley were a staple of this darling little house I now got to call home.

But this home… came with A LOT of stuff!!! Crazy energetic stuff!!!

Settling into my home during the winter of 2010 that came with a TON of snow, was quite an adjustment. Aside from trees falling over from the weight of the snow and the pipes freezing and flooding the garage, I took it one day at a time as I settled in.

Finally I came to the point where the boxes were all unpacked and I was easing into a home. Yessss, it felt so great to be settled!

Then came the noises in my house. They were SO loud and SO clear I at first thought people were braking in. I don’t even know how many times I got so freaked out by the sounds of foot steps running up and down my hall way. All night long foot steps. Foot steps. Foot steps. These weren’t the little light pitter patters or the settling noises of a home thru the winter months these were the loud foot steps of spirit. Fuck! 

I heard the noises of foot steps all night long running up and down the hallway. I had a portal, if you don’t know what portals are I will be writing more about them later, in the space where my living room met my hall way. I had an old lady spirit that would stand at the base of my bed every night. I had Bubba’s image in the front mirror, I had a taunting little brat energy in my bathroom. There was the spirit of a 5 yr old little girl that had been lost in home stead days and I could go on. There was so much energy going on in this little house of mine and I had no idea what to do.

So I reached out to my new and dear friends, Kosho Finch. He is a Buddhist priest and we met thru a mutual friend. I was instantly fascinated by his knowledge and his calm inner strength and empowerment. Kosho is a gem.

I sent him a message of everything that was going on disclaiming the fact that I truly hoped that I wasn’t going crazy. This was a bit out of my wheel house and also a moment of truly claiming my gifts as an intuitive medium.

Kosho was great! He gave me all the information and taught me how to bless my home and to clear the stuck energy in the house. Kosho shared some experiences of his own and with living in the Hawaiian islands at the time there is much sacred and old energy as he had much to share!!! It was great as this was the first time really opening up to someone about my gifts of being an intuitive medium. 

Luckly my sister and my nephew were staying with me for the week and both are very intuitive beautiful beings. The funny thing was that when they came to stay we me that week, I had told them that the new house simply had a lot of settling noises. I didn’t like making people nervous that came to visit and that was the best thing I could come up with. But… the next night at dinner Ticia told me that I had more than just settling noises going on in my house. Shivers went thru my entire body. I had goose bumps everywhere.

I was like ohhhhhh girl!!! And I totally opened up to Ticia about everything. She already knew and it was so great to be able to finally open up even more to some one and confide in about everything. The funny thing was Cole jumped in and asked, “Who is the old lady in the back?” He was referring to the old lady that stood at the base of my bed every night. Cole’s intuition was always off the charts and so in tune!

So, after learning from Kosho how to bless my home, Ticia, Cole and I got our white Jerusalem sage, lavender and our prayers from Kosho and began in the corner of my dining room and started the blessing. 

There was so much that cleared and so much that come thru. The healing smoke and ashes billowed and filled the house. It was heavy and had the intensity of generations and life times of stuck energy.

When we finished the blessing we went around and opened all of the doors and windows to clear out the sage’d smoke, lavender and spirit of those that had tried to leave this 3rd dimension but were stuck.

Bubba was the big one! He was the one that started this whole blessing thing. His energy was strong and dark and he was the reflection that I would see in the mirror. I totally thought it was in my head or simply misguided visions. But when Ticia confirmed his presence I knew we had to get rid of him.

Bubba didn’t want to leave. He was fighting the clearing. The lights in my living room literally started to flicker and the electrical outlets had lost power. Ticia, Cole and I sat on the floor in the middle of the living room. We waited. We meditated, prayed and got really quiet. Then in a moment as we all felt it at once, Bubba’s energy leaving. His energy lifted and we all felt it at once. Bubba had left the building!!!

We all breathed a sigh of relief and began to laugh light heartedly and playfully. It was kind of hard to believe what we had all just experienced and so real at the same time.

I was so grateful for what my dear friend the Buddhist Priest Kosho had taught me. His teachings have stayed with me from that day and now I feel lucky enough to share his teachings with others as I help to bless the homes of others that need a clearing and to fill their homes with love, space and the gold light of transmutation.

If you feel that your home is in need of a blessing, you are right. Trust your intuition! House Blessings are very much clearing, cathartic and the best way to love and care for your home and the land that it is attached to. I offer house blessings locally and remotely and it would be my honor to help in anyway dear friends.

Love & Light Baby!!! 

Universal Shift

  We call it Equanimity.

To flow with life as life flows to us… This is definitely a practice.

July 2020, I was suppose to start my forensic mediumship in NY. I was SO excited to begin to use my gift in a way to truly be of service for people that are dealing with the traumatic experience of loosing a loved one. In 2019 I experienced a traumatic loss. When speaking to my shaman she told me that I had to experience this traumatic loss to better understand the people that I would be one day helping as I follow my path as a forensic medium.

I was excited to connect with like minded people.  Aside from my lovely counselor/teacher and mentor Susan, I have never had anyone in my life that channels spirit the way I do. I’ve never had girl friend or guy friend that I could simply chat with about the crazy day to day goings ons of the spirit world. This is a language and an understanding that not many people have. Something that I have learned over the years.

The other day when speaking to my current counselor Kimberly, she asked me, “Stephanie does it feel isolating not having someone in your life that channels spirit as well?” WOW!!! This question blew me away as I had never thought about it. Ding ding ding this one question brought SO much clarification to me. Never having another medium in my life I have always tucked everything away. The downloads, the flashes, the images, all the empathic stuff… Hidden. So the idea of meeting people with the same gifts completely excited me.

Then came world pandemic 2020. Ohhhh Universe! Seriously. I thought ok, I can start my forensic studies and mediumship at another point. Of course the Universe was dreaming up something bigger for me.

As a yoga teacher I meet ALL kinds of great people and it is SO wonderful and cathartic being in a community that speaks a similar language as myself. The other day one of my yogis was speaking to me about loosing two friends back in 2019. I felt the energies immediately. 

I asked my colleague, “Was this up near the Seattle area?” She said, yes. “Are your two missing friends both males?” She answered, yes. “Did they both have brown hair?” Yes. “Were they hitchhiking?” No. “Why am I hearing to word hitchhiker?” She said, “The authorities believed that they picked up a couple of hitchhikers.” 

Ohhh damn… 

Ok I knew that we needed to talk further but I could tell that this was making her upset. I told her that when she is ready that we could sit down and talk further when she was ready. I love my sweet yogi and would love nothing more to help and bring some ease and closure for those involved with these missing individuals.

The interesting thing about how the Universe works its magic is that I knew I was suppose to start my forensic medium ship last month. I simply had no idea that I would be starting it so close to home and on an actual open and missing persons case.

I will keep you posted when I have more news about this case.

        Love and Light!

From Farm Girl to Forensic Medium

Becoming a Forensic Medium

For a majority of my life I have been in constant study, intrigue, a little research and “the knowing” of criminal behavior and science. Growing up with strong military and policing family, I was around the conversations starting at a young age of how to stay safe, physically protect myself, pay attention to my “uh oh” feeling and the general knowing of what was going on in our community. Which at 11 years old was about a 5 mile radius that included my school, all of 70 students grade 1 thru 6th, a whole lot of farms and the local grocery and a gas station.

As a young kid what the rest of the neighborhood kids were doing had absolutely no interest to me. I wanted to be a part of the adult conversations. They were so much more fascinating and colorful than the boring kid crap of riding our bikes and the climbing of fences trespassing on our neighbors farms. I wanted the knowledge. I wanted to know everything that the adults were talking about and more importantly I wanted to know everything that wasn’t being said. With that, came exposure to things I should not have known at such a young age as I realize now as an adult. Back then I was WAY too curious to know better.

As a young kid around 11 years old I knew how to beat the shit about someone without killing them. You simply caught the kid, Buddy and Skippy were the general neighborhood delinquents, you gunny sacked ‘em, take them out behind the shop and beat the shit out of them with a rubber hose. “It won’t kill them but it will hurt like hell. Beat those kids into shape.” Let me be clear this never happened. But the bravado was highly alive in my neighborhood of us against them.

There was the 7 year old moment of me trying to keep the secret of my grandfathers fight with his next door neighbor who both lived right behind us. Lovely behavior gentlemen. There were moments of who was cheating on who and who beat the crap out of their wife. I was such an empathic little sponge that I could pick up on everything… Especially what wasn’t said. As I knew then my little neighborhood bestie’s mom was horribly mistreated by her pathetic excuse of a man husband. We always walked around on broken glass in efforts to not piss the fucker off. He was such a cruel man.

I was such a tomboy. I learned to shoot my chipmunk .22 when I was 7 down by the shop on hot summer days. We, my dad, brother and I, would plink at cans and silhouettes spending hours and hours practicing gun safety and having fun shooting whatever target we could find. By age 14 I was ranked by the NRA as distinguished expert marksman, began my shooting career that lead me to nationals championships at West Point Academy, Jr. Olympic shooting camps and then ending my shooting career senior year of high school. I missed going to the Olympic training center by one point. It was an all off hand course. A total of 600pts, I shot a 589. One of my bestie gal pals shot a 590. Not that I have been hanging on to that 30 years later. Ha. Thank goodness I loved my Sha-Marie and was ecstatic that one of us made it.

This was when fate stepped in at age 18 and completely changed my life course. I was planning to head into the Army ROTC as all I wanted to do was to jump out of airplanes and shoot shit up. I was very connected to my masculine energy and had a strength in my physical body that could only be defined as a little beef cake girl that you didn’t want to fuck with. My application was stunning, my letters of recommendation were genuine and my excitement of thrill seeking was alive. Then every single door closed. As the average Aries head strong girl I simply rallied and went off to art school at Oregon State University. This was my invite to the woo woo path of life and I truly loved and embraced every moment. It was perfect for me.

I experienced professors and students with such completely different back grounds and ideas that I had never experienced before. My professors guided and directed me to not only see the subject that I was focussing on but to become one with the subject and the medium that I was working with. At times I felt consumed as my energy shifted and transitioned back and forth in an ebb and flow of creativity. The arts fed my soul as they were a God given talent that I loved and feared. 

It was during my freshman my intuition was validated by my mother when she called to fill me in on my drivers ed teacher. This was the guy that was charged with 19 counts of child molestation. You can read more about that story in my blog “My First BIG Flash.”

It was also around that time when my mom told me that she was surprised that I didn’t become a cop. I was completely floored by that comment as it never occurred to me but I completely understood her perspective. Looking back I would have made a great police officer. 

Mom and I always connected over reading Anne Rules books about serial murderers, some of which were from my home town. Around this time as well I was picking up every book I could read about past lives, the after life, spirit guides, angels and near death experiences. Both of which my parents had experienced. I was fascinated by their stories and I was completely inthralled by the intoxication of extreme light and beauty to the audacious horrifying acts of man kind in our third dimensional world.

Jump forward about 10 years.

In my mid 30’s I began transitioning into a stronger more awakened intuitive path as my meditation and yoga practice grew. It was perfect. My mind became so clear in such a way that I was experiencing life in a state of love, contentment and happiness. I was so profoundly happy that all I wanted to do was share this great feeling to my yoga students and anyone else that would listen to my yoga talk. Some of the scary stuff from this life and past lives were still in the clearing stages but I loved the seeing that the universe was bringing into my life. It brought an ease to my breath and consciousness.

Then one night came Kara. Kara was a beautiful blonde local girl in her early 20’s that popped up on the local news one evening. She was missing and everyone was trying to find her.

I remember as I was sitting in the middle of my living room, I took pause. “Kara are you here?” Here energy swooshed into my living room with an incredible strong force. I gasped. A bit short of breath, I knew that she was dead and I knew that her boyfriend killed her. It was an immense feeling.

I asked, “What happened?”

She showed me an expression on her face. Her eyes were closed and her head had fallen back. She also showed me a mans hands around her neck. She knew this man and it felt to me as they were somehow intimately connected like a girlfriend/boyfriend kind of relationship.

Taking this feeling in I felt very uneasy on so many levels. I wanted to do something but had no idea what. For most of my life I have been unsure of my gift and I really didn’t want to be the looney psychic girl and upset this family that is already struggling with what is going on with this beautiful missing girl.

So I sat and I waited. I knew that is was an opportunity to practice receiving information on an intuitive level as maybe one day I could help.

I am not much of a news watcher as I can only handle so much negativity, but Kara’s story had me intrigued for what ever reason. This was a huge eye opening lesson for me. 

Kara was on the news almost every night for months. Her energy was still strongly connected and earthbound as I knew that she had in fact crossed over to the other side. When the news came on in the evenings I could instantly feel her energy again and again in my living room. I would ask her different questions and write down the different flashes and feelings that I would pick up. Each night new information came about on the news cast.

This was what I knew from Kara as she gave me different visuals and feelings. Her body was going to be found. She was east of town. She is farther east then where they are currently looking. Her body was covered up with something like a blanket or a black piece of plastic. Her physical body was thrown out haphazardly and felt to be up against something like brush or a log. Her body was also above ground and was not buried. 

I remember thinking, “well so now what am I suppose to do with this information?” I wrote it down and simply watched the story unfold night by night on the evening news. Kara’s boyfriend then committed suicide. This was big. To me this truly validated that he was the killer.

Carrying around this information weighed heaving on my heart as I struggled with what to do. Could I help this grieving family? Could I help the police? Was it possible that any of this information was even accurate? Why am I getting these down loads from Kara? I didn’t even know this girl.

Then she was found. It had been several months but thank goodness she had been found for the sake of the grieving family.

From what the news reported here is what I discovered. Yes she was found east of town. Yes she was further east from where they were originally searching. Yes she was found wrapped in a blanket, tarp, foam mattress and inflatable raft. Yes according to medical examiners there was no doubt that the boyfriend had killed her. Yes she was found above ground and not buried. 

I cried. I sobbed in relief for this poor young beautiful girl that was finally found and could be laid to rest. Usually I am able to stay detached from receiving this type of information but for whatever reason the universe created a strong connection between her and I.

I thanked Kara for sharing her story with me so that I may learn and help others. I thanked her for trusting me. I thanked her for giving me the honor to share, do better and be a better human in this 3rd dimensional life. I sent her love and light and told her that it was time to fully cross over to the other side to allow her soul to heal in a place of pure love.

This extraordinary loving being will forever be in my heart. She has been a part of my path to learning as I am now working on becoming a forensic medium. This summer I am starting my forensic mediumship to train, learn and further my gift and be of service to those who need help finding their loved ones. 

This is who I am, The Pure Channel. I hope that you will stay with my as I continue to share these experiences and work on my up leveling to a forensic medium. LOVE & LIGHT! Stephanie

*The names have been changed in order to protect peoples privacy especially those of Kara and her family.

A Big Question!

A Big Question! 

Years ago one of my dearest friends asked me, “Is Brian still alive?” This took me back a bit as it was a big one. A big question. Nothing silly or woo woo about this moment, connecting with spirit just got real and became more than just a party trick. This was actually about a life or a death.

Ticia is my sister of another mister on this earth plain. When we first met at a party I instantly loved this girl. I knew that we had had many lives together as we had just connected like two old souls reuniting in this 3rd dimensional earth plain once again. Kind of like when you run into your bestie unexpectedly and now your whole day is filled with sunshine. It was kinda like that.

Ticia worked in one of the high end popular restaurants in town. This girl worked her ass off! Ticia was one of their leads that could do absolutely everything and absolutely everyone adored her. She is pure golden light with huge blue doe eyes that captivate you and hold you still when she speaks to you. I love this girl and thank the universe everyday that she is in my life.

Two of Ticia’s work colleagues had gone up the mountain for a day of climbing and exploring. For their privacy I will refer to them as Brian and Rodge. They were young healthy guys, strong, adventurous and had a lust for exploring and being with mother earth. I had never met these two beautiful beings but I know that Ticia loved them for the vibrant young men that they were.

I don’t remember exactly what time of year it was but it feels like it was the time around winter slowly moving into spring. The mountains were still very thick with snow and the sun came out daily sparkling and glistening on the mountainous peaks of central Oregon. It started out as a beautiful day.

Late that evening I got the call. Ticia called me as she was very concerned. Rodge had came back from the mountain but without Brian. Apparently Brian had taken a fall off the mountain side. Rodge spent all the time he could looking for his dear friend but with no success of finding him. Rodge had to leave before it got too dark and to get the rescuers in as soon as possible. It was going to be a very cold night but everyone was hoping for the best. It felt that all of central Oregon had Brian in their prayers and blessings that night. I could feel the energy heighten.

Thats when Ticia asked me, “Is Brian still alive?” As I sat at my desk I could feel a little fear settling in. I wanted to get this right for her. I closed my eyes, faced my palms towards mother earth to get still and grounded. Then I asked my spirit guides Ishmael and Gracie if Brian was still alive. Energetically I connected with a masculine energy. He looked to be about 5’8”ish, dark complected and a stunningly huge smile. He had the kind of smile that lit up the room. To validate that I connected with the energy of Brian, I asked Ticia if this spirit that I was seeing resembled Brian’s energy. She affirmed that it was him so I went a little deeper. I felt a long steep swooshing feeling, like a fast sliding uncontrollable motion. I watched this man slide fast thru the trees and then I felt a big exhale. I could see Brian up against a large fallen tree or a log of some sort with his eyes closed. That was all that I got. At the moment I didn’t know the answer to her question, if Brian was still alive or not. I told her exactly what I felt and saw. So we waited.

The following day I know rescuers were up on the mountain in search of Brian.

  I called my spiritual mentor Susan who has helped me for years to understand and learn the language of my gift. Intuition and channeling is literally like learning another language. I am what is called a multi perceiver. I can hear, feel, see and sometimes even taste or smell the energy of spirit. For me it is like one of those old fashioned radio stations trying to turn the knob to connect to best reception. I do that by asking questions and quieting my mind so that I may tune in even more.

I understood that the sensation I was feeling, of quickly sliding down the hillside was from Brian’s fall. The part that I didn’t have clarity on was the exhale. What did that mean exactly and what was that about?

Susan and I got real quiet and connected to Source. In our quiet meditation Susan explained that the exhale was one of two things. That one, from the quick and fierce speed of Brian’s fall that it he may have ran into something knocking him unconscious. Or that two, from his fall his body and upon impact that the life from Brian’s body left this world and crossed over to the other side.

Even though I did not know this young vibrant being, a sadness washed over me as I know that he was loved by so many and especially Ticia.

A couple of days later Brian’s body was found and he had in fact passed over to the other side. Call it heaven, call it source or the other side of the universe, it doesn’t really matter the words we use as it is all the same place. This extraordinary soul elevated to such a magnificent place that there are no human words to truly describe the brilliance of returning home once our soul leaves the physical body.

That memory will always stay with me as it was a huge turning point at understanding my gift and the importance to be of integrity and honoring this gift. It also opened my eyes so that I could begin to see my life purpose evolve.

To Brian, Rodge and your family and friends I hope true healing has occurred in your lives and you all know that love is all there is that truly matters in this one. 

My First BIG Flash

When I was 15 years old I was so excited to get my drivers permit! I couldn't wait to have the freedom to get into my car and go. Go everywhere! On the way home from passing my permit test, Mom was driving our big fat ass Thunderbird brown car home. Man that thing was fugly but baby it hauled ass! 

We got to the back country roads on our way home from the DMV. The roads were quiet, long and straight with very few cars. This was my chance. She handed me the keys and we switched seats. I was now in the driver seat and in ultimate control of… the… universe… Or so I thought. This car was big and fast with some sort of V-8 engine in it. Of course my mom and I being the people that we are, fell into glorious absurd laughter. All of the sudden I was doing between 85 and 90 miles an hour. We were giggling so profusely that it was all I could do the pull over the Thunderbird beast just after driving one mile. We switched seats. It was hilarious, we were laughing so hard we were crying. One of my favorite memories.

So then came drivers ed. Which of course completely sucked for this 15 year old. There is nothing more humiliating then some little blue put put car with a neon yellow trifecta sign on the top that read, “STUDENT DRIVER & DOSEN’T KNOW SHIT” Blink. Blink. Blinkity blink. The little blue put put rolled right up in front of my high school.

I. Was. Mortified!  

My mom was excited. My driving instructor was an old math teacher of hers that we will call Mr. G. Given that information I believe he was about 105 years old when he pulled up in front of my school in the little blue put put. Mr. G had a great and long standing reputation around town for being a sold drivers ed teacher. He was the “get.” The one driving instructor that everyone wanted. Great news! We got him and he’s all mine ladies.

My first class began on an afternoon right after school. The little blue put put pulled up with the blinking yellow sign directly in front of good ole North Salem High School. My friends stared and clapped as I made the very long walk of adolescent embarrassment to the car. There I met Mr. G for the first time.

The ole guy seemed nice enough. Mr. G was an overly smiley old guy that was way to excited about getting into the car with an inexperienced driver. There was something that made me uneasy but I never liked to be around men by myself.

For two very long and very awkward hours in the little put put was painful and exhausting.. By the time I got home I stormed out of the car, slammed the door charged towards the house and bypassed my mother just as quick as I could. She was standing there smiling happily in the driveway awaiting to hear how things went with her first born and a coming of age experience. I was not happy girl. I felt so an easy that I can barely handle myself from exploding. I may have even be a bit belligerent. I couldn't put my finger on it. There was no one thing, I just couldn't get out of that damn car fast enough. AND, away from that man.

Mom said and I had to go again. We needed it for the insurance discount, it was good drivers training not to mention that it would get me ready to pass my drivers license testing. All reasons. Smart reasoning, good reasoning but the bottom line was I still didn't feel comfortable. Being the 15-year-old awkward adolescent head strong girl, I couldn’t speak into words my experience of what had happened in that car. Back then all I knew was my “gut instinct” and tummy was not happy.

Lesson number two. Here we go again in the little blue put put.

Driving around town I learned all about the safety do's and don'ts what the double railroad tracks mean, my genuineness parallel parking, and the safe law of the land.

We were on State Street heading east with my little chub a dub hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel. I'm not sure exactly what happened but all of a sudden Mr. G. slammed on the his side of the brakes, fancy passenger brakes for idiot drivers. Which I was not. Mr. G slammed on the brakes, grabbed my right hand at the 2 o’clock position “to correct my driving.” We were going in the straight line and nothing much had happened. I was like what the fuck?

I was pissed! The moment he set his hand on top of mine I instantly was overcome by the feeling to scream bloody fiery profanities. To fight, kick and beat the shit out of him. I wanted to get out of that car as fast as I could. My body was in fumes of volcanic rage andI wasn't sure where this uncontrollable urge of violence and chaos came over me. I was about to blow up and I was stuck. Don’t be over dramatic Stephanie. Be a good girl Stephanie. Don’t miss behave Stephanie. ALLLL those things that I had been taught and learned over my 15 yrs in this human life, I was trying to succumb to “good girl teachings” and “do the right thing.”

My body was shaking. There was so much sweat on my face it began to run down and merge with the tears on my cherry red cheeks. About 6 miles later we finally made it home and pulled into the drive. There once again was my sweet, loyal mama was standing there waiting to see how my driving lesson went. One look at me she knew the answer.

I stormed out of the car, slammed the door as hard as I possibly could, screamed that I was never getting into that car again and flew into the house.

Mr. G giggled and said to my mom, “we had a bit of a hard time today.” He then sheepishly got into the drivers seat and drove off.

The little 15 year old girl inside of me was overcome by frustration, chaos and emotions that I couldn’t understand or explain. Until now.

Fast forward three years to college. My freshman year and Oregon State University was one of my favorite moments. It was a time of celebrating my freedom, my independence and getting to do everything that I wanted on my own accord. I experienced all that I could. Being in the arts was inspiring and filled my feminine divine in such magnificence.

As I was toodling around my dorm room one afternoon the phone rang. It was my little mama giving me a call. When I left for college my mom and I had truly become close and I loved where our relationship was during that time. She wanted to let me know something. I held the phone intently to my ear as I was paying such close attention and hanging on her every word. She went on to inform me that Mr. G had been charged with 19 counts of sexual molestation. My heart fell into my stomach as I knew. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew he was not a good person.

She asked me if he had ever done anything inappropriate to me, which the answer was no. I didn’t like that he had touched my hand while I was driving but other than that I was fine. Well other than the fact of surviving high school humiliation of little blue put put cars and neon flashing signs.

I knew then that I was an empath. Most everyone is and it is all about learning the language. Mother’s intuition? It all comes from the same place of knowing, divine source. 

So when you child tells you that they have a tummy ache, more often then not they ar picking up on negative energy. Message me if you would like me to explain how to help children protect themselves energetically and rid themselves of negative energy that they may have picked up. 

Still to this day I love being able didn't get into my Betty White Chevy Tahoe grab my spirit dog Shae and bounce. It is one of the best feelings of freedom to go! Go everywhere!

LOVE & LIGHT baby! - Stephanie 

My Secret

My Secret.

 The secret I have kept my entire life, and now it is time to allow myself to be open and vulnerable as I trust and have immaculate faith in the universe.

Coming out of the proverbial Woo Woo Closet is not easy. Some of you may already understand this, for example my extraordinary Soul Family. Others of you may be like, ’What the fuck is Steph talking about?’ Insert raised eye brow here. 

This isn’t the closet where all the cool gay kids have been hanging out in before their stunning debut of their authentic true selves or the closet of the luscious lesbians and other beautiful LGBTQ beings. This is my closet. Its a closet filled with secrets, cover ups and fake stories to what feels like a completely separate life that I have hidden since I was 14 years old.

I am an Intuitive Medium. I channel spirit to help others connect with their loved ones on the other side. Yes I talk to dead people and have for most of my life. I am here now to claim and honor my true self as I openly begin to practice in my Mediumship. To be of service to others and most importantly to myself. Before we can accept, heal and honor others we have to do that within the soul of our own being and I am here to do that now!

This may not seem or feel like much to some, as my Soul Family already knows this about me. But letting folks know that for the past 45 years of my life that I speak to spirit, has not been the easiest thing to bring up. Especially when I am already the tie die sheep of the biological family. Hahahahahhahaaaaaaaa! The great thing is that I have lived fully through the hurt and pain and now that my heart is truly healed I can see with divine clarity that we all come from an extraordinary source of love. Pure love. Unviversal love. 

So why have I hidden this secret for so long? Let me share with you what I have literally just learned yesterday from one of my extraordinary healers.

Being a magnificent, strong and now healed sexual assault survivor, I have learned that there comes many levels of healing. That 80% of children that are sexual assault survivors, will experience assault again as adults. Unfortunately I fell under that statistic as well when I was raped 11 years ago. The stories of what I have felt and heard about myself have been paralyzing to my heart. Why am I not good enough? Why does this keep happening to me? Was I not worth enough to protect and kept safe? Was I not lovable enough for you to stand up to me? The stories go on. The lies go on, especially the ones to protect myself as I didn’t have faith or “proof” that I was loved, safe and protected. At least I didn’t feel that way on a deep true level. 

As one works through the layers of healing it has taken much time for my heart to once again feel that love. My heart has been a dried seed for as long as I can remember and I have not lived in my truth and in the pure light of my higher consciousness. For so many years I believed that if this is what love and being vulnerable to love looked like, I wanted nothing to do with it. 

Overtime I have been doing my work. SO MUCH FUCKING WORK, that I have been able to come to the place of truly knowing, seeing and believing that I AM a fabulously flawed, beautiful and divine woman. That I do not have to believe that being a divine woman means that there has to be shaming and embarrassment of my femininity. Much of which I have felt all my life. It saddens me to think about this but it also empowers me to be in a place of strength and a wonderful empowerment to help others on their healing path. I am of service to you my beautiful divine humans. Most importantly I am of service and infinite love, honor and respect to myself.

So how does this connect with being open to channeling spirt?  

After all of our life preparation, now begins the practice of yoga. Yoga is the practice of integration, processing and then liberation. When we become liberated in our truth, acceptance and healing we now can begin to truly be of service to others. How does one know when I am “cured?” Illness = I and Wellness = We. When I got to the place of WE, knowing that WE are all ONE, that WE are ALL connected, I knew that I was healed on a soul level. 

You see to me, being of service and being of love was all twisted in my mind and my heart. Love showed up in my life as distrust, anger and venomous words and actions. When I allowed myself to be open and vulnerable to this “love” I have been hurt physically and emotionally to such extreme proportions that giving up on this life felt so much easier than living in the pain.

The thing is I am way too stubborn to give up! I’ve always rallied around the underdog and now this underdog was me. 

Though the work with my teachers, mentors, counselors, yogis and Soul Family I am now in a place of divine love and acceptance, divine love and vulnerability, and divine love and faith. To connect with spirit our chakras have to align, open and at times be vulnerable. This is how I channel and connect with spirit. I now have the faith in the universe that I am safe and loved and it is time to do the work. 

I want to thank my MANY mentors, teachers and Soul Family for teaching me, supporting me and loving me for exactly who I am. A HUGE thank you to my first intuitive Sylvia Brown. Your books and lectures helped me to understand the language. I want to also thank Laurie McQuary, Chip Coffey, Kim Russo, Theresa Caputo, Melannie Lovell, Ticia Nelson, Cole Nelson, Amy & Conan Doherty, Sharon Page, Karen, David & Charlotte Stowe, and my Divine Grandmothers who knew of my gift and gave me a safe place to share it. Alexander Lewis, Sonia Choquette, Bernadette Hartman, Carly Belle, Carin Cundey, Bridget Evans, Kristan Tone, Linda Taylor, Michelle Edwards, Kylee Pederson, Kim Hernandez, Corrie Bernard, Suzy Aragon, Tami Taylor, Suzie Newcome, Nancy Lumpkin, Brandy Berlin, Laura Purdy, Kosho Finch, Annette Madison, Jennifer Andrews, Ilana Bach, Susan Weisberger, ALL my beautiful yogis, My Shaman, My Sages, My Mentors, My Teachers in life and ALLLL the rest of the divine souls as you know who you are I thank you beyond the stars and back to this 3rd dimensional life. Gratitude and Blessing!

LOVE and LIGHT baby! Stephanie