Uncompromising Psychic
Psychic perception is the very core of my life’s phenomenology. From early childhood experiences to spontaneous manifestations that outright scarred me as a teenager, to consciously stepping onto the path of esoteric refinement and psychic mastery as a young woman, when all else lost meaning from that aspect of me being isolated and tucked away.
But this piece is not about how I got here.
This is about how I tried to give it up.
A quick overview of why I would ever want to do that.
The year is 2015, and I see, in vivid detail, the love of my life dying in a dream. I wake up running a fever and call he right away. He assures me that he is fine. That night, he dies — exactly the way my dream showed it to me.
The year is 2021 and I’m married to my ex husband. My psychic coaching practice takes off, and money I could never imagine starts showing up, one month after another. He says he is happy for me, but his actions tell a different story… He is punishing me for my success, in cruel and personal ways.
The year is 2024, and I’m talking to my uncle in Moscow. He tells me to stop all of my psychic nonsense, or else I won’t ever be taken seriously by the serious people in this world.
These are just a few instances that genuinely made me wonder if my life has been BURDENED by something that I am.
Was being psychic ever a choice?
Was cultivated mastery of my gifts a mistake?
Was I wrong to step on a path of professional practice?
And yet, on a Halloween night in Scotland with a client-turned-friend, I spot the most magical pub run by a practicing witch while passing it on our way somewhere else in a cab, and we stumble into the most otherworldly experience filled with meaningful devotion, psychic experiments, delicious cocktails and lessons in history of witchcraft of the region.
That night, I felt it in every molecule of my being — THIS IS WHO I AM.
But being and expression of being are two different things.
There was yet a claim to be staked, and only now have I arrived at the place of being fit and ready to do so.
I am many things.
A student of philosophy.
A woman in business.
An art model.
An author.
A public speaker.
A wealth magnet.
A teacher of sovereignty.
And I have yet to become many things — some following trajectories already in motion, and some still entirely unknown to me.
But one thing I will never give up on, never doubt nor question, never set aside, and never separate from the core of my being, where it belongs…
I am a psychic practitioner:
I am naturally psychic,
And I choose to practice my gifts.
Whether this fits neatly into the landscape of what is palatable, or serious — is not for me to worry about. It’s not my burden to carry.
My burden is very real in other regards, however — the isolation that my gifts create as a byproduct of the rampant magic of my life that deters some people, and the suffering I often experience as the cost of seeing and knowing things other people’s perceptions often protect them from.
I’m not here to teach humanity how to be more psychic… because even though I can, the implications of opening doors one cannot easily close are not something that I wish to manage and be responsible for.
However, I am here to hold, express and share my gifts.
Not because I have to,
Because I choose to.