My Journey

It was a dark and stormy night.
(It really was—but more about that later!)

People often ask me, “So how did you ever get interested in Mediumship?”

Good question.

The truth is, I’m not entirely sure. The unseen world has always felt like a “something” that's been with me—quietly, steadily, like a soft undercurrent. Unlike many of my fellow students of mediumship, I never saw spirits or heard voices as a child. There were no ghosts, no flickering lights, and certainly no mysterious knocks in the night.

But I wondered. I devoured Nancy Drew books, was fascinated by haunted houses, castles, mysterious movies, spooky stories around the campfire, and those endless sleepovers filled with imagination. I was drawn to mystery, always asking: Why? What if? Isn't that interesting?

I was a sensitive child—keenly aware of the emotions of others, and able to sense the mood of a room the moment I walked in. Always observing. Always wondering. Always curious.

There were, however, two distinct moments that I’ve never forgotten.

The first was when I was about four years old, lying in bed just before sleep. I gazed out my open window into the clear summer night sky, full of stars. Suddenly—though not through my ears exactly, more like a deep knowing—I heard two clear sentences:

YOU WILL NEVER DIE.
YOU WILL LIVE FOREVER.

It wasn’t frightening or dramatic. It simply was.

The second moment came years later, while I was a college student at Marquette University in Milwaukee. Raised in a devout Catholic family, I regularly attended Mass at Jesu Church. One Sunday morning as I walked to church, that same kind of awareness washed over me. Again, not a voice exactly, but a deep and undeniable knowing:

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE.
YOU NEED TO FIND OUT.

I tucked that experience away and went on to earn my nursing degree, immersing myself in the logical world of science and medicine.

But one morning, everything changed again.

I distinctly heard my deceased aunt call my name. Just like that, the earlier experiences came rushing back.

And then—on that actual dark and stormy night—my journey truly began.

In June of 2001, my brother Pat passed away. It was a family tradition to call each other on Christmas Eve. That December, I came home from last-minute shopping and saw the answering machine blinking. I hit play.

At first, just static. Then—within the static—I heard a voice. Slowly, clearly. It was Pat. No doubt in my mind. He said, “Merry Christmas,” and then added a nickname he had always used for me—one no one else knew.

I played that message for each family member, without telling them what they were about to hear. One by one, each said, “It sounds like Pat wishing you a Merry Christmas.”

That moment changed everything.

It opened the door to spiritual exploration and set me on this incredible, humbling, heart-expanding path to Mediumship.

From I wonder... to I know.