For as long as I can remember, I’ve perceived reality in a way that defies explanation. Not through learned skill, but through an innate sense of knowing – a direct connection to energies and truths others miss. This isn’t about supernatural ability; it’s about an unfiltered access to information that exists beyond the limits of the five senses. The fear of judgment, especially within my own community, forced me to suppress these gifts for years, but silence is no longer an option.
The Early Signs: A Childhood of Knowing
My grandmother documented my childhood experiences, recording dreams and premonitions that surfaced before I even had the language to describe them. I knew when phones would ring, when people were lying, and sometimes, inexplicably, details about strangers upon meeting them. This wasn’t a matter of guessing; it was a certainty, a feeling that bypassed logical thought.
The world around me was alive with unseen energies. In kindergarten, I sensed the presence of an old man no one else could see while children played. Later, in high school, a classmate’s sudden removal from class triggered an immediate, visceral knowing of tragedy: a violent loss within her family. The next day, her boyfriend was confirmed dead by suicide. This pattern of intuitive dread surrounding death became a constant in my life.
The Weight of Perception: Suppression and Survival
Living with these abilities wasn’t a superpower; it was a burden. Constant emotional overload – crying when around people who felt wrong, sensing illness and impending loss – took a toll. I medicated myself with over-the-counter drugs just to silence the incessant flow of information. Benadryl, then Tylenol PM, became tools for survival, numbing the psychic static.
The deeper issue wasn’t just the abilities themselves, but the societal pressure to deny them. Within the Black community, acknowledging such gifts often meant facing accusations of witchcraft or being dismissed as superstitious. Respectability politics demanded conformity, pushing spirituality into the shadows. The church, while a vital source of community, also reinforced a rigid worldview that left little room for intuitive knowing.
The Ancestral Echo: A Legacy of Suppression
My ancestors didn’t arrive in America empty-handed. They brought rituals, spiritual practices, and an inherent wisdom that colonial forces systematically suppressed. Plantation owners beat down those traditions, replacing them with enforced Christianity. Even after emancipation, the Black church, while empowering, still carried unspoken rules about what was acceptable – and what wasn’t. Mysticism, ancestral knowing, and the raw power of intuition were often silenced.
This historical trauma left a residue. I found myself working in corporate environments, giving psychic readings to colleagues under the guise of “intuitive coaching,” fearing judgment if I were honest about my abilities. The world wasn’t ready for a Black woman openly embracing her gifts.
Breaking the Silence: Reclaiming My Power
The pandemic forced a reckoning. Spirit guides pushed me to channel live on Instagram, and against all expectations, people showed up, seeking healing and validation. The messages that came through were simple yet profound: You are light. You are love. Nothing can take that away from you. This collective resonance gave me the courage to claim my identity as a psychic medium, astrologer, and spiritual guide.
My clients now seek me out because I offer something rare: unfiltered truth. I don’t sugarcoat the process; I demand accountability and encourage radical self-love. Black women are deconstructing restrictive religious dogma, reclaiming their ancestral wisdom, and finding safety in spaces where intuition is celebrated, not condemned. I provide that space.
The work isn’t easy. It demands honesty, vulnerability, and a willingness to confront uncomfortable truths. But it’s also the most liberating thing I’ve ever done. I no longer have to hide. The gifts I once feared have become my greatest strength, and I’m finally free to use them without apology.
This isn’t about magic; it’s about recognizing the inherent power within all of us. The signs are always there, but few are willing to listen. We all have the potential to tap into something deeper, something beyond the confines of logic and fear. The question is: will we choose to embrace it?
