Hello, my name is Carrie, and I am a Spiritual Medium with the ability to see, hear, and communicate with spirits of the dead — both un-ascended, Earth-bound spirits, and ascended, fully crossed-over ones. I am part Ghost Whisperer, part Ghost Buster, and a bit of a late bloomer.
My first known psychic experience happened when I was 20 years old, sitting in a pew during the funeral for my aunt and uncle. They had been murdered, in a case that was both confusing and heart-wrenching, and my uncle’s spirit was screeching and flying around the sanctuary of my grandparents’ church. He kept dive-bombing the pews that family members were sitting in, and I kept ducking and wondering why nobody else did the same. The dawning realization that nobody else could see or hear what I was seeing and hearing caused me a tremendous amount of distress, as I sat there thinking, “Oh great. I’m hallucinating. One great tragedy in my life and I’ve gone completely insane.”
At the time, I was seriously concerned about myself and told my older sister and my boyfriend (now husband) what I had seen, but no one else. To my great relief, they believed me, did not think I was bonkers, and were supportive and reassuring. I did not know that what I was seeing and hearing and feeling was the result of psychic ability. I didn’t know what a psychic was. I had no idea that it was a thing. My sister told me that she had a friend who worked with a psychic, and her use of that word was a watershed moment for me. This thing had a name.
A lot of years went by before I sorted out what exactly I was and what I could do, and then it was many years more before I found self-acceptance, but that conversation with my sister set me on a path. Condensing the story this much makes it sound all sweetness and light, which it absolutely was not, so I need to state for the record that I have always been hypersensitive to the energy around me, have rarely understood why I feel the way I do, and have spent most of my life feeling “weird” and “different” and thinking that I was both a freak and a nutcase.
I am trying to remember my first reading, my first time actually being able to use my abilities to help someone, but I am not sure. I think it was after a friend’s father died suddenly, unexpectedly, and with a lot of unanswered questions. It was about 10 or 12 years after my uncle’s funeral, and once again I found myself in a church, at a funeral, watching a dead man’s spirit move around the room. I took notes this time, as he stopped to touch his wife and each of his daughters and to speak final words to each of them in turn. About two years later, I was able to deliver the messages to my friend. I wish I had had the gumption to do it sooner, but she did not know that I was a psychic and I just could not find the words to start that conversation.
But now, more than 20 years after that funeral, I find myself in a much different place. It has taken forever, but I am finally comfortable starting those conversations. And I am more seasoned and finally, FINALLY able to see my abilities as more blessing than curse.
I continue to learn — both about myself and about the spirit realm — as I do ever more Readings and handle ever tougher cases. A few years ago, I discovered that I could not only communicate with un-ascended spirits, but with ascended spirits as well, and this discovery sort of blew my mind. I thought I knew the limits of my abilities, and was quite content to live within them. But apparently, being a late bloomer doesn’t exempt one from continuing to bloom.
I admit that Spiritual Medium was not my first career choice, but now that I have found self-acceptance around my abilities, I consider it an honor to help grieving people find and make peace with tragic loss. And I am gratified when I help creeped-out people clear their homes of unwanted ghosts. The work may be unconventional, but it is also incomparable, and I would love to help you if you find yourself in need of my services.