Hello, my name is Carrie, and I am a psychic.  I am a Spiritual Medium and I have the ability to see, hear, and communicate with the un-ascended, Earth-bound spirits of the dead.

Whew.  That was hard to put out there.  The launch of this website is, in many respects, my coming out, and as the saying goes: I’ve been in this closet so long the hinges are rusty.

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 all I could do, and then it was many years more before I found self-acceptance, but that conversation with my sister set my journey 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, a pinch 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.  I tried to count how many readings I have done over the years, how many times I have introduced myself as a psychic, how many people I have helped with these gifts of mine, and I’m not sure.  It feels like a lot, but I don’t keep detailed records, so all I can say is that 45 of those times were memorable.  Regardless of the numbers, I know that I am more seasoned now, more confident with even the toughest cases, and better able to help people no matter how tragic their loss.  And I know that I can’t hide in this closet any more.  Time to step up and step out.

And so I shall introduce myself to you: my name is Carrie and I am a psychic.  I am a Spiritual Medium and I have the ability to see, hear, and communicate with the un-ascended, Earth-bound spirits of the dead.  And if you have suffered a tragic loss, or have unwanted ghosts in your home, I may be able to help.

6 thoughts on “MY STORY”

  1. Carrie,
    Thank you for sharing! I am so pleased that you are able and brave enough to share your gift.

  2. So brave and amazing, my friend.
    I’m curious: Does your gift bring you more comfort or confusion? I’m sure that’s hard to answer, but I feel somewhere between awe and concern for what might feel like a burden sometimes for you.

  3. Carrie, I am so happy to be able to follow you. You were instrumental in my healing process 4 years ago, and still today I am so grateful to you. Tonight I read every blog and I am both inspired and amazed. I am amazed at your ability to present your experiences with such honesty and sensitivity. I am inspired by your “coming out”, and your willingness to share your gift. Thank you.

  4. Hi, my name is Amber Cardinale. I honestly don’t know what I believe, but any answer seems better than none… And you don’t seem like a nutcase. I just want to understand why. My father killed himself when I was 6 years old. Apparently he had bi polar disorder. I was diagnosed with the same thing. I just want to understand him, and maybe say goodbye.

    • Hi Amber — send me a picture of your father (at any age), and I will see what I can see. Having me take a look doesn’t cost anything and doesn’t obligate you to anything.


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