Some say I am foremost a Mystic because I walk, talk, believe, live, within the Spirit world. I commune with the elements of nature, with the ancestors and with Saints, God/desses, Guides, Spirits—and most importantly, with your higher self during each sacred session.

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My tribe, lovingly refers to me as a "good Irish Catholic New Orleans Witch” or the Duchess. I suspect it is because of my unconventional, creative, and deeply spiritual perspectives. I see the world through a different lens, shaped by my life's experiences, formal education, and the observation of generations of cultural and mystical wisdom.

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And, Yes, the lens remain purple. IYKYK

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They say I came into this life through a caul (a veil birth breach born) on Prytania Street in Uptown New Orleans. I was reared between the soulful streets of Bulbancha  (original name given by the Native Americans for this out post) or rather New Orleans, as it is referred to today. Add in my second home, which was/is an island at the mouth of the mighty Mississippi River called Pilottown, and there you have my roots.

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My early life was immersed in places deeply steeped in nature, ancestral memory, culture, and spirit. This mystical, cultural backdrop shaped everything. It gave me priceless opportunities to develop and deepen my abilities not only as a Psychic and Medium, however also as a mother, grandmother, wife, friend, and soul being a continued student of Spirit, the occult, philosophy and the mystical side of life.

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The lessons where and remain vast, some luminous, some chaotic, some harsh and some just dam unexplainable magickal adding to this cosmic unique sacred texture creating my foundation. Even the misadventures taught me something vital.  Every experience, a jewel. I remain humbly grateful to this very day for such opportunities and experiences. And I look forward to this adventure we refer to as life.

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My family’s roots stretch back to the late 1700's here in Bulbancha. My father’s lineage played a role in establishing the Port of Orleans whereas I carry this with pride and purpose as it is a deeply rooted ancestral legacy.

 

​To this day, I am not sure if it is a blessing or a curse to have developed these so called “abilities.” What I have learned to do, is not to ignore them. In my youth, my family hoped I was going to outgrow my fascination with the stars, spirits, quantum science, rebellion, and storytelling.

Spoiler alert: I did not. Still going strong and exploring.
You see, my gifts grew louder, deeper, and more refined with age as I did my best to ignore them. It hasn't and doesn't work out too well for me when I do this.

Don't misunderstand here, I totally embraced them in the early days of my youth believing in the creativity as my rebellious eccentricities grew. Might even say I was a bit wreckless and I still will say, regardless, yes indeed, it was fun. No. regrets.

By my 30's, when my children were young, I attempted to blend in pushing everything magickal aside. That didn't work as I quickly learned the hard way Spirit does not like being ignored. Besides somethings are just ingrained in my nature. It is my normal.

Then there were those learning curves with attempting to fit in ..... to just attempt to blend in. Again, it didn't work very well....

there were and still can be some very sharp and I do mean sharp cutting deep lessons. Like, very sharp and raw hitting all kinds of ways being uncomfortable for a bit.   

However....what I did  learned is this:

resisting your gifts doesn’t silence them, it just makes them call out even louder. So with that...you just ought to remember...

don't allow anything or one, including your own dam self....steal your joy.

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Hence, I am here, listening.​