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 held with you.

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.

And, Yes, the lens remain purple. IYKYK

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 and my second home, which was/is an island at the mouth of the mighty Mississippi River called Pilottown. And there you have my roots.

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 Medium and Psychic, however also as a mother, grandmother, wife, friend, and very curious soul. Evidently I seem to be a continued student of Spirit, the occult, and philosophy, and most things of the mystical side of life. I know I do not know everything, and will always be learning, evolving.

My lessons 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. I have NO regrets. Disappointments, well that is another story... Every experience, a jewel. I remain humbly grateful very day for such opportunities and experiences. I look forward to this adventure refer to as life. Forever continuingly learning, experiencing love because I AM.

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. Perhaps this might be why I know the 3 P's of life so well. You see, New Orleans is a grand reflection of such patience, passion and perseverance.

To this day, I am not sure if it is a blessing or a curse to have developed my “abilities.” What I have learned to do best thus far, 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, jewelry making, being a DJ and storytelling. Nahhhhhh...I did not. Still going strong and exploring with fascination.

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 choose to ignore them.

Don't misunderstand here, I totally embraced them in the early days of my youth believing in the cosmic alined creativity as my rebellious eccentricities. It grew. Might even say I was a bit reckless 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 by pushing everything magickal aside. That didn't work either 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. It soulshines through no matter whatI do or don't do.

There were those learning curves with attempting to fit in .....you know, Class Field Trip Chaperone Mom to just attempt to blend in. Again, it didn't work very well by any means again....I still do not understand how signing a Beatles song on the long bus ride was awful. Does not everyone want to give peace a chance?

I admit that there were and still can be, ruthless very sharp and I do mean sharp, cutting deep lessons that have come my way. Like, raw hitting all kinds of ways being uncomfortable for a bit.

And with that....what I did learned is this:

resisting your gifts does not silence them, it just makes them call out even louder to draw you back into alinement. With grace or not....

So you just ought to remember... don't allow anything or one, including your own dam self....steal your joy.

I am here, listening, watching, learning. I might have been there, done that, hence this is what I experienced. And all I can add is that I thank my lucky stars cell phones were not around back then. Yes indeed as I out danced the devil at the crossroads.