Psychics are the Messengers

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et’s get one thing straight — I don’t create the message. I just deliver it.

When you call, I’m not sitting here crafting the perfect outcome or deciding what Spirit should say. I’m opening the door, letting the cards talk, and trying to translate without editing the parts that make us both squirm.

People sometimes think the reader controls the reading. Nope. The cards already know. My job is to get quiet, shuffle until the energy clicks, and say what shows up — even when I wish it was something softer, or simpler, or more convenient for you (and sometimes, for me too).

Being the messenger means being okay with discomfort. Sometimes it’s “He loves you.” Sometimes it’s “She’s done.” Sometimes it’s “You’re about to level up, but it’s going to get messy first.”

It’s not my story. It’s yours. I just have to deliver the mail, not rewrite the letter.

And let’s be honest — being the messenger is not for the weak. The energy can get heavy. I’ve hung up calls feeling like I just translated divine Morse code in a thunderstorm. But that’s part of the work. The reading doesn’t come from me; it comes through me. I love doing it.

When you ask Spirit for clarity, the answer doesn’t need to be dressed up. My job is to bring the truth, not to make it pretty.

So when I tell you what I see, understand — I’m not predicting from thin air. I’m interpreting signs that are already in motion. I’m reading the weather of your life, not creating the storm.

Sometimes Spirit sends sunshine. Sometimes it’s a full-on hurricane. But either way — I’m just the messenger with the umbrella.

✨ Call for clarity. I’ll read what’s real. ✨