From a young age, I could sense things I didn’t have words for — feelings, whispers, and gentle presences that made me feel guided and watched over. I knew I was loved by something greater than myself. Yet, even while I felt this protection, I believed that I wasn’t the intuitive one in the family.

My mother often had dreams and visions that came true. She would pick up the phone already knowing who was calling. My great-grandmother, who lived with us for a time, used a simple deck of playing cards to read energy and predict future events. But instead of being celebrated, their gifts were doubted, dismissed, or quietly mocked by those around them.

So as a child, I longed for that kind of connection — but I also learned to keep quiet about it.

Because I’m naturally analytical (hello, Aquarius brain), I tried to reach the Divine through thought rather than through the heart. I believed the gifts skipped me.

When my family moved from the North to the Deep South just before seventh grade, everything changed. The cultural and religious climate was strict and judgmental. Being different was dangerous. My once-loving relationship with God shifted into one of fear and separation. I thought I had been abandoned by the Divine.

It wasn’t until I moved back to Boston in 1994 for graduate school that something inside me began to reawaken.

While staying at my aunt’s apartment, I found a book about angels on her bookshelf. I felt an overwhelming pull to read it. That single book led to another, and then many more. Through the angels, I began—slowly, gently—to open my heart back to God.

Then, in January 1998, everything shifted.

I was waiting for a job interview and stepped into a bookstore to escape the cold. As I walked past a display table, a book flew off the table and landed at my feet. I placed it back, assuming someone had brushed against it. But it happened again. The book was called Divine Guidance: How to Have a Conversation with God and Your Guardian Angels.

In that moment, I knew — the angels were reaching out. So I bought it. And I devoured every word.

From that day forward, I immersed myself in rediscovering the spiritual world — angel classes, metaphysical churches, Reiki circles, psychic development, healing workshops, expos. My soul felt alive again. I was finally remembering who I truly was.

My family didn’t understand. My relationship with them became strained. But even in that loneliness — with the angels, I felt at home.

Little by little, my intuitive gifts ignited. I began hearing, feeling, and knowing with clarity. And though it caused discomfort for some around me, I could no longer deny what was true.

I am the first woman in my lineage to say “yes” to these gifts openly.

Not because it was easy — but because they were never meant to be hidden. They were meant to be lived, shared, and used to help others remember their own connection to God, the Archangels, the Ascended Masters, and the entire company of Heaven.