My Journey Into Spirit

People often ask me, “When did you first know you had psychic abilities?” or “When did you realize you could communicate with those who had passed over?”

For me, that knowing came very early. I was just a little girl, probably in first grade, when I had my first encounter with Spirit. I grew up in a home that had once been a funeral home, built in the late 1800s. My grandparents bought it, restored it, and raised us there. It was a house full of history, and it didn’t take long before I understood that it was also a house full of Spirit.

We would see orbs floating through the rooms. You could hear the faint sound of pianos or organs playing when no one was there. Shadows of people playing cards would appear and voices would echo as if the walls themselves held memories. I knew, even as a child, that these were not my imaginings. They were spirits making themselves known.

My grandmother, who I now believe was also a psychic medium, guided me through those early years. She only showed us glimpses of her gifts, but she assured me that I was safe and that the spirits were not there to harm us. She gave me the simplest tools for protection and for calming my energy, the very first seeds of meditation. Those lessons stayed with me.

Years later, when I had my own daughter, Spirit made itself known to her too. She was just under two years old when she looked into the mirror of an old armoire and asked, “Who dat man?” I knew in that moment that she was seeing what I had seen as a child. She wasn’t afraid, and neither was I. Instead, it was another reminder that Spirit moves through generations, and that love carries through in ways we don’t always understand.

As I grew older, my psychic knowing remained with me, though I didn’t fully step into it. I would sense when things were going to happen. I could feel when Spirit was close. But it wasn’t until my grandfather passed that I truly opened the door. He came to me immediately with a message filled with pure love and peace, one of the most beautiful encounters of my life. But soon after, other spirits began to flood in, seeking to be heard. It scared me, and I realized I needed to learn how to ground and protect myself, how to choose when and how to open that sacred door.

When my grandmother later passed, her presence was different. She didn’t come with a flood of messages, only with love. She surrounded me with peace and showed me she was near through signs, most often cardinals, which became her way of reminding me that she was always with me. Wherever I went, no matter the state or place, a cardinal would appear when I asked. Her love never left.

Those experiences became the foundation for the next chapter of my life. After years of building a career as an executive, I realized that wasn’t the life I wanted anymore. My children were grown, and it was time to follow the calling of my heart. I stepped fully into my gifts as a psychic medium, and with training, guidance, and practice, I opened myself to Spirit in ways I had never imagined. I learned to connect deeply with my guides, who show me light, protection, and unconditional love. I’ve witnessed angelic presences, radiant with wings of shimmering light and a warmth that is beyond words. Those moments remind me that love is the essence of everything.

Along the way, I added other paths of healing, Reiki, yoga, intuitive practices, weaving them together into a way of life that feels authentic and whole. Today, I get to live in alignment with my soul, offering readings and healings that bring clarity, peace, and love to others. It is the most fulfilling work I could ever imagine.

Through it all, the most important truth I have learned is this: we are love. Every single one of us. And when we remember that, when we pause to breathe and choose to respond from love, we transform not only our lives, but the world around us.

I live now in gratitude. Gratitude for my gifts, for the guides and angels who walk with me, for my loved ones who still reach across the veil to remind me that love never dies, and for every soul who trusts me to walk alongside them in their own journey.

This is the life I was meant to live. A life of love. A life of healing. A life guided by Spirit. And for that, I am endlessly thankful.

Brandi
BreatheLove.Info

Photo in memory of my Grandmother