Years before my mediumship journey began, I stumbled upon Dolores Cannon's Three Waves of Volunteers. When I read about lightworkers, I felt my whole body surge with Spirit Chills - the unmistakable vibration of truth. In that moment, I knew I was one of them. 

Fast forward several years - one month after my boyfriend's death, his handprint appeared on my living room window. That was the day my mediumship journey truly began. It was the day he reached through the veil to remind me that true love never dies. 

Following the handprint, I began to have vivid dream visitations, spontaneous out of body experiences, and a powerful kundalini rising during the Breathwork class he led me to. He led me to many people, places, and experiences that deepened our communication and opened the door for me to explore mediumship, animal communication, tarot, and healing. His handprint remained on the window for six months, until I moved from that apartment.

These experiences showed me that mediumship isn't only about evidence, but about love, healing, and remembering who we really are. Each connection is an invitation - not just to reach across the veil, but to feel more deeply alive here and now.