There are moments in life that quietly guide us… and then there are moments that arrive like a lightning bolt and change everything.
This is one of those moments.
Before the detectives, before the cases, before any of the work I do, there was a spirit who came to me as a child. I didn’t talk about it back then. Knowing when something won’t be understood, my “imaginary” friend stayed my secret for years.
Life, as it does, moved me in many directions. I became a registered nurse in 1963 and eventually found myself running an acute psychiatric unit. It was demanding work, and I was often called in when others felt they had reached a wall. The interesting thing is, I didn’t see walls the same way.
Where others saw severe hallucinations or silence, I saw a doorway. Fortunately, this was an experimental unit where we didn't want to use any medication except when absolutely necessary, which meant somebody was trying to kill one of us. This was South Bronx known as Fort Apache at the time. Watching the movie about it I laughed because it was too mellow in the movie.
Without relying heavily on medication, I used what I can only describe as an intuitive connection to reach people. Patients who hadn’t spoken in days, sometimes longer, would begin talking within minutes. Not because of anything magical or dramatic, but because something in them recognized they were truly being seen. I learned that hallucinations meant obsession is possession. That's how I saw it and that's how I could see the trauma behind the mask.
That part of my life opened doors I never expected. I was offered a position in psychiatric research at the state level, something many would consider the pinnacle of a career.
And that is exactly when I left.
Yes, I know—perfect timing if your goal is to confuse everyone around you. Having played poker in Las Vegas when it was 21 I was used to knowing how to bluff and confuse people. It was necessary if I was going to win.
Within a year of leaving my nursing career, I stepped fully into working as a psychic, an animal communicator, and a medical intuitive. There was no business plan. This fascinated me and led me to feel an inner knowing that this was the path I was meant to follow.
By 1980, detectives began reaching out, and my work expanded into areas I could never have imagined. Some of you know those stories, and some of you have found me because of them.
But even that is not where this story truly begins.
Because behind everything I have done, there is a presence I have never forgotten.
A guide.
A spirit who first appeared when I was a child… and then returned again when I was 31 years old.
This time, he didn’t just visit. He stayed for three years.
Now, I realize how that sounds. If you’re raising an eyebrow right now, you’re in good company. I would have done the same at one point in my life. Skepticism is not the enemy—it’s often the beginning of understanding.
What matters is what happened during those three years.
It was during that time that I became what I can only describe as a trance medium. Not by studying it. Not by seeking it out. But by being guided into experiences that changed the way I understood communication, energy, and what we call reality.
I will share those experiences with you.
Carefully. Honestly. And exactly as they happened.
Before I do, I want to say something that matters deeply to me.
This work is not a game. It’s not about performance or proving anything to anyone. It is a path that requires responsibility, ethics, and a willingness to stay grounded no matter how unusual the experience may be.
Over the years, I’ve asked my students to write their own code of ethics, their own mission, their own understanding of why they are drawn to this work. Not because there is one right way, but because intention matters.
Always.
If you’ve been with me for a while, thank you. Truly. If you’re new, you’ve arrived at a very interesting point in the story.
In my next letter, I’ll begin sharing what happened when he returned, and the first moment I realized this was something entirely different from anything I had known before.
Some stories take a lifetime to be ready to tell.
This is one of them.
With love,
Nancy
