My Story

At a young age, I was quite intuitive. I was told I was quite stubborn, yet I’ve always seemed to have a deep knowing of how circumstances or situations would play out. I would take time to play in the yard and build chi balls, learning to manipulate and grow what I could feel between the palms of my hands. At the time, I had no idea how important this play was for building my energy. The innocent childlike energy play prepared me, unknowingly in a big way, for the next piece of my journey.

In 1998, My family moved into a very spirited house. An old Victorian home, built in the late 1850’s designed by Stanford White, which we’ve been restoring from the ground up ever since. There is a lot of history around the land and house. Local legend has it that while under ownership of Robert Casey, the name was changed to Shore Acres Inn and it operated as a speakeasy and casino for 10 years. Though, all evidence of this is conveniently missing.

As one would suspect, the house made lots of noises; It’s a grand old house after all. However, the sounds that we heard, dark shapes that we saw were far more than just an ‘old house’. The floors were creaky, yes – but in succession with how the creaking occurs as if someone was walking down the hallway? The doors would slam. You’d hear murmuring of voices late at night, our beds would shake. Despite having these wild stories most mornings or nightmares. Somehow, these stories became nothing more than ways to raz each other and tell each other “ya, you’re crazy” or “Oh, old houses just make noise, that’s normal”.

As the years went on, our stories became more involved. We could corroborate stories with our siblings or friends that had stayed over. Sometimes we talk about it pretty openly, yet the undertone was always… that didn’t really happen. We could talk about our experiences in some capacity yet nothing was ever fully addressed. And in reality, at the time, I’m not sure what could have been done, aside from moving and with what I know now, it wouldn’t have really solved the root of the problem. So, we carried on, each sibling had their own experiences and their own way of coping throughout childhood . As time went on, the spirited house was something fun we’d share during ghost stories, nothing more. It was our home after all.

I went away to college in my mid-twenties. The weird and chaotic-ness that was my life, seemingly had settled down. It was a breath of fresh air to be able to focus on myself. This was when I started to become more aware of my power. The power of having unwavering faith in an outcome, and that or something better would appear. The power of manifestation. The power of faith. The power of the Universe. Though I will admit that growing up Roman Catholic, my relationship and understanding of God and The Universe was a bit muddled. Yet, I was learning that the more unwaveringly that I believed in God Source, the greater manifestations would come into my life. And quite frankly, that was all I needed to know.

As I neared the end of my Masters Degree, it was time to look for jobs. I received a random call from a woman offering me a job for massage therapy in Jackson Hole, WY. She wanted me to start in two weeks. I figured why not, worst case I’ll be a ski bum for the winter while I sort the rest of my life out.

Well, the same day the spa owner had offered me the job, the hotel burned down in the middle of the night. It was quite sad and a big deal for this little town. I decided to forge ahead – no job, I did not know anyone, I had cleaned out my savings and had housing waiting for me if I made it to Jackson by Tuesday at 5pm. So, I left Upstate New York in a hurried fashion the morning after my 10–year High School Reunion, amidst a massive snow storm. I made it to Jackson, WY in about three days and moved into a 450 square foot studio apartment!

I was absolutely enamored with the beauty of these mountains, and still am every time I see them. This land is truly magical. I feel a calmness here, as if this was the place I was always searching for. So, I settled in. Life was seemingly easy here. It seemed that as quickly as I would speak something into existence, it would manifest – sometimes almost instantaneously. Time and time again. The power is in the little things. This is how the journey begins!

Through my massage work, I met a dear friend, Gail. We clicked instantly and she invited me to a spiritual gathering led by her dear friend, Mary Raymakers. Little did we know what a trio we would become.

I officially started apprenticing under Mary in May of 2021. I have been extremely blessed to have been able to learn and heal with Mary in the capacity that I have. The majority of my apprenticeship has been administered in the traditional Peruvian way, which means we spent the majority of our time together. I have been able to learn directly from her, be in her aura and be pulled up into her frequency. This alone is truly powerful.

As I have started sharing more with my family about what I do, stories have surfaced of past family members. There are stories my paternal grandmother shared with me about my great grandmother and her eight sisters and some of the ‘witchy’ past times that they would have. I gather they were much into gardening and herbal medicine.

Growing up, on my mother’s side there were undercurrents of Spirits, outside of the box from our Catholic upbringing, although nothing was ever seriously discussed until more recent years. I have learned that my great grandmother would pray over you and your headache, for example, would go away. I am told she would yawn a lot while she was praying and speak some Italian prayer and then she could tell you if your headache was a result of a male or female, for example, then your headache would lift. 

My great aunt; her sister, was well known around herUpstate New York hometown at the time for reading tarot cards. She would read traditional playing cards and was quite accurate! I’ve most recently enjoyed chatting with my grandmother about the Spirits that visit her during the night. She has seen Spirits in the night for many years. It is fun to hear her stories!

This is my Great Aunt Nicoletta Angrisano reading cards for my Great Grandmother Antionette Angrisano.