How my psychic medium heard what I couldn’t say, saw what I couldn’t remember, and brought me answers from places I didn’t know existed

Demi wasn’t just a translator. She was a vessel. When she channeled, she became the bridge between dimensions. Not metaphorically—energetically.

She could feel what needed to be said, see what still needed healing, sense the parts of me that had gone numb because they were never allowed to speak.

She used multiple clairs:

• clairvoyance

• clairsentience

• claircognizance

• clairaudience.

Sometimes she saw silhouettes, sometimes it was more of a knowing, sometimes it came as imagery or a shift in frequency she could feel in her body.

She explained it like this: “You change form when you die. While you can no longer be seen with the human eye, the energy is still present. It’s still here and still around you.”

My dad showed up over her left shoulder, which mirrors my right (masculine side). Vice versa for my mom. They had distinct energies and distinct truths to bring.

Sometimes, I could feel the energy of who she was channeling, especially during the channeling sessions with Jeshua.

Because Demi was grounded and trained, seasoned by her own trauma and clear in her own healing, she could hold it all.

She explained that when she channels, she connects to the spirit level, not the soul level, because the spirit level is where karma still exists. The soul is pure love, neutral, and eternal.

But the spirit—the spirit still carries echoes, regrets, and attachments. Patterns that are ready to be seen and finally released. That’s what we tapped into. My mother’s spirit carried a lot of echoes!