Ancestor Reading

When I open the way, I do not choose who arrives—your ancestors decide. I serve as the vessel, carrying their voices, their signs, their truths. Some come with wisdom, others with warnings, some with tenderness, some with fire. I speak what is given, nothing less, nothing more.

These readings are raw and unfiltered—the dead do not dress their words. I am only the vessel. You receive them as they come: in message, in symbol, in tone. And when they are finished, they close the way themselves.