Hi! I’m Trisha.
I’m a psychic, a medium, an intuitive coach and a Native American — which I mention because comes into play with the psychic part.
That’s the part that receives wise, trustworthy, and astoundingly true answers to your big questions.
And that’s why you’re here, right? You want answers.
You wonder things like:
You’ve already looked for answers from self-help books, life coaches, retreats, and maybe even other psychics.
Now, you’re finally in the right place. When we do a reading, you’ll wish you’d found me sooner! But it’s OK, this is just the right time. Go here now to book a reading.
Or, read on.
I know that’s your first question. That’s how psychic I am. 🙂
Here’s the real answer:
Very, very, very psychic.
I have a special talent. I can connect with a higher level—the spirit level. Whether you believe in it or not, it’s there, and it can give you the answers you’re wanting so badly and haven’t found anywhere else.
This talent runs in my mother’s family, and in my Native American culture. It’s a powerful legacy. That may sound like a stereotype but it’s true. We’re pretty tuned in.
My talent showed up at an early age.
I was already on the Native American spiritual track.
Sundays when I was a kid would start with church and end in a teepee. Our tribe, known as the Micmacs of Gesgapegiag Band (pronounced guess ga peg ee ahg – don’t sweat it), met for regular pow-wows, with me dressed in leather regalia doing a rain dance to a cowhide drum beat.
My grandfather, my first real spiritual teacher, taught me about medicines found in the forest, which my grandma boiled into homemade flu remedies, spitting in the pot and asking me if I wanted to taste it. (Ew.) My grandfather guided me to fishing, music, and storytelling, and showed me how to listen and how to feel. “That’s who we are,” he would tell me.
I listened, I heard, and I saw — things no one else could hear or see.
It started with an old man standing tall in my cedar closet. I was 5, and he was dead. Or something. My spirit guide, or “Grey Wolf” as I came to know him, had made his first appearance in my life.
He seemed to speak with only his eyes, but I “heard” him clearly. I spoke to him about Cabbage Patch dolls, teddy bears, and how I could hear them talking to me. He let me know that the imaginary friends I had weren’t so imaginary at all. They were actually spirits from beyond connecting with the 5-year-old girl that could see them.
Grey Wolf scared the crap out of me. I prayed him away, and he did leave for a while. But he’d be back.
Fast forward to college. My spooky feelings crept back in, and instead of fighting them, I got curious. I started performing readings on my family, my friends, friends of friends, anyone who would let me experiment on them.
I gave unsolicited advice to my peers: “You’ve got to study harder, because you’ve got a learning disability. You’ll be out for a year, but you’ll be back.” That was to a classmate who, it turned out, had just been put on academic probation. For a year.
I got a lot of “how did you know that?” looks.
Word started to spread about the strange Native American girl with the internal spirit antennae. Strangers asked me to read them. I would fit them in between classes or push back bar times to accommodate. I told one woman, “You’re going to be a PhD.” She’d just applied to grad school. I told another, “You’re going to pass all your exams but one.” And what do you know…she did.
In my final year at University, the psychic floodgates really burst. I was reading Sonia Choquette’s “Diary of a Psychic” when, from the living room, I heard low murmurs, as if someone had turned on the television. I panicked as I realized this wasn’t the television at all. They were…whispers.
Oh, it gets worse. Suddenly a man’s voice yelled, “Hi!” right in my face. I bolted out of my apartment so damn fast I didn’t even have time to put on pants. I paced in the hallway of my apartment building at 2 AM before getting the courage to go back in, where Grey Wolf continued to talk to me. Yes, he was the voice. I’d wiped him from memory.
I made an appointment with the campus therapist. I told her in our session that I was hearing voices and seeing faces, and asked if I was crazy. She asked me what I was seeing and hearing around her.
I said, “Your love life isn’t going so well, and you’re getting divorced.”
She looked at me. “Wow. Pretty good.”
At the end of our session I said, “I guess I won’t see you again.”
She said, “Why, what do you mean?”
I said, “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
Sure enough, she told me she’d accepted a job offer somewhere else for the coming year. And, recommended I start doing readings for real.
After this, everything changed.
My readings went to a much deeper place. I had access to the multidimensional…people’s values, their fears, their biases, their dreams—their soul. I could hear their spirit guides, their ancestors, angels and higher beings.
Don’t think you have all these beings in your life? You do, and — along with my trusty spirit guide Grey Wolf — they’ll give me all kinds of vital information about your past, present and future when we do a reading.
I’ve been doing this professionally for 6 years now. I’m DAMN good.
I absolutely love doing readings for clients. And I’m happy to say, it’s mutual. My clients are completely amazed at what I know about them right off the bat — things you can’t google or find on Facebook. And they regularly report back to me that what I’ve predicted came true.
What will I see in your life? Let’s find out!
Have questions about how readings work? I lay it all out here.
Ready to book a reading and get your big life questions answered? Let’s get the ball rolling. (No, not the crystal ball. I don’t need one.)
Go here to book a reading now: Psychic Reading. And thanks for being here! I can’t wait to work with you.
Trisha Condo Quebec, Canada. 418 392 1918