05/27/2026
Last week, I made a brief Facebook post about one of my students seemingly being led by spirit to find me.
Not casually either.
Almost the exact same way my first mentor once claimed I found him.
That post opened a rabbit hole in my mind because the deeper I reflected on it, the more I realized this wasn’t just coincidence, clever marketing, or some random online algorithm throwing people together.
This felt orchestrated.
The kind of synchronistic alignment that happens when souls are vibrating on a frequency strong enough to eventually collide.
This particular client had spent most of her life sensing beyond the veil.
Thinking homes were haunted.
Feeling energies others couldn’t feel.
Experiencing things she couldn’t logically explain.
And like many naturally intuitive people, she never fully tried to develop those abilities because honestly? Gifts like this can feel more overwhelming than magical when you don’t understand what’s happening to you.
What fascinated me even more was that her son also appears to carry natural mediumistic abilities, complete with stories that are hard to dismiss as imagination.
As many of you know, I absolutely believe spiritual gifts can run through bloodlines.
Not in a gatekeeping kind of way.
Not in a “you either have it or you don’t” kind of way.
But in the same way musical ability, artistic talent, emotional sensitivity, or even nervous system patterns can pass through generations.
Some families seem more tuned to the unseen.
Some bloodlines carry heightened intuition, prophetic dreaming, mediumship, energy sensitivity, or deep empathic awareness almost like spiritual DNA.
Does that mean someone without a family history can’t strengthen those muscles?
Of course not.
I believe intuition is natural to all humans.
But some of us came into this world already wide open.
And many of us spent years suppressing it just trying to appear “normal.”
I’ve always believed my own psychic abilities stem partially from the unique circumstances surrounding my birth.
The short version?
My mother died while giving birth to me. (NDE).
Her heart stopped for two minutes while I was still inside her body. An emergency cesarean was performed to save both of our lives, and I arrived six weeks early earthside.
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Tracking the Frequency