Hola, I’m Alycia

If you’ve ever looked around and thought, “Are we seriously pretending this is normal?” — you’re my kind of person.

I’m a psychic and tarot reader. I don’t read cards like a camp counselor explaining archetypes. I read them like a detective pulling files, cross-referencing timelines, and flipping over the part of the story no one wanted exposed.

I don’t do spiritual baby talk. I don’t do “everything happens for a reason.” I don’t do glittery bypassing.

I do clarity. I do uncomfortable honesty. I do the spiritual equivalent of turning on the overhead light and letting whatever’s hiding decide whether it’s staying or running.

If something feels off in your life, your relationships, the headlines, the power structures, the haunted doll on your shelf — I help you look at it without flinching.

Because here’s the truth: the world is weird. Your intuition isn’t broken. And you’re not crazy for noticing.

How This Started

Two days before I turned sixteen, my sister died in a fire. A few months later, the house started doing things no one could explain — lights flickering, TVs turning on, that electric feeling that makes your spine stiffen because you know something’s there. It was her.

By the time I graduated high school, I was sharing messages I was picking up. Some people leaned in. Some backed away. I tried building a normal life anyway — college, career, something clean enough to explain at Thanksgiving.

But the intuitive part never shut off. It followed me into meetings, relationships, quiet rooms where nothing looked wrong but everything felt off. For a long time, I kept that part toned down. Polished. Easier to digest.

Eventually, I stopped managing it. I stopped trying to make it normal. I let it be what it is. And that’s when this stopped being something I hid and started being what I do.

What You Get With Me

You get insight that actually lands. Not vague predictions. Not cosmic word salad. Real information you can use.

You get someone who will tell you when you’re repeating a pattern instead of manifesting a soulmate.

You get spiritual tools that aren’t mass-produced nonsense — crystals, tarot decks, odd little artifacts that feel like they came out of an evidence locker instead of a mall kiosk.

You get humor. You get discernment. You get someone who isn’t afraid of the dark corners.

Somehow, I became the person people call when things get strange. When the energy shifts. When the relationship feels wrong. When the headlines don’t add up.

And I’m very good at what I do.