Psychic Investigator. Crystal Curator. Tarot Truth-Slinger.
Professional BS-Detector.
Magical shit-stirrer when required.
Hola, I’m Alycia
If you’ve ever felt like the world’s gone off the rails and you’re the only one noticing — hi.
Welcome home.
I’m a psychic and tarot reader, and I help people tap into the energy behind the weirdness, the whispers, and the quiet nudges your intuition’s been trying to shove in your face.
I don’t sugarcoat.
I don’t fluff.
I don’t do “love and light only.”
I do clarity.
I do truth.
I do the spiritual equivalent of turning on the damn flashlight in a haunted attic.
You Came Here to Wake Up.
Somewhere along my own path, it became my mission to guide fellow truth-seekers — the spiritually curious, the intuitively gifted, the energetically sensitive, the “I-know-something’s-off-but-everyone-thinks-I’m-crazy” crowd — to see through the illusion.
Because yes, the world is weird.
But your intuition isn’t wrong.
It’s ringing the bell because you’re meant to pay attention.
Fun Facts about Me (The Unpolished Version)
I’m a lifelong Clairaudient and Clairvoyant
I used to be a crystal skeptic. Now I have… too many. (Don’t ask.)
My favorite place to work? Haunted antique shops.
I read tarot like a detective, not a tarot card instructor.
And somehow, I became the person people call when shit gets weird.
What I Bring to the Table
✨ Brutal clarity (with affection)
No spiritual fluff. No vague statements. You get the message your guides have been screaming, delivered in a way you can actually do something with.
✨ Real talk. Real transformation
My readings aren’t predictions — they’re revelations. Door-openers. Pattern-breakers. “Ohhhh that’s why I keep dating emotionally unavailable raccoons” moments.
✨ Custom-crafted spiritual tools
Crystals, cards, curiosities — hand-picked, energetically cleansed, and chosen to support your journey. No mass-produced nonsense. Just the good stuff.
How It All Started Whittier, 1993
I was two days from turning 16 when I found out my sister had died in a fire. A few months after the funeral, the weird shit started happening—TVs turning on, lamps flickering through untouched bulbs, that electric spine-zing that tells you someone’s there.
That someone was her.
By the time I graduated, I was channeling messages from my sister—sharing them, sometimes being dismissed, but never backing down. I tried doing what everyone else does: college, career, coaching. But no matter how normal my résumé looked, the spiritual stuff always came through.
Eventually, I stopped fighting it and owned what I was here to do: help people like you trust your intuition, explore your magic, and see through the smoke and mirrors of this wild world—with humor, no fluff, and a crystal or two tucked in your bra.
If You Want Fluff, I’m Not Your Girl.
If You Want Truth, Welcome In.**
I’m not here to scare you.
I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to hand you the spiritual flashlight so you can see what’s actually been waiting for you in the dark.
If you’re ready to trust your intuition — not fight it — then let’s walk this road together.
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