Most people nowadays know me as a psychic, channeler, teacher and advocate for victims of emotional, physical and psychological abuse — but there's so much more to me than that. To say I'm eclectic is truly an understatement.
I'm a Southern California girl, born and raised — though I've lived in Arizona, Mississippi, Texas, and Ohio at various points in my life. I always come back to California. It always pulls me home.
I am a Star Wars fanatic, a superhero nerd, a science fiction and comic book lover. I am an early adopter of technology who was chatting with AI back in 2015 when most people thought it was weird and a little scary. I am someone who throws a legendary Super Bowl party even though I genuinely do not like football. I am someone who believes food is love — and I will cook for you, bake for you, and make your birthday feel special even if I am down to my last dollar.
I am also someone who has walked a genuinely hard road.
At 13 years old, while being homeschooled by my parents and growing up in a controlling household, I manifested my way onto a national children's radio station — before I even knew what manifestation was.
My brother was the first member of our family to find the channel and become addicted to it. I was the last one to get on board. There was no denying that the songs were fun and the programs were cute. And a radio station that had children and teen radio hosts was unheard of — much like it still is today.
One day, they had a commercial saying they were looking for teenage radio hosts in California, and I immediately became excited! Before I even auditioned, I was visualizing myself as a Radio Aahs kid deejay. I also put action behind that energy — called the hosts, sent letters, and made myself known. Eventually, it worked. I got the gig!
I hosted my own segments — Behind the Scenes and Backstage Pass — and co-hosted a live weekly show called Live from Disneyland, broadcasting live on Main Street USA. I shared that hosting spot with four other rotating hosts, appearing once a month. I interviewed guests, attended movie premieres, and got to meet some truly incredible people along the way.
I was able to meet and interview so many incredible people — you might recognize some of these names: Will Smith, Chris Farley, Steven Spielberg, Halle Berry, Patrick Stewart, Jodi Sweetin, Andrew Keegan, Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Devon Sawa, Candice Cameron, Anna Chlumsky, Christina Ricci, Michelle Trachtenberg, Three Dog Night, Benjamin Salisbury, and Jenna Malone — just to name a few.
And the list above? That's just a small sampling — not even close to exhaustive. Through Radio Aahs, my family got to go to Disneyland and Universal Studios once a month, attend SeaWorld, go to movie screenings — Men in Black, Harriet the Spy, Beverly Hills Ninja — and celebrity parties. It was a bright, magical escape during a brutal childhood. Those memories mean everything to me.
And looking back, that experience is where my passion for media, community building, and connecting with people was born.
Before the pandemic, I practically lived at Disneyland. I had an annual pass, a community of strangers-turned-friends I'd met in online Disney groups, and a reputation for turning every visit into an event.
I hosted an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party — complete with a white elephant gift exchange, a ride itinerary, and a sweater contest — for a group of people I'd met entirely online. I ran an Uno tournament at the Honey Bear Café that started as an internet joke and ended with 15 people showing up and more arriving late, upset they couldn't play. I made custom buttons with Disney puns and gave them away to anyone who could find me in the park. I'd post "Find me and I'll buy you a churro!" and people would actually come find me.
I became a bit of a Disneyland celebrity. People would Venmo me to pick up limited edition pins and popcorn buckets when I was there. I gave tarot readings on Main Street. I made friends with strangers and turned them into community.
Oh — and yes, I am deeply, unabashedly obsessed with Star Wars. The Force is very much with me.
Many people assume I grew up in a loving, happy home — but nothing could be further from the truth. Even growing up, people fell for the social masks my parents wore. And I was grateful every time those masks slipped in public. Strangers, friends, adults would gently pull me aside and ask, "Are you okay?"
My father routinely liked to embarrass me at Radio Aahs events. He would yell at me in front of my peers, lie about me to celebrities, say something inaccurate and then blame it on me — "Well, that's what Nicole said" — when I had said no such thing. My mother and brother were both jealous of the attention and opportunities I was receiving. I think my father must have been too. Unfortunately, this and many other things caused irreparable damage in our family. I've been no contact with them for 15 years now — but that's a story for another time.
My parents were controlling and abusive in more ways than one. Free speech and independent thinking were not allowed in our home. My brother and I weren't even allowed to go to school — our only social interactions were neighbor kids, church, and Radio Aahs. My gifts were suppressed from a very young age. The only endeavors I was allowed to pursue were the ones that made my parents look good, or brought some type of benefit to them.
I experienced poverty as a child, and again as an adult — more than once. I survived three deeply toxic relationships. I have been betrayed by people I loved and trusted. I have been evicted, homeless, and completely alone. I have no partner, no safety net, no one paying my bills. Everything I have built — and rebuilt — I have built myself.
I was recently diagnosed as neurodivergent, and it was both shocking and soothing to my soul. Suddenly so much made sense. But I also ached and grieved for all the potential opportunities that had been lost due to decades of this going undiagnosed.
I'm sharing this with you because I want you to know that my life hasn't been easy. I've been through some genuinely difficult times. I had no mentors, no family, no backup — and many times, no support at all.
But I did have spirit guides, curiosity, grit, and an urge to keep going.
That's how I know I can help you too. Most of the spiritual mentors I find online have come from a privileged life, or they claim to be expert manifestors yet behind the scenes, they have a rich family or spouse paying their way. That's not me. I've been through the muck and the mire. I know how it feels to be in the trenches with nothing else — not even hope — just a mere drive to survive.
Life has changed me in profound ways — I am not the same person I was five years ago, and I won't pretend that everything I've been through hasn't left a mark. But somewhere in all of it, the hardships and the losses and the betrayals worked to deepen my compassion and my understanding of what people go through — in their darkest moments and in their brightest ones.
So this is me — completely honest about who I am and where I've been. When you work with me, you're working with a spiritual warrior who has refused to stay down. I've been through hell and back. I know what it feels like to be in the dark with no one to call.
Because of everything I've walked through — especially growing up in an environment where my beliefs were controlled and my spiritual gifts were suppressed — I have a deep and unwavering commitment to something I call spiritual autonomy.
Whatever you believe, whoever you worship or don't worship, whatever path you're walking — I am not here to change it. I am here to meet you on it.
You can be a devout Catholic and a psychic medium. You can be a Muslim, a Jew, a Buddhist, an atheist. You can believe in energy but not spirit guides. You can believe solely in pure love and light, or believe in balance. You can believe there is only love waiting in the afterlife, or you can believe something else entirely. Your intuition is part of the God spark that lives within you — and you never have to choose between your faith and your gifts. All of it is welcome here.
Many spiritual circles and mentors want you to have a belief system that matches theirs. I know — because I've been a member of some of those circles. A mediumship group I was involved with years ago asked me to leave when they learned that I believe in dark energies and attachments. I hadn't even mentioned it to anyone during the practice session. Another member found a Facebook post I had written about it, and just like that, I was out of the group.
You believe what you do for a reason. I believe in your divinity, your experiences, and your impressions. I'm not going to gaslight you into changing your beliefs so they match mine. I'm ashamed to say I used to do that, years ago, because I was fully convinced I was right and others were wrong. But life has shown me that even our deepest beliefs can change in time — and no one has all the answers. Not you. Not me. And that's one of the things that makes the spiritual journey so interesting and so adventurous. Believe what you want. I'm not here to change it. In fact, I might even learn from it.
Also — dictating what people need to believe is what cult leaders do. Just saying.
I also believe deeply in mental health. If we're working together and I ever sense that the line between your spiritual world and your physical reality is becoming dangerously blurred — I will gently and lovingly say something. Not because I think seeing a ghost makes you crazy. Lots of people are haunted. But because your mental health is the foundation of everything else, and I care too much about you to stay quiet when it matters.
So if you tell me that you are the divine reincarnation of Cleopatra's third cousin twice removed, and you've been summoned by a one-eyed talking greyhound from hell and told to sell all your belongings, fly to Egypt, and dance naked on top of a pyramid to save mankind and appease the anger of an angel from Jupiter named Idlwiidae... we're going to have a conversation. 😉
"But you just told me you wouldn't judge or tell me what to believe!"
That's true. I did. And I meant it — within reason.
I didn't choose this path. It chose me.
And it all started when I decided to decorate my house for Halloween.
I'm a huge Disney fan — shocker, I know — and I wanted to recreate the seance scene from The Haunted Mansion ride in my front yard. To do it right, I needed a round table, a chair, a crystal ball, and tarot cards. I had a very limited budget and a big imagination.
So I went on Amazon and started searching. And then I found it — a deck called The Wizard's Tarot. Beautiful, intricate, unlike anything I'd seen. It's now out of print. There are other decks with similar names, but none of them are this one.
It was more than I wanted to spend on decorations. So I kept looking. But that deck wouldn't leave me alone. For about a week I searched for something — anything — else in my budget. Nothing came close. Then one night, at one or two in the morning, I couldn't sleep. That deck was all I could think about. So I got up, went to my computer, ordered it, went back to bed, and completely forgot about it.
A few days later, a package arrived from Amazon. I genuinely couldn't remember what I'd ordered. I opened the box — and it felt like Christmas. Like someone had sent me a gift. My face lit up. And the moment I held those cards in my hands for the first time, I knew.
I knew there was something special about them. As I flipped through each card, there was an unspoken power, a wisdom veiled within the artwork that I could feel even if I didn't understand it yet. The thought of these cards blowing in the wind, getting wet, having sticky candy fingers all over them — it made my blood boil. There was no way these were going to be decorations.
So I did what any sane person would do.
I decided to learn how to read them.
I bought a stack of books. I signed up for an online tarot class. And I learned very quickly that I had a natural knack for it. I rose to the top of the class fast, became the teacher's pet, and within a short amount of time everyone wanted to practice with me because they knew they were going to get a good reading. My accuracy was, to put it plainly, off the charts.
After just a few months of learning, I started doing it professionally. Cheap — like five dollars a reading — but professionally. I brainstormed a name with a friend, landed on Guiding Echoes, built a website, started posting on Twitter, showed up on directories and Fiverr. Within weeks my audience had grown by leaps and bounds.
And then something unexpected started happening.
As I read tarot for complete strangers, spirits started wandering in. I didn't understand it at first. I'd be mid-reading and sense a presence — sometimes see a figure clearly in my mind, like a memory of someone I'd never met. There was always a message attached. Sometimes the presence was so strong it was distracting, and I'd have to stop and say, "I'm so sorry — I feel like there's a spirit here that wants to talk to you." And they'd say yes. They knew exactly who it was. They'd walk away having paid five dollars for a tarot reading and gotten a mediumship session on top of it. I'd walk away buzzing — not even fully understanding yet what had just happened.
It was actually someone else who pointed out to me that I was a medium.
And that's how Guiding Echoes got its start. Every time I've tried to leave this path since then, it pulls me back. Every time I've tried to build a career doing something else, something strange happens — an injury, a layoff, a department dissolved. The most unlikely string of circumstances keeps redirecting me back here.
That's how I know I'm truly meant for it. That's how I know it's my soul's purpose.
Because I can't escape it. And the truth is — I don't want to.
Nearly two decades later, I have sat with Hollywood executives, TV personalities, lawyers, politicians, scientists, and pastors — people from every walk of life and every belief system, many of whom would never publicly admit they came to a psychic. But they came. Because somewhere deep inside them, they knew there was more.
There always is.
I will show up for you. I will celebrate you. I will be honest with you even when it's not what you want to hear. I will never tell you what to believe or who to be. I will meet you exactly where you are — in your trauma, in your bliss, in your confusion, in your becoming.
I believe in you more than you believe in yourself. That is not a line. That is a promise.
And if you ever need someone in your corner who has actually been through the fire and come out the other side still showing up, still compassionate, still looking for the next moment of joy —
Hi. That's me. I'm Nicole. Let's get to work.