About Noelle

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Most of my adult working life has been devoted to helping people in one way or another. For about twenty years, I worked as a licensed mental health professional in a variety of roles, including ten years providing direct service, followed by management, clinical supervision, and training roles. I grew to love supporting people in those raw moments when you can only hope that what you offer helps enough to make a difference.

Finding My Way Here

I moved to San Diego about thirty years ago, hoping to get a clean start after a very difficult and disorienting time and to try to find my footing. A few years in, a friend told me about a spiritualist church where people received what she called “angel messages.” I was desperate to feel a connection to my grandparents, Mama and Papa, who had always felt the safest to me, so I went.

I received messages from them. I was fascinated. I started attending everything I could at this church, including Sunday services, a Friday night class that I didn’t yet know was a mediumship circle, and a healing class. For about two years, I was a fixture there, learning and experiencing things that were completely outside the world I had known growing up.

Eventually, some difficult things happened within the church and I left. I didn’t do much to continue my training until about a decade later, when I took several brief mediumship classes. I occasionally received messages for people and had experiences with healing energy. I loved all this kind of stuff and engaged with it occasionally when I had time.

In 2015, I had an experience with cancer and underwent traditional treatment. One of the results, aside from still being alive, was that my brain wasn’t working the way it used to. For any idea or decision I tried to make, all I would hear was… crickets. I had to learn to rely on something else: my husband or my intuition—not necessarily in that order. I began developing my intuition more intentionally.

When I Realized I Really Could Help

I found my way to medical intuition, which immediately made sense to me. I wasn’t sure whether my brain would ever fully recover, but I thought, I can do this. I studied with a teacher for a few years and became certified. It became clear that my experiences didn’t always fit neatly into what I was being taught. Sometimes what came through was energetic. Sometimes it was information from the consciousness of someone’s internal organs. Sometimes it was something much stranger and more expansive.

I didn’t realize then that medical intuition was also teaching me something about mediumship until a close friend’s daughter passed away in an accident. About two weeks after her death, I was with my friend and somehow found myself facilitating a conversation between her and her daughter that lasted about two hours. There was laughter and crying, validation and apologies—a deeply honest and healing conversation that, in some ways, they had never been able to have while she was alive.

That experience changed everything. Once I realized I could help people have conversations with the people they loved who had died, there was no going back.

Another friend’s husband passed away suddenly, and I offered to try a reading over Zoom. A neighbor’s granddaughter was killed by a drunk driver. My neighbor, the grandmother, wasn’t interested in a mediumship session but introduced me to her daughter, Jocelyn, who was. What happened through that connection became a powerful experience of what mediumship can make possible. You can read about Jocelyn’s experience on my Mediumship page.

The intense experiences of these loving women grieving stayed with me. I kept thinking about how unfair it felt that I could sometimes connect so easily with someone’s loved one while the person sitting in front of me was struggling so deeply with grief. I felt the nudge and moral pull: I need to teach this. And so I started.

Since then, I’ve continued studying, practicing, and taking classes in mediumship and other intuitive modalities. Reiki was part of my training early on. During COVID, I began taking mediumship classes and becoming much more immersed in that work.

My own experiences have repeatedly challenged those assumptions. When I was learning medical intuition, I was following the process I had been taught, and then a kidney started talking to me. Um, that was not part of the curriculum. I still have to remind myself sometimes to stop deciding in advance where the limits are of what is actually possible in connecting with consciousness and energy.

Living With Spirit

I find spirituality endlessly fascinating. I’ve learned to live with spiritual connection woven into the fabric of my everyday life. Sometimes it’s a message, a feeling, a song that suddenly comes to mind, or the unmistakable sense that someone I love is nearby.

My favorite example is my sister Lisa, who died in 2024. She was always a better cook than me and took great pride in letting me know that, although she would have denied that she was gloating. Recently, she’s been encouraging me to cook more often and suggesting things I never would have thought to use, including olive juice—which I didn’t even know was a thing you could put in food. When I don’t want to cook and I feel her here, she offers to help. I might double-check when it sounds weird, but then I do what she suggests. Somewhat annoyingly, the woman is usually right. My food does taste better. 🙂 Thank you, Lisa!

In another vein, we can also witness our loved ones’ growth. In his life, my Papa was known to be consistently so very gentle in every way. Last year I did a podcast episode with him talking about healing. I will never forget the slight feeling of shock when I received his bottom line to me, which was something to the effect of: “Now get over yourself!” Apparently, he left the over-tactfulness here when he left. However, what I still get to cherish is his timeless commitment to being loving, connected, and helpful. I enjoy our time together now just as much as I did when I could look into his bright blue eyes and feel the warmth of his gaze.

These seemingly ordinary everyday interactions just mean the world to me. The people we love don’t stop being themselves simply because they are no longer here in the physical world. Their personalities, their humor, their particular ways of relating to us can still be part of our lives. That is one of the most priceless things about living within an awareness of the spiritual world.

The Spiritual Life You Want to Live

Maybe you would never want your loved ones in spirit giving you random-sounding advice about using condiment juice in your salad dressing, and that’s okay.

And I mean this with love – that whatever degree of connection you would want with the people you love that are in spirit, I wish that for you—to have the spiritual life you actually want to live in.