How it all started

“From an early age, I could see and hear things that others couldn’t—spirits and whispers from unseen realms. Growing up in a deeply religious family, these experiences went unacknowledged. I turned to my family for support, but my questions about these entities and energies were met with anger or dismissal. Eventually, the trauma of these encounters and a survival instinct buried my gifts. I spent my childhood and much of my adult life feeling guarded against anything that might awaken those abilities again.

Years passed, and I dedicated myself to a different path, pursuing a doctorate and moving out of state for a residency. Everything shifted when my dog of thirteen years—my loyal companion—passed away. I was devastated, more broken open than I had ever felt. For the first time, I allowed myself to fully experience my grief, to let emotions flow without restraint. In that space, the gifts I had long buried began to stir.

Just a month later, my husband and I moved states. New experiences arrived almost immediately. I started hearing messages meant for people I encountered. I’d tell my husband, “I think I’m psychic. I think I’m supposed to reach out to people and share messages.” At first, he was shocked—our conversations had never touched on spirits, energy beings, or anything of that nature.

The first time I shared a message publicly, my husband and I were out for a quiet dinner. Our waiter had just taken our order when a flood of voices descended upon me, all urging me to speak with him about his recently departed father. Tears in my eyes, I turned to my husband and told him what I felt compelled to do. To my surprise, he encouraged me. Anxious but determined, I delivered the message, and all three of us ended up in tears, embracing in a moment of deep connection. That day marked the beginning of a journey I could never have anticipated.

Two months later, on Valentine’s Day, I learned that my out of state best friend had been hospitalized. In that moment of desperation, I discovered my ability to astral travel, guiding her spirit between realms and offering comfort and delivering messages to her loved ones. Through her passing, I entered the role of psychopomp—a guide for souls transitioning to the next life. I was grieving yet profoundly grateful for the chance to use my gifts in this way.

As more abilities surfaced, I felt a pull toward ancient, shamanic practices and sought mentors who could help me deepen my understanding. With each passing day, I remembered more, and these skills returned to me with ease. I learned to travel between realms, sharing the wisdom from my many lives—Lemuria, Atlantis, Egypt, Avalon, and even lives beyond Earth.

After years of mentoring others in both psychic and shamanic teachings, my guides encouraged me to step fully into my purpose. They told me it was time to create a space for this work and that the name of this endeavor should be “She Whispers Wisdom”. At first, I didn’t fully understand this name; I thought perhaps "She" referred to me. But as I continued, re-initiating as a priestess, I realized that “She” is not me. Instead, She is the cosmic goddess, the divine presence who whispers to me each day, guiding me along this destined path. 

My higher self then urged me to remember my role as a priestess, drawing me to the lineages of sacred sound rooted in Egyptian ancestry and the Celtic Sisterhood of the Rose. In this re-initiation, I embraced a new name: Nasira.

Today, I stand fully anchored in my purpose, here to serve and share the ancient wisdom of my many lives. With gratitude, I honor this calling, embracing each part of my journey and offering my gifts in service to those who seek guidance, healing, and remembrance of their own soul's purpose.

Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you. I look forward to walking alongside you on your path of transformation.”