When Spirit Shows Me What Medicine Won’t

(The Gift I Didn’t Know I Had)

For most of my life, I thought I was just "paranoid" or "sensitive."
But now I know the truth: I am a spiritual diagnostician.

I don’t say that lightly.
I say it because Spirit has shown me, over and over, what doctors missed. What tests didn’t pick up. What no one wanted to believe — until it was too late.

I see death before it lands.
I feel illness before symptoms make sense.
I sense absence in the womb before a body stops growing.

And for years, I didn’t know what to do with it. Because no one talks about this kind of gift.

My First Warning — The Red Glow

I was a child the first time it happened.
My family and I went to visit their friends and the wife was pregnant, and her belly lit up to me — glowing red, like a flashlight through skin. But the baby wasn’t moving. I told my mom something felt wrong. She told me not to say things like that. The baby was stillborn.

That moment never left me. I knew, and I said something. And I was told to be quiet. I learned quickly that spiritual truth scares people.

My Nephew

Years later, I had a feeling about my cousin’s baby. A heavy, sinking feeling. I didn’t want to say it aloud. I didn’t want to be right. But I was. The baby had encephalocele — his brain developed outside his skull. He didn’t survive.

I knew. I always knew.
But I didn’t want to carry the guilt of being right again.

My Friend’s Daughter

I hoped she didn’t drown.
I remember that thought crystal clear. Out of nowhere, I felt fear and saw water.
And that’s exactly how she died.

You don’t un-know things like that.
You don’t just move on.

You start asking why Spirit shows you these things — and what you’re supposed to do with them.

My Uncle

Long before he died, I said he had a blood infection.
No one believed me. The doctors said no. I asked again — still no.
He died the next weekend of a blood infection.

Spirit told me.
The doctors were just late.

My Dad

He was getting thin. Yellow. Sick. I told my mom something was wrong. Told her to take him in. No one listened. Old school Mexican pride — they thought I was exaggerating.

When he finally went, they found out he had advanced diabetes.
He couldn’t even get groin surgery until it was controlled.
He’s doing better now, but I saw it. I saw it before they did.

What Does This All Mean?

It means I’m not crazy.
I’m not paranoid.
I am a Death Seer. A Spirit Diagnostician. A Witch who can read the body before the body even knows what’s happening.

Some people see auras. Some hear voices. I see sickness. I feel death coming. I notice when the soul has already left the room — or never anchored at all.

I see stillborns before they're still.
I sense decay before doctors do.
I warn people even when they won’t listen.

And I’m done hiding it.

What I’m Doing With It Now

I’m building a spiritual diagnostic service. Not to replace doctors — but to offer another layer of knowing. A sacred check-in. An intuitive scan. A message from Spirit that says, “Hey. Something’s wrong.”

Because sometimes the hospital won’t believe you.
But Spirit already told me.

If you feel something’s off in your body — or your spirit — I’m opening up space to check in with your energy.
This is for the ones who need answers when medicine shrugs.
This is for the mothers who feel something’s wrong with the baby but no one believes them.
This is for the ones who know death is close, but can’t explain why.

Spirit trusted me with this sight.
Now I trust myself enough to use it.

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