Hi, I’m Ashley. Psychic Medium by bloodline, disaster by choice. I’m deeply committed to vintage oddities, haunted bookstores, cold cases and coffee strong enough to resurrect the dead. I also talk to ghosts.

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My intuitive gifts showed up early, loud, and uninvited. I used art to channel the messages I received without having to explain where they came from. Lacking the words to explain what I was experiencing, drawing became a silent sanctuary. There was no handbook for my "affliction" in the ‘80s and ‘90s. It was an ancient time of landlines and VHS tapes. My tween brain was heavily influenced by cult classics like The Craft, Practical Magic, Beetlejuice...and it showed.

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I spent years trying to outrun the sense that someone was always watching (spoiler: they were). It simply terrified me. I bite my nails down to the cuticles. Yet, I remained inextricably drawn to magick and the paranormal. I was the sleepover menace who'd casually suggest summoning spirits for fun. Ouija board? Already set up. Bloody Mary? Mirror freshly windex'd. Urban legends? Know them all. I should’ve come with a warning label.

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Steven King inadvertently saved my sanity. Whenever I received a message or a vision that scared me (which was often) I'd lock it away in an iron chest that I had created in my mind. My sister's boyfriend gifted me his copy of "The Shinning" when I was about 15. To my shock and delight, Danny did exactly the same thing when he was overwhelmed by spectral messages. Maybe I wasn't alone, after all? I've been an avid reader ever since.

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I didn't fully embrace my gifts until my early 30's. I was a lonely stay-at-home mom in an abusive marriage, 3,000 miles from everyone I'd ever know. An echo of my former self, I bought a tarot deck just to feel something. It cracked me open like a Russian doll. Everything I’d locked away came came rushing back with an intensity that commanded my full attention. I started reading friends and fam. They started telling their friends and fam. Eventually, strangers from all over the world were asking  for readings (special shoutout to my New Zealand + Australian girlies for working with the time difference!).

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I crafted the first Salem Retreat in 2019 with nothing but hope and mild delusion. It sold out in 48 hours. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one looking for magick, connection, and a break from normalcy.​ Witchcraft -and the women it brought into my life- saved me in ways that are impossible to articulate.  They gave me the courage to walk away from everything that was slowly killing me and create a life that actually felt like mine. Now, my purpose is to hold that space for other women. 

 

A witch never truly walks alone. If you've been searching for your place, welcome home. You’ve found your coven.

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I can't wait to meet you.

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Stay spooky,

Ashley xo