Hi, I’m Ashley. Psychic medium by birth. Witch by choice. I’m devoted to vintage oddities, haunted bookstores and coffee strong enough to raise the dead. My highest aspirations are to meet a real-life vampire, get abducted by aliens, and someday assist in cold cases and missing persons investigations. Every girls dream, right?

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

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My gifts terrified me for most of my life.  I suppressed them as much as possible yet remained inextricably drawn to magic 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. Light as a feather stiff as a board? Assume the position, ladies.

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Stephen King inadvertently saved my sanity. When I received a message or a vision that scared me (which was often) I'd lock it in a heavy chest that I had created in my mind; tucked indefinitely into my subconscious. My sister's boyfriend gifted me a copy of  The Shining 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 unhealthy marriage, 3,000 miles from everyone I'd ever know. An echo of my former self, I decided to learn tarot. Everything I’d locked away came rushing back with an intensity that commanded my full attention. I started reading for friends and family. They started telling their friends and family. 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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Reading for others awoke something within me. A deep longing for friendship and a sense of belonging. I crafted the first Salem Witches Retreat in 2019 with one simple intention: sisterhood. Purposefully small and thoughtfully curated to be playful yet profoundly healing, like sleepovers of yore. Remember playing light-as-a-feather, stiff-as-a-board? Using the Ouija board and hoping your mom didn't find out? Venting and laughing until you cried? 

 

That sacred magic didn’t disappear with age. It's simply waiting to be remembered. Together, we cast a spell of nostalgia. Woven with comfort, connection and just the right amount of campy enchantment. Witchcraft, and the women it led me to, changed everything. It gave me the courage to choose a life that actually feels like mine. Now, I create that space for other women. 

 

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

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I can't wait to meet you.​

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Stay spooky,

Ashley xo