Places you won’t find me.

Pun intended, as a psychic medium.
An ongoing list-

• The Dallas Fort Worth Airport- I have no explanation for this other than it is energetically the ickies airport I’ve had to displeasure of flying out of.

• New Orleans during Halloween- OK I really wanted to do this, but my guides advised against it. They said, “Mistee.. you just like the idea of it. But the reality….” Then they showed me hundreds of thousands of spirits of ALL levels of frequency being extremely accessible. They showed me, as sensitive as I am, just being extremely overwhelmed and panicky and not being able to place why.

• Philadelphia- This is purely because I lived in here briefly in my twenties and I did not like it.

• Basement apartments- I have lived in and bnb’d in many a basement units. But it wasn’t until I stopped having panic attacks almost entirely after moving out of one I’d live in for two years that I finally realized how stressful and alarming they are on my nervous system. I don’t want to be under ground while I’m still breathing.

• Livingston, Montana- I was born here. During a very brie, very intentional exploration of shadow work in sept. 2027, I was reminded of the overwhelming eeriness of the Paradise Valley. With such a sparse population and even more sparse landscape, the bare, dry mountains completely tower over the land below, it feels both like being entirely exposed, and entirely isolating at the same time. There’s a lonesomeness in the landscape I feel I’ve carried around with me on my lifejourney.

• Florida or Alaska- I’ve worked out my astrocartography map, and there going on for me in either of these popular travel spot.

• Hospitals, Schools, Walmart- Fluorescent lighting and grimey tile floors. I don’t like it. Costco ALMOST fits into this list; their savinggrace: their tall-ass ceilings and fro-yo sundaes.

• Kitsap County, Washington- The sky is the wrong shade of blue, and mold literally grows ON your lawn.