Hi, my name is Debby. I'm a psychic and mental medium, card reader, espiritista, healer and Spirit doll creator. I'm initiated into Haitian Vodou, have received my Elekes and Warriors in Santeria and I serve Santa Muerte.

A medium serves as a bridge between this world and the world of the souls of the deceased. I love helping people and passing messages on behalf of the spirits. I enjoyed a creative education in Amsterdam where I learned to draw, sculpt and sew clothes. After a trip to South Africa, my creativity started to flow intensely and I began making big ceramic statues. I was trained at the Netherlands Medium College. During my training, I began to make contact with souls for clients and it was the most amazing thing I ever did.

Encouraged by my tutors I followed an English mediumship teacher training and started my own practice, teaching English mediumship and Magic & Old Religion there.

After a while, I started attending Misa espirituals at a house for Espiritismo (Caribbean spiritualism) in Amsterdam, with strong connections to African Traditional Religions (ATRs). I felt drawn to Haitian Vodou and was initiated into the religion.

After the break up with my Vodou parents Santa Muerte came to me. I have to admit in the beginning I was a bit afraid of her. Since I already worked with the dead I didn't fear death but I'd only ever read bad things about her, and her exterior, well, is a skeleton and that was at that time not one of my favourite things to look at. But when I did a trance session with a shaman she came and took me on a journey. I was standing in a forest and it was nighttime, and then a feathered serpent rose up from the ground and high above me, plunged herself on top of me with open mouth, killing me.

I sank into the ground and laid there for a while in Mother Earth's womb, feeling safe and at peace. Then I rose from the ground, headfirst like a straight board, and was put back on my feet. I was standing outside myself, looking at myself and I was HER! La Negra (a path of Santa Muerte), with nothing on but her black robe and an Aztec feathered crown. And I will never forget, she said to me. "I am like you and you are like me" (not just me, we all are) and I was understood, because if you look through my exterior, the skin enclosing me, I am a skeleton too. And that's what will remain of me when my soul leaves this body. Nothing but bones. I am a walking skeleton.

For the next week, with everything I did I saw my skeleton move. I saw my hands, my face, my body as a moving skeleton and I wasn't afraid anymore. Santa Muerte taught me not just to look through her exterior to her inner spirit, but also through my own, which is a wise lesson at all times for anyone. Now, after getting to know her so well, I only see love when I look at her face and image. I see so much love radiating from her white hands and face that I no longer understand or can even fathom how other people sometimes see nothing more than a creepy skeleton.