Lauren Nichols, Psychic Medium

01/24/2023

2,737 Likes, 7 Comments - Lauren Nichols, Psychic Medium () on Instagram: "Although it’s taken me a minute to post part 2 of the video due to my health crisis as a result of Long COVID, in addition to the time and energy demands of my day job and NIH RECOVER work, this video shows ...

01/24/2023

1,156 Likes, 15 Comments - Lauren Nichols, Psychic Medium () on Instagram: "If someone were to look at my search history right now, outside of “Long COVID immunology study” queries they’d see about 200 queries for “after you light a cigarette do you have to blow on it for it ...

01/24/2023

01/24/2023

3,906 Likes, 14 Comments - Lauren Nichols, Psychic Medium () on Instagram: "Our final night at the - rounding out our first local mini-vacation in over 3 years due to my fight with Long COVID and the still very much active pandemicS (plural, folks!)- did not disappoint! A...

01/24/2023

2,831 Likes, 38 Comments - Lauren Nichols, Psychic Medium () on Instagram: "This is as vulnerable and pure as I can get, and although I wish the deeply unfounded, humanity-limiting and fear-based stigma surrounding and abilities wasn’t a thing, it unfortunately...

10/25/2022

This is my last post from our recent trip - although I have a remarkable spirit video from Gettysburg to share in the next forthcoming post! - and these pictures from the are probably the most…raw…spirit captures that I’ve ever taken.

Was I unsettled when I looked at my phone after taking these? Yes. Did I ask Sally to tell me her story in any way that she could? Also yes. Was I fearful that any spirit making themselves known was evil or “bad” because the pics were a bit on the creepy side? No, because I asked for their truth, and in this case, trauma and disfiguration were very much a part of that truth.

I also asked Sally to share the details of her murder with me, and although it resulted in the most vivid spirit communication dream that I’ve ever had - waking up screaming and feeling as if I was being murdered - the dream is shared below and I have no doubt that Sally was sharing her last moments with me:

I dreamt that I was in the room that we were staying in, only with a few more beds within it, all with white sheets. In my dream I was Sally, and I heard that I was no longer allowed to stay at the property because my sister [I’m unsure if it was a literal sister or not, as this was once a religious area, and calling a female friend “sister” wasn’t abnormal] was spreading lies about me. They were making fun of my size and claiming that I was unfit to be there, and the other girls were talking about and making fun of me, calling me names and falsely stating that I was mentally unwell. The reality was that my sister was slandering my name and seeking to get me removed from my role, and from the mill. The sister instigated and spread all of the unfounded vitriol, rooted in jealousy because I was a star worker and well-liked before she began her smear campaign. Fuming, I confronted her and said that she was a liar, and we got into an argument which swiftly turned violent. I wanted to hurt her badly out of anger and we began physically fighting. I was pushed down and the other girls egged her on, which hurt me the most. I was choked and ganged up on...and then Pete woke me up because I was screaming/thrashing in my sleep!😅

10/25/2022

I have a few more posts to share of from our road trip, but I must say that I feel deeply grateful to be able to share these captures with the world. While my friends and followers know that capturing a full-body in my local cemetery is the norm (but like, how mind-blowing is even that?), to be able to engage in paparazzi fun for our historic brethren in Gettysburg is an honor. Words can’t express my appreciation for the spirit world, their willingness to support my mission of making their continued existence known (and the disbelief and ignorance a hopeful thing of the past, in time), and I share these images out of an abundance of love for them and us all.

And with that, I promised that I’d shared details of our non-photographed experiences within each caption, and as such, a share of our encounters are continued below:

After my husband and I heard the gunshots and smelled the smoke in Ziegler’s Grove, I was on a mission for “more”, since my goal was for Pete to experience even a fraction of what I experience as a medium.

Although I had quite the mediumistic encounter in the hotel room that night (a soldier gave me a rundown of his battlefield experience), the following evening I hoped that we’d have a repeat occurrence of the night before, and so we traversed Ziegler’s Grove once again at midnight.

Although we did hear yelling, rowdy behavior and indiscernible chants in the distance (this wasn’t from the town, which was closed at that hour, but was from spirit) and although I did hear leather shoes walking closely behind us - in addition to smelling horses near Pickett’s Charge - I grew impatient that we didn’t have a repeat experience as jaw-dropping as night 1.

Frustrated, I asked Pete if he’d go into the Cemetery with me (which we now know is illegal to enter after sunset!) and at 1AM we entered the gates, and almost immediately were greeted with an overpowering sweet scent, resembling a mix of molasses and something else that I still can’t quite label. The scent stopped us in our tracks and walked with us as we walked on. Pete smelled every plant and none smelled even remotely of the scent…[continued in the next post].

10/25/2022

A lot is going on with my health at the moment - the same crisis was occurring while these captures were taken during the return segment of our trip - but because I’ve shared amply about my urgent (ongoing and relentless 😔) medical crisis in my stories, this post is dedicated to the thing that brings me the greatest joy in sharing: spirits!

I’ve been obsessed with the since I was a child, with my imaginary friend as a 3 year old being a Civil War naval captain named “Captain Jack”. He wore a blue jacket and pants, shiny brass jacket buttons, shoulder tassels, and had a full mustache and messy orange hair underneath a blue visored hat. In short: as a baby Medium my best friend was a spirit who fought in the Civil War, and my obsession likely comes from a prior life in that very war…but I digress.

Although I’ve been to Gettysburg previously, and although I do not need the validation of spirit pics to “prove” spirit to me (that was a need before I came into my mediumship, however!), my goal of returning to Gettysburg was an attempt at enabling my husband to have a spiritual experience, assuming that the spirit world would be so willing…and willing they were!😍

In addition to the dozens of spirit shots that’ll be shared across multiple posts, the following is a recap of the first experience my husband and I both encountered on night 1 walking the battlefield (note: due to vandals destroying monuments and doing extremely nefarious things in the battlefield, it’s not legal to be on the battlefield after sunset, which we found out via officers on our last night, which is a whole ‘nother story for another time!😅):

At midnight in the Ziegler Grove area of the battlefield, walking and thinking about the trauma of the poor men that fought in the war, both my husband and I heard a series of gunshots in rapid fire. The shots sounded like they were in the distance (it happens when the metaphysical + physical meet at times!). Immediately after acknowledging the shots, we both smelled gunpowder/smoke all around us, despite us being alone in the battlefield and the smell not being present at any point before…(more to share in the coming post!).