About

My name is DeAnna Anise Nappo. First and foremost, I am a Southern California native, born and raised in Long Beach, CA.  As a child, I moved around a lot. Spending a period of my life living in different parts of Los Angeles, in foster care, aging out of the system at 18 years old.   I am a loving and loyal friend, a sister, a dog mom to the most amazing, and rambunctious rescued Pit bull son, I am also a psychic-medium, and intuitive empath.

Growing up to put it lightly, was tough.   As a child I was faced with so much adversity, that was the norm for me.  The relationship between my mother and father was of dysfunction and turmoil, at the tender age of 5 years old my parents divorced.  It was not amicable, and it was MESSY.  It forced me to grow up fast, and take care of my little brother in the process.   At the age of 6,  I had my first communication with the spirit realm, I was born with my gifts, and became aware of my abilities at a very young age, as so did the rest of my family.   Made for some pretty interesting dinner table conversation, lol.  My great grandmother had just passed on my mothers side, I was extremely close with her, and I held her close to my heart.  It was difficult for me when she passed, and I took it the hardest out of everyone in the family.   About two months after her funeral (which I was not able to attend) she visited me in a dream, I will never forget, to this day the vividness and detail of that dream, it was as if I was sitting next to her having a conversation, just like the ones we would have when she was alive.  In this dream she had told me that there was no faceplate on her grave at the cemetery and that I needed to tell my mom immediately so that the issue could be corrected.  My great grandmother was a very particular woman and that lack of attention was not okay with her.  So of course, I woke up the next morning (Christmas Day) and told my mom about the “conversation” I had with great grandma Gertrude…  My mother said, “You have one wild imagination kid and have no idea what you’re talking about! You have never been there before so you can’t possibly know anything about her plot!”  The whole day I bothered my mom insisting that we needed to take a drive to the cemetery, finally she gave in. So in the afternoon on Christmas day my mother, grandmother, brother and I headed to the cemetery.   Once we arrived, my grandmother walked us to the section and plot number of where she was buried and to my families surprise, her plot was left blank with no faceplate, my mothers jaw dropped to the floor and she was shaking with goosebumps, my grandmother had the same reaction. My mom profusely apologized to me for denying the message I had given to her for my great grandmother.  So you see, I was chosen by spirit at a very young age to be a channel.

In the course of my life I have dealt with an abnormal amount of loss whether it be friends or family of mine that have passed on or even friends who have lost someone close to them.  Becoming aware of my gifts at such a young age, I was forced to suppress and mask them as they were not a part of the “societal norm,” my family of course, as you can imagine, had an extremely difficult time with accepting my gifts.  I felt so beside myself, I decided it would be best not to acknowledge or give them life.  As sad as this sounds, most mediums who become aware of their gifts at such a young age are forced to make the exact same choice.   So, I went on living…   The dynamic of my family and the relationship I had with them progressively worsened, we grew apart, and of course I had no desire to rekindle or embrace the gifts.   Life’s odds seemed to be stacked against me once my mother decided to give up her rights as a parent on my 13th birthday.  Our relationship forever changed.  The beautiful thing about the spirit world is once chosen you are never forgotten.  So life continued on, here and there receiving little nudges and reminders, synchronicities and signs. Although I had made that choice to detach from my gifts it seemed the Universe/God, and the world of spirit, had different plans for me.

My life of conflict and dysfunction continued, as shortly after my 18th birthday I entered into a relationship with a physically, and emotionally abusive man. 7 and 1/2 years was my sentence.  A few good things came out of the pain I endured with this person, those were the lessons I was forced to learn, and a few amazing people that will forever hold a special place in my heart.   One, a dear friend of mine who passed away suddenly and brutally 4 years ago.  In my darkness she was light.  A beautiful soul.  Selfless and loving, a genuine friend.  She kept me hopeful and gave me a reason to smile.   The painful loss of her presence was what inspired me to embrace who I was and to accept and love the gifts that I was blessed with.  On a cold morning in February 2013, my beautiful friend was taken from me.  She was married.  The family members of her now deceased husband told all of the close friends that it was a double suicide.  I didn’t believe this to be true and I had already felt the truth of what happened, that she was murdered by her husband who then turned the gun on himself.  Her husband was a deeply disturbed and troubled man.  My sweet friend took on all of his problems as her own.  So when she passed I immediately sensed foul play.  I asked the husbands family if they would be so kind as to provide me with the police and coroner reports of that day in February, they refused.  Why refuse to provide them to the close friends if what you said happened is in fact what happened?  The way the husbands family acted after my friends passing told its own story.  I had received the confirmation without having to see it in writing.

During this tumultuous and depressing time, I managed to escape the 7 and 1/2 year sentence I was serving, it could have been 8 years, it could have been 10, I could have been dead.  I was close, it almost happened. I saw white, I saw Heaven.  He grabbed my neck and threw me onto the floor strangling me with his bare hands.  Near death, I accepted, this was it, it was time.  Suddenly in divine right timing, my angels came to the rescue.  There was someone knocking on my front door, he left the room.  I got up, ran down the hallway and out the back door, hopping the fence and cutting my leg in the process.  I will never know who it was that knocked that evening, I never looked back to find out.  Safe to assume that I was being protected by forces greater than anything I could comprehend.

A few weeks passed,  I said goodbye to my dear friend.  Her funeral was the saddest day, and as you can imagine, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.  My friend was not close with her family, they abandoned her at a very young age, so it was important I be there to honor her and the imprint she made on my life.  I wrote a beautiful eulogy and read it aloud, I wanted everyone to know how special she was.  Throughout her life on Earth she too,  faced with so much adversity, and through the obstacles and pain, still managed to let her loving heart shine through, bringing so much joy and happiness to those that were close to her.  With the circumstances of her passing being what they were, I felt in my heart that I would not receive any messages or signs from her for a while, as her soul had to accept what happened.  It is a process and I understood this.  A month and a half after her funeral I was home alone cooking dinner, I felt the presence of a spirit, when a spirit surrounds you and are highly sensitive to the energies, you just know, you can feel their presence.  Taken by surprise, I had to assume that it was my sweet friend coming to check on me.  I felt it was her.  Sure enough, a couple of minutes after sensing her with me, I received a message, a flash image of an old email address that I hadn’t checked for almost a year, I took some deep breaths, went to my computer and sat down.  Opening my Gmail, I could not remember the password so I took a few more deep breaths…  After a few attempts, I was in.  Checked my inbox and lo and behold, there it was.  The fifth email down was an unopened message from my dear friend.  Inside was a beautiful quote that read,

“May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.  May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.  May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.  May you be content with yourself just the way you are.  Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.  It is there for each and every one of us.”

I began crying uncontrollably, I had goosebumps and chills all over my body, in that last month and a half I had went through so much pain and loss.  The amount of comfort and love I felt as I read her email was so deep, it’s a feeling I will never forget.  I looked deeper into this message I had received, I knew there was more to the message then just the quote.  The subject line of her email read, “Send this to the top 10 most amazing women in your life”  My friend sent this message to me and one other woman. Which ended up being the second part of the message, I felt this woman had no idea of what happened.  So in that moment I sent her an email, introducing myself, asking her if she’d heard the most recent news about our sweet friend.  I waited.  A couple of days passed and on that Saturday morning in April, I received a reply.  Already anticipating what I was going to read, I took a few deep breaths and opened the message anyway.  I am very in tune with peoples energies, even over an email, so I could already feel that she was extremely concerned about our mutual friend.  Her email read, “I have been extremely concerned, I called her a few times leaving voicemails, I texted her a few times over the last couple of months and I never received a response from her.  She has been on my mind lately, What happened? Is she okay?”  It was so hard reading her email because I knew that I had to tell her about the tragic event that had taken place, I knew in my heart that she was a close friend, like me.  So we exchanged phone numbers, I gave her a call later that day to tell her the sad news.  She broke down crying as I told her details, it was hard for me to tell her, as I myself was still so emotional over everything.  So, it was on that day that I decided that it was time to embrace who I was, who I’ve always been, what I came here to do, to help bring closure, healing, and peace to others with my gifts.  I know if my friend were here physically she’d be so happy with the choice I’ve made.  I know she’s still here with me, proud of me.  I feel her presence every day.

Now, in a different form.

In Forever Loving Memory of: R.A.S.