Today we’d like to introduce you to Crystal Judy.
Hi Crystal, can you start by introducing yourself? We’d love to learn more about how you got to where you are today?
I have always been highly sensitive, experiencing the world through precognitive dreams and deep, unshakable knowing’s that others simply didn’t understand.
Growing up in a Methodist, and later Evangelical Presbyterian home, I was taught that my gifts were dangerous and given every reason why I was wrong. Whenever I became overstimulated from processing the energy of everyone around me, I was told I was being too sensitive or too dramatic. I was never educated on how to regulate my sensitivity, and I don’t blame my family, they just didn’t know.
Without those tools, I eventually found alcohol and drugs, spending sixteen years in active addiction with periods of sobriety. I firmly believe that all alcoholics and drug addicts are highly sensitive people carrying the same core wounds, we are either empaths or narcissists who were never taught how to manage our sensitivity. The empath says, “if I can control the environment, I’ll be safe”, while the narcissist says, “if I can control myself, I’ll be safe.”
I had my son in 2001, three weeks before my twentieth birthday. By the time he was twelve, I realized I couldn’t keep him safe, and the pain of sending him to live with my family due to my addiction was immense.
In 2013, when I was thirty one, the physical toll caught up with me. I was admitted to Johns Hopkins for a week with myocarditis and non ischemic cardiomyopathy. I was released on June 10, 2013, but I continued to use for another year.
The true turning point came right before my son’s thirteenth birthday. I asked him what he wanted, and with tears in his eyes, he looked at me and said, ” I want you to go to rehab.” That was my first spiritual awakening. I knew without a doubt that I was the reason for his pain, and I agreed.
His birthday is June 1st, and I went into treatment on June 9th. My sobriety anniversary became June 10th, exactly one year to the day after being released from Hopkins. I spent a year in long term treatment, which ignited my journey of healing. From there, I worked in treatment centers for three years, and then spent five years at the health department, including three as a peer support supervisor helping others navigate mental health and addiction.
When I was three and a half years sober, 2017, my son’s dad overdosed. We were with him the night before he passed, and intuitively, when he said goodbye, I knew it was the last time. It felt like slow motion in the moment, even though my conscious mind wasn’t ready to accept it. I have carried this gift of knowing when it’s the last time I’ll see someone my entire life.
Our son was sixteen, and his dad used to joke that if he went first, he’d haunt us. He absolutely made good on his word. He started sending signs, songs, and people to get our attention. Six months apart, I met two people through my job who had attended a group mediumship event together, and both relayed messages to me from him. One of the women didn’t even know him, or that we were connected, yet she shared exactly what had happened, said his name, and shared details that undeniably landed.
Against my better judgment and lingering religious indoctrination, I went to see a medium with two other friends. His dad was the first spirit to arrive, and he stayed for the entire three hours. I healed more in those three hours than I had in two years of therapy. I left with the absolute acceptance that death isn’t the end. I still wasn’t connecting the dots about the full extent of our gifts, which my son shares, but the door had been opened.
Between 2019 and 2021, my physical health plummeted. I suffered severe digestive issues, endured test after test, lost my gallbladder, and was put on six daily medications. It was a complete medical merry go round. After the final round of tests, a doctor looked at me with pity, treated me like a hypochondriac, and told me I was healthy.
One day, driving home from work, something simply told me to try Reiki. I had heard of it but didn’t really know what it was. I called a friend who sent me to her friend, a Reiki Master. I went, felt awful after my first session, went home, took a bath, drank water, and slept.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a thousand times lighter, and I knew instantly that I was going to learn and practice it. The more I learned, the more I remembered, “like I’ve done this before.” I started regular sessions, my stomach healed, and within a year I was completely off all six pharmaceuticals. Today, I am a Reiki Master Teacher, utilizing it for kids, adults, animals, the land, ancestral clearing, and spirit crossing.
As my intuition expanded, I wanted to relearn Tarot. At fifteen, my dad had lectured me on why using cards was wrong, so I had put them down. Looking for resources, I found that everything available was about memorizing keywords and definitions, and my brain simply doesn’t learn that way.
When I realized there wasn’t a game to help people learn, I created one, Tar- O- Nocculys. It is a game that strengthens intuition through play, teaching Tarot as a natural result. Community is at the core of the game. I had felt so alone navigating my own journey, having only one friend in Maryland with similar experiences, and I used to preface my intuitive hits by saying, I know this might sound crazy, but… I finally realized I wasn’t crazy; my hits were being confirmed in real life.
In the game, we write our intentions on a worksheet to spell them into the material world. Players build a Tarot spread, collecting two cards each round. The player offers their interpretation first, Moonchild the guide asks prompting questions, the community shares their intuitive hits, and then Moonchild follows with keywords, definitions, planets, signs, and numerology. Beginners build a six card spread, intermediates build an eight card spread, and advanced players build a ten card spread. Players can roll a die to determine their spread or pick from eight options based on their intention.
The only real rule is that everyone starts on The Fool, because the entire game is based on intuition. It is amazing to watch how everyone’s brain and intuition works; some count and make logical choices, while others, like myself, feel and move through it energetically. People walk in as strangers and leave as friends.
I’ve been hosting game nights in Colorado Springs since the spring of 2024. Currently, I have a designer working on the board and an artist working on the cards, while I build a comprehensive Intuitive Tarot Certification Course and an Affiliate Program so others can become Moonchild Facilitators and host their own game nights.
My move to Colorado was born out of burnout from my addiction work. While I was out on FMLA, the county posted my job and gave me twenty four hours to reapply upon my return. I gave them my notice and moved. I was tired of spending my days in the “dungeon” a windowless office. I have never once regretted that decision. And I knew if I didn’t, my son would stay in Maryland forever, and I desperately wanted him to explore. He recently moved to St. Petersburg, Florida, with his friends, a move they had been manifesting for ten years. I’m so proud of them, and of myself for encouraging them to chase their best lives. I’ve become the person I prayed for as a child to the next generation.
For my first six months in Colorado, I volunteered with Hospice. Then, in January, a job dropped into my lap working as an overnight caregiver for the dying. I didn’t think I would like it, but it turns out I love it! I feel so honored to honestly witness and support the sacred transition.
Society celebrates birth, but we ignore the pain and trauma of a soul entering this heavy dimension, and it feels wrong to me that we don’t bless the baby as soon as they’re born; they need all the help they can get. Conversely, we mourn death, which makes no sense for a life well lived. Natural death is peaceful. They are simply going back to Source, to Oneness. They aren’t gone, they are transformed, but our heavy grief prevents us from seeing this.
I act as a witness for these individuals. I use Reiki to ease their discomfort and help them release the heaviness they carry, which makes the transition of releasing the physical body easier. I have had the beautiful gift of helping many transition, including a few grandparents, walking them to the threshold and handing them over to their guides, ancestors, the angels, and Source.
Through this work, I also noticed I was being called to different places to help heal the land with grid healing, the ancestors, trauma, and spirits. My travels have taken me to Sedona, Mt. Shasta, the Redwoods, Crater Lake, Skinwalker Ranch, Utah, Colorado, and St. Augustine, Jamacia, Dominican Republic, Mexico. I go, I feel, and I have channeled the spirits of these spaces.
In St. Augustine, we stayed in Lavender’s Room at the Kenwood Inn. I was on cloud nine because I had just met an astronaut at Cape Canaveral. I set my intentions and protection upon arrival, and the previous owner hugged me and said, “Welcome home.” But when we got to the room, the heaviness was immediately palpable. The room had rafters, and one wall was an energetic portal. Within minutes, I was colder than I’ve ever been in my life.
The local story claims Lavender was a young white woman who fell in love with a prominent doctor and was stabbed after threatening to tell his wife. But history is clearly written by the winner. Curled up under the covers in sweats and a hood, shivering and feeling an energy I knew wasn’t mine, I tuned into her outrage. She felt like an animal at the zoo, with tourists drawn to her home for a haunt while never actually seeing her or hearing her pain.
I allowed her to process. I learned her name wasn’t Lavender, though she wore something of that color. She was Creole, accompanied by two young children, and pregnant with the good doctor’s child. He killed her because he didn’t want her to have the baby. She showed me a glimpse of the brutality she endured, but I begged her not to tell me what happened to the children because my heart simply couldn’t take it. Instead, I shared my own pain of losing my child to addiction when I had to send my son away.
She felt seen and heard. I validated her sacred rage and wasn’t scared of it, knowing it needed to be shared. I offered to cross them, but she wasn’t ready. I left a crystal under the bed, sent Reiki to ease their grief, and told her to come to me in a dream when she was ready.
As quickly as the intense energy started, it was over. I got in the shower just to warm up, and though I wasn’t going to wash my hair, my guides explicitly told me to put my head under the water. I listened, got in bed, and passed out into a heavy, dreamless sleep. By the next morning, the energy in the room had shifted and felt much lighter. The previous owner asked what I had picked up on, and when I shared the truth, she confirmed she knew the spirit was a woman of color, though she hadn’t realized she was pregnant.
A few months later, on May 31st, my dad’s birthday, she came to me in a dream with the children. I didn’t remember it when I first woke up; it hit me later while I was driving. In the dream, she told me she was ready. I called to her guides, ancestors, angels, and Source to help them transition. I watched a doorway open. She handed the first, then the second child to someone as I sent Reiki. Before she walked through the door, she turned back, nodded to me, and crossed over. It was the night before my son’s birthday, which was no coincidence. It was an incredible honor.
The energetic work continued in 2024 when I went to Florida for three weeks. The spirit of Henry Flagler seemingly followed us from St. Augustine, to Orlando, to Key West, and finally to West Palm Beach.
I had been having a recurring dream about a Gilded Age mansion featuring a red ornate wallpapered library, white pillars, and a mezzanine upstairs with rooms dedicated to the spirits that lived there. It was an old mansion, but it had updated indoor bathrooms and electricity. In the dream, I was searching for a book in the library, terrified of a statue in the courtyard that I couldn’t fully see.
We were headed to the Riddle House in West Palm Beach, one of the most haunted locations in Florida. My GPS suddenly glitched out, and I looked up to see Whitehall Manor, Henry Flagler’s mansion. I didn’t make the connection between Whitehall and Riddle, or that the Riddle House was built from the scraps of Whitehall, until this year.
But looking at the mansion that day, I saw the exact white pillars, the mezzanine, the bedrooms dedicated to the Spirits who stayed there, the updated showers, and the electricity from my dream. The courtyard statue was Venus trying to escape goblins. The library had the red ornate wallpaper, with two books sitting on the desk: the Bible, and a book about Icarus. Icarus flew too close to the sun, just like Flagler, who died from a fall down the marble steps of his own home, a home built on the backs of those less fortunate.
I cleared the home with Reiki. It is deeply mirroring the timeline we are on right now with AI, a Gilded Age of wealth and an industrial boom built on the backs of others. Tellingly, Whitehall sits just three miles from Mar- A – Lago, affirming that we are on the exact same timeline one hundred years later.
This journey has been incredible. I have been in Colorado for two years navigating a void period of deep healing. I believe that when we heal ourselves, we also heal our ancestors, moving forward and backward on the timelines.
My son is now twenty five and profoundly connected with his higher self, which makes my heart so happy as a parent. I don’t have to worry because he is listening to his guides, and I know his dad is one of his main guides, providing incredible support from the other side.
Through this void period, I have been learning about personal sovereignty, healing relationship patterns, investing in myself and others, and honing my discernment. My block game is on point. I no longer have room for those who drain me and refuse to take responsibility for their own healing.
As a guide, I unintentionally trigger people who aren’t healing their shadows; they either rise and start their healing, or they project their internal feelings onto me. I’ve learned to hold my boundaries, not take it personally, and transmute the energy with gratitude for the lessons and the love shared. Reason, season, or a lifetime, my circle is intentionally small.
My season in Colorado is coming to an end. When my business class finishes in July, I am turning my energy to Florida. I miss my son, I know we have work to do together, and he truly fills my spirit.
My long term goal is to travel and heal the spirits of the land and spaces. I want a van to chase the sun, a dream I’ve held onto since I was eighteen. I want to bring Tar- O- Nocculys to different locations, building community wherever I go, and empowering others to enjoy the success and financially benefit from it as well.
I can see myself traveling until I feel a place out to call home. I see myself opening healing locations, communes, to share our gifts with each other and teach our children how to meditate, play, ground, heal themselves and others. Places we live off grid, healing the land and living in gratitude and reciprocity with each other, the land, animals, and spirit.
It is time we stop investing in the systems that are trying to keep us reliant, and start investing in ourselves, our purpose, and our community.
What a beautiful journey it has been with many dark nights which have led to the most profound awakenings. It has been a journey inward to find myself and remember why I came here to help humanity in this pivotal transition time.
My mantra in difficult times is “my life isn’t falling apart, it’s falling into place”, or “thank you to those who have hurt me, for the lessons, for the love.” For how much did they have to love me to teach me the most difficult lessons? Judas gets a bad wrap, but if we have soul contracts to fulfill, he did what he needed to in order for Jesus to become who he needed to become. In my eyes that was the highest form of love, and Jesus knew this and was able to forgive.
We are all just walking each other home to our innermost selves. I am truly grateful for this journey.
I’m sure it wasn’t obstacle-free, but would you say the journey has been fairly smooth so far?
Staying in long term treatment for a full year was a grueling process of relearning how to live. When I first got sober, I knew absolutely nothing about myself, to the point where I genuinely thought I wore a size seven and a half shoe, only to discover I am actually a size eight. During that year, I had to detox from Suboxone. It was a long, brutal detox that proved to me with absolute clarity that synthetic pharmaceuticals are poison, leaving a wreckage in the body that is significantly harder to clear than heroin.
Three years into my recovery, when my son’s dad overdosed, and I had to be the one to go to the school and completely shatter his world. He was sixteen and did not want therapy, but I held a firm boundary and told him we would do it together. I made it mandatory for both of us so we could learn how to grieve in a healthy way. Because his counselor was based directly in the school, he had a built in advocate whenever he was triggered by the heavy reality of his loss, like when dealing with the haunted house of addiction. My rule was simple: talk to your counselor, and if they gave the okay, you can leave. We did individual and family sessions. Navigating my own grief alongside my son was incredibly difficult, yet beautiful, and it ultimately brought us much closer together.
While this journey has required immense personal sovereignty, it was never walked entirely in isolation. From the very beginning of my recovery, a core group of women and men formed a true community around my son and me, sitting with me in the heaviest depths of my grief and fiercely celebrating our wins. They showed up for us at every single turn, anchoring us so deeply that at my son’s seventeenth birthday party, he and his friends actually came outside to hang out with my friends. The kids told us we were the fun adults because we tell them the absolute truth and never sugarcoat things just to manage feelings. Those are real, authentic relationships built on a foundation of mutual respect, trust, and love, and these beautiful souls have been right beside us for the entire journey.
Then came years of exhausting medical tests, being completely unable to eat, and losing forty pounds after my gallbladder surgery. Having people constantly comment on my weight was another deeply challenging time. In the recovery community, the immediate and toxic assumption when a person drops dramatic weight is that they are using again. Facing that relapse stigma added a layer of deep situational pain to an already grueling physical battle.
When I started expanding into my purpose, navigating how to actually create a game from scratch became a massive challenge. I had to figure out copyrights versus patents, write the book, manage manufacturing logistics, and hunt down artists who would actually follow through in a timely fashion. Building a new community in Colorado on a highly limited budget, tracking down spaces to host the game, and finding affordable rental space for Reiki sessions felt like an uphill battle.
To scale, I enrolled in an accelerated business class, attending one to three days a week for nine months. It has been an incredibly frustrating experience. My teacher is still asking me what my business even is, because the class is built strictly for already established corporate structures. They constantly push us to use AI as the primary tool, which has been entirely unhelpful to me. The technology acts condescending, routinely refuses to follow explicit instructions, and actively gaslights my expertise simply because of the spiritual field I work in.
When I first moved to Colorado two years ago, I only knew five people. A brutal relational shedding took place this past November when they sat me down and told me I had sold my soul to the Reptilians for using Kambo to regain power. My response to them was direct: you clearly don’t understand the medicine, because Kambo isn’t about power, it’s about purging what no longer serves us.
Knowing my deep spiritual beliefs align with Yeshua and the Gnostic belief of know thyself, they told me I needed to get closer to Jesus. It was a total punch to my gut, but I stood firm in my boundaries. I recognized the pattern immediately as the exact same cult like group think I had experienced within the church and my own family, and I walked away.
Since arriving, I have shed about fifteen people and outdated patterns. It has been a powerful time of deep sovereignty where I have been able to practice speaking my truth directly and unapologetically, completely without emotion. I have learned to stand firm in what I will and won’t accept, practicing not allowing others projections and their own unwillingness to focus on their healing work define my truth. This path required absolute surrender; I moved again in November with only one hundred and fifty dollars in my account. Yet, at every single point, it has been a time of deep trust, and I have been continuously met with Angels and a safe place to lay my head.
The financial reality of moving to Colorado tested every ounce of my resolve. I brought twenty five years of experience to the table, applying for fifty different restaurant and peer support positions, and received absolutely zero callbacks. I was forced to burn through my entire life savings over a year and a half just to survive before the caregiving job finally arrived in January.
During this time, I also experienced a heartbreaking lack of energetic exchange in the local community. I personally referred five clients in a week who all scheduled appointments with another healer friend, yet I have not been able to manifest customers for my own practice despite my efforts. I am genuinely happy to help others succeed, yet I am not experiencing that same reciprocity in return.
Now, following Spirit to move across the country again with limited funds while being starved out of Colorado is frustrating to say the least. My business is doing worse now than when I first arrived, and the state feels like a total block. Spirit is closing every single avenue of lack to force a total surrender to the next phase of my calling. I have to find a brand new place to live and practice in another state, though the saving grace is that my caregiving job is a franchise with locations in the area, so employment is already secured.
Even with all of these challenges, I still clearly see Spirit at work. I have learned to look at everything purely as information, rather than good or bad, and this shift in perspective is exactly what let me know my time in Colorado has come to its natural conclusion. I have learned that I do not need a map because I can completely trust myself and my unique intuition. These past two years have shown me that no matter what is happening, if I am truly listening to and caring for my body, trusting Spirit, and helping others, I will always be provided for. It doesn’t matter what the heavy reality looks like in the external world. I have learned to return directly to my intention whenever my mind gets squirrely, pausing to ask how I want this to turn out in the absolute best case scenario, and somehow it always aligns.
I am incredibly grateful for my time here, the profound healing I have experienced, and the true friends I have made, but now it is time to transition to the next chapter with my son. I cannot wait to be planted on the beach, as I deeply miss the salt water, the sand, and the seafood, but most of all, I cherish the upcoming time with my son. If this journey has taught me anything, it is that tomorrow is never promised, and spending your life with those who genuinely fill your cup is what this entire experience is truly about.
Alright, so let’s switch gears a bit and talk business. What should we know about your work?
At the end of the day, I am a channel, and I have the unique ability to tune into whichever energetic frequency is needed in any given moment. As my gifts have continued to open, I often feel like the Mother of Dragons, because the titles, the roles, and the ways I can support others energetically just continue to expand and grow. But my core mission isn’t about standing on a pedestal; it is about empowering people to see that we all carry these exact same gifts, and that they are never isolated to just a chosen few.
Nothing makes my heart happier than seeing people learn to tap into their own innate abilities. Every single person I attune to Reiki goes on to help someone else, and the same applies to their other intuitive gifts. I focus on giving people practical tools and guidance they can take with them and use right away to make their lives better.
This focus on practical empowerment is exactly what sets me apart from others in this field. I am actively deconstructing the heavy, restrictive patterns we have been programmed with collectively, showing people that spiritual learning can actually be fun and accessible. That philosophy is fully alive in the creation I am most proud of, my game
Tar- O -Nocculys. It has been a true labor of love that came to me as a direct download, and I have clearly seen the entire vision for it from the beginning to the end. There is nothing else like it on the market because it completely disrupts the old ways of learning.
If I could do anything and money was not an option, I would immediately step into a van and travel to every single location my intuition guides me toward, dedicated to healing Mother Gaia, the Ancestors, and the Spirits of each space. That work makes my entire heart light up with joy. I want to travel from state to state, setting up Tar-O-Nocculys game nights and connecting deeply with local metaphysical shops and local communities, while continuing to manifest online customers for my Reiki, Tarot, and Mediumship sessions. It is about using my gifts to spark the alignment of others, breaking down the old illusions, and helping humanity remember the power they’ve always held inside.
What has been the most important lesson you’ve learned along your journey?
The most important lesson I have learned along my entire journey is the absolute power of sovereignty and learning to deeply trust myself and my gifts. I used to tell myself a lie that I wasn’t a good judge of character, but the truth is I had simply learned to gaslight myself early on. I am actually an incredible judge of character; I just wasn’t listening to my own alignment and kept giving others the benefit of the doubt over my own clear hits. Through this awakening, I have also come to understand that Yeshua was never saying worship me, he was saying follow me. By following the path he crackled open through fasting, meditation, service, love, energy healing, and letting go of the constant anxiety over money, I am led straight to the place of Gnosis, which means truly knowing myself. As within, so without; the entire universe is alive within each of us. Whether I was brave enough or simply in enough pain to finally take that intense journey inward, doing so has allowed me to watch my entire external reality completely shift. I went from being stuck in a windowless dungeon at a county job to fully becoming the Mother of Dragons, and you honestly it’s beyond my widest dreams.
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- $33 per player Tar-O-Nocculys
- $60 for 30 min session
- $110 for 60 min session
- $125 home/land clearing plus milage
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