Today we’d like to introduce you to Terrie Christine.
Hi Terrie, thanks for sharing your story with us. To start, maybe you can tell our readers some of your backstory.
The first memory I have of pain doesn’t come from a moment I was awake for. It comes from the moment I opened my eyes in a hospital bed, tied down so I wouldn’t hurt myself, with an oxygen tent enclosing me like a world made of plastic. I was eight years old, staring up at my parents’ faces who were two young people in their twenties doing everything they could not to fall apart as they realized I was conscious.
I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what had happened. I didn’t know that I had been lying there for ten days. I didn’t know that a car had hit me so hard I was found bleeding from my eyes, ears and nose. I didn’t know that a doctor had witnessed the accident, run into the street, and cut open my throat with whatever he had on him to perform a tracheotomy that saved my life.
I learned those things later, much later, when I was old enough to understand the miracle and the trauma in the same breath.
What I did know was that I couldn’t speak or move. When the car hit me, my jaw was the first to hit the asphalt which in turn broke both the condyles that allow the jaw to open and close. My left arm was dislocated. My liver was lacerated and my spleen was bruised. My tiny eight-year-old body lay there, full of tubes, bruises, stitches, a jaw wired shut and a silence that terrified me.
My physical body healed over the next month but some wounds never stopped traveling with me. My jaw still dictates how I sleep. My body still remembers what it means to be touched by trauma. My system still reacts differently to medical interventions. And every once in a while, the pain in my jaw reminds me of that little girl, trapped in a body she didn’t understand, fighting to stay alive.
Life went on, as it always does, but pain leaves a blueprint and mine had already begun to form.
Years later, grief found my family again. My grandfather, the man who showed up for my sister and her little boy every single weekend. He was the steady male presence she depended on and he suddenly passed away. One phone call. One MRI table. One massive heart attack and he was gone.
My sister was shattered. I watched her collapse into grief year after year, unable to find peace. By the fifth anniversary of his death, I was afraid for her and afraid of what carrying that much unresolved pain could do to a person.
So I arranged something I’d never done before: a three-way call with a medium.
I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know if it would work. I only knew I needed to try.
Something unbelievable happened. The medium connected with my grandfather instantly. Not eventually. Instantly. And through her, he told us he wasn’t in pain when he died. He told us he had seen the light during the MRI and stepped into it willingly. He told us he was with our grandmother and he was okay, and in that moment, my sister finally breathed again.
The medium ended the session with a sentence that would quietly change the course of my life: “I never saw myself doing this. If I can do it, anyone can do it.”
I didn’t know it then, but something in me shifted. A seed had been planted and one I wouldn’t understand until years later.
Life continued and I stepped into a long-term partnership with a man I had once loved deeply. Together we had two beautiful daughters who remain the greatest blessings of my life but the relationship became a slow erosion of my spirit. I kept giving everything I had, hoping he might someday meet me in the places I begged to be seen. He didn’t. He couldn’t. And I slowly fell apart trying to hold us together.
By the final year, I cried every single day. Every morning I woke up with heaviness in my chest and every night I went to bed feeling alone even though someone was sleeping beside me. The resentment grew, the loneliness hollowed me out and it became nearly impossible to recognize the woman I had become.
One night, after hours of trying to swallow my tears so no one would hear me hurting, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I needed a place to collapse where no one could interrupt the truth of what I was feeling. I lowered myself onto the cold tile floor and the temperature of that tile hit my body like a shock. It was the kind of shock that pulls a truth out of you that you can’t keep quiet anymore.
The cold seeped into me. It numbed parts of me that had been aching for too long. I curled up, letting the hardness of the floor hold what I couldn’t hold anymore. And then something in me let go. Not a little release. Not a soft exhale, a full surrender. The kind that happens when the human part of you has been brought past its breaking point.
My body stayed on the tile, but I didn’t.
I felt myself rise out of my physical form. It was gentle, like slipping out of a tight jacket. I looked down and saw my body lying there, still curled, still crying, still breathing. I wasn’t inside it anymore. I floated above it, weightless and the bathroom dissolved until I was surrounded by stars. Not above me like a night sky but within reach. Close enough to touch. They shimmered with a softness that felt ancient and familiar, like a realm I had known long before this life.
I tasted dampness in the air, thick and cool and it filled my mouth like mist. I wasn’t afraid or resisting. I wasn’t even thinking.
I was surrendering.
And in that place, wherever that place was, my soul whispered the truth it had carried alone for far too long:
“Take me. Please. I can’t do this anymore.”
There was no drama in the words. No anger or begging. Just truth. Raw, exhausted truth.
And then, in the vastness of that star-filled space, a voice thundered through me with such clarity and force that I felt it echo through every layer of who I am:
“Love will come.”
Not gentle. Not poetic. A command. A promise. A lifeline thrown directly into the core of my spirit.
The moment I heard it, I snapped back into my body with a jolt. I opened my eyes on the bathroom floor and sat up. I knew with a certainty I had never known before that God had spoken to me. Not metaphorically or symbolically. It was literally.
And God had told me to live.
I stood up with a decision already carved into my being: I would leave my partner. I would save my own life. I would choose myself and I would not look back.
The very next day, everything felt different as if I was guided, directed and supported. I walked into a bookstore and bought a cart full of books by authors I didn’t know: Esther and Jerry Hicks, Wayne Dyer, Louise Hay, Eckhart Tolle. It felt less like choosing and more like remembering. Within three months, I left the relationship. Within that single brave act, the universe opened doors I didn’t even know existed.
I began studying energy healing, shamanic journeying, essential oils, and intuitive development. I trained with masters and mentors who helped me peel away the layers of pain, fear, and survival patterns that had shaped my life for decades. The more I cleared, the more my intuitive abilities sharpened and expanded. Gifts I didn’t know I had awakened like ancient memories returning.
I discovered I had “intuitive superpowers” and each one became a tool I now use to help others transform their lives.
Clairvoyance gave me the ability to see energetic imprints, memories, patterns, and symbolic images inside someone’s subconscious field. Clairaudience allowed me to hear the guidance, words, and truths their soul had been trying to speak. Claircognizance brought through bursts of knowing, instant insights that cut straight to the core of the issue without hesitation. Clairsentience let me feel what others feel, not just emotionally, but energetically so I could help them untangle the blocks sitting inside their bodies.
Together, these abilities became a language, similar to a bridge between where someone is hurting and where their healing is waiting.
I have now helped thousands of people, across the United States and internationally, release the stories, wounds and energetic blocks that keep them in cycles of pain, both emotional and physical. People come to me burdened, stuck, afraid or disconnected. They leave lighter, clearer, freer and able to breathe again.
Energy healing isn’t a concept to me. It isn’t a technique. It isn’t a profession.
It is the very path that saved my life.
It is the reason I’m here. It is the reason I didn’t die. It is the reason God said, “Love will come.”
And now, it is the reason I help others find their way back to themselves to peace, understanding, freedom, and love, with the same divine guidance that once pulled me back into my own life.
Can you talk to us a bit about the challenges and lessons you’ve learned along the way. Looking back would you say it’s been easy or smooth in retrospect?
I would acknowledge that most of my journey as an Intuitive Energy Healer has been smooth. My biggest challenge has been gaining broader acceptance for this work. I’ve seen it show up in very real ways. Partners questioning it and even professionals within the medical and mental health fields expressing hesitation or advising clients against continuing, simply because this type of work isn’t yet widely understood or integrated into traditional models. At the same time, my clients are experiencing real, meaningful shifts and that contrast is what continues to drive me.
Appreciate you sharing that. What should we know about Terrie Christine Intuitive Energy Healer?
What I do now didn’t come from a business plan. It came from surviving my life.
It came from sitting across from people who looked like they had it together on the outside but were silently unraveling on the inside. It came from recognizing the same patterns, the same emotional loops and the same invisible weight that I had carried for years.
I don’t just “help people feel better.” I go into the places they don’t know how to reach.
People come to me when they’ve tried everything from therapy, coaching, programs, books and all those conversations that go in circles. They’re not looking for more information, they’re looking for relief. What they find is that I see what they can’t see. I see the root of what’s actually driving their patterns, not just the surface behaviors. I see where it started, how it got wired into their system and why it keeps repeating no matter how hard they try to stop it.
And then we clear it.
This is what I’m known for.
Clients tell me I get to the truth faster than anyone they’ve worked with. That I say things I shouldn’t be able to know. That I put words to things they’ve felt for years but couldn’t explain. That something shifts during our work and it doesn’t come back the same way again.
I use my intuitive abilities as precision tools to access the subconscious and energetic layers where the real blocks live. That’s where we work. That’s where the change happens.
I don’t drag people through years of sessions. I work with people who are ready and we move. I’ve worked with thousands of clients across the U.S. and internationally. They have different lives and different stories, but the same core issue, they’re stuck in patterns they can’t break on their own. What they get from me is clarity, release, and real change.
Less anxiety.
Relief from emotional weight.
Patterns in relationships finally breaking.
A sense of control and connection to themselves again.
What sets me apart is that I don’t stay on the surface and I don’t let my clients stay there either. I’m direct, honest and go straight to what’s actually causing the problem.
What I’m most proud of is simple:
People come to me feeling stuck, overwhelmed, or disconnected.
They leave feeling clear, lighter, and able to move forward in a way they couldn’t before.
This work isn’t about believing in something.
It’s about experiencing a shift you couldn’t create on your own.
Before we let you go, we’ve got to ask if you have any advice for those who are just starting out?
If you’re just starting out, focus on one thing first:
Work on yourself.
You can’t take someone deeper than you’ve gone yourself. You can’t help someone shift what you haven’t faced in your own system. Your blind spots become your client’s ceiling. This work isn’t something you turn on when you’re with a client and turn off when you’re not. It’s a lifestyle.
Your patterns, triggers and limiting beliefs, they don’t just affect your life, they affect your work. If you’re not actively clearing them, they show up in the space you’re holding for someone else.
Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t know what I was doing when I started.
I didn’t have a rigid structure or someone else’s formula to follow. I wasn’t trying to fit into a box or replicate someone else’s method. I learned through experience and through my life. That gave me the ability to build something real.
I took everything I lived, everything I learned, everything I cleared within myself and I turned it into the work I do now.
So if you’re starting out, don’t rush to become something. Because the more you become it, the more powerful your work will be. People can feel the difference.
Contact Info:
- Website: https://terriechristine.com
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