Hello, I'm Ashley Gagnon, also known as Aley. Many of you may know me as a mother, wife, banker, sister, daughter, friend, and an active member of the community. I come from a strong Baptist background where attending church on Sundays, being part of youth groups on Fridays, and engaging in prayer and Bible reading were essential aspects of my life. I still remember scriptures and could even excel at naming all the books of the Bible in the correct order if challenged.


Although I no longer follow Christianity, I hold a belief in a higher power that resides within each individual, whether it is a God or a universal Source.


I am a mother of two daughters and married to a veteran who served in the Afghanistan War. As a family, we enjoy activities such as basketball, hiking, kayaking, meditation, and simply spending quality time together. We are a typical American family.


After being diagnosed with Lupus in 2020, my interest in holistic treatments grew significantly, and I delved into the world of herbalism, incorporating oils and herbs into my daily routine. Additionally, I utilize herbs in my spellcasting for manifestations.
Exploring my ancestry and understanding my roots has provided me with a deeper understanding of myself and the path that led me to where I am today. On my father's side, my 9th great-grandfather was Roger Toothaker, a natural healer who was accused of witchcraft by another doctor in his town. Sadly, he passed away in prison in 1692 while awaiting trial on these charges. However, his wife Mary and daughter Margaret were both tried and found not guilty. They later returned to their farm in Ballerica, only to be killed by natives. Mary's sister, Martha Carrier, was hanged in August 1692 on charges of witchcraft.

My Childhood Experience

Let me take you back to one of my earliest memories, a moment when I felt a deep spiritual connection. It happened when I was around five years old and my family was on the hunt for a new home. We were a family of five, exploring different houses together. On this particular day, we stumbled upon a remarkable Victorian glass house perched on a ledge. As we approached, my parents advised us to maintain a calm and respectful demeanor, emphasizing the importance of not touching anything. 


Excitement filled the air as we stepped inside. My siblings eagerly dashed upstairs to inspect the bedrooms, while I chose to stay by my parents' side. As we began to explore, a curious sound caught my attention—a faint piano melody echoing through the house. Intrigued, I turned to my mother and asked about its origin. To my surprise, she appeared oblivious, responding with a hushed command to be quiet. 


As we continued our journey through the house, a distinct aroma permeated the air. The combination of mold and cigarettes filled my nostrils as we passed by the door leading to the basement. Even now, many years later, I can still recall the vivid details of that moment, etched deeply into my memory.


Once again, I find myself transported back to that unforgettable moment from my childhood. With curiosity burning inside me, I approached my mother once more and whispered, "Mom, can't you hear the piano?" Intrigued by the mysterious melody, I followed its enchanting notes as they led me down the staircase and into the basement.
As I descended, the sound of the piano grew louder and louder, beckoning me forward. And there, in the dimly lit basement, my eyes widened with amazement. An older man, cigarette in hand, sat gracefully at the piano, his fingers dancing across the keys. I couldn't help but marvel at this unexpected sight.
Eager to share my discovery, I hurriedly asked my parents and the real estate agent about the man's identity. Yet, their responses perplexed me. "What man?" they questioned, their voices filled with confusion. It seemed that I was the sole witness to this ethereal presence, the only one who could see, hear, and smell him.
My mother, growing frustrated with my insistence, sent me upstairs to fetch my older brother, instructing him to wait in the van until they were finished. As my father turned the vehicle around, preparing to depart, something astonishing occurred. The man at the piano, accompanied by a woman, stood at the entrance of the house, bidding us farewell with gentle waves.
We drove away, leaving behind the house that had captivated my senses. My parents ultimately decided against purchasing it, and within the span of two years, it changed hands multiple times until its eventual demise, succumbing to the fate of demolition.
But that moment, forever etched in my mind, remains a testament to the inexplicable connection I felt and the enigmatic presence that briefly graced our lives.

During my childhood, when I was nine years old, my family resided in a ground-floor apartment that exuded a profoundly negative energy. The apartment itself had an unsettling aura that affected me deeply. My sister and I shared a spacious basement bedroom that was connected to the dirt basement and the communal laundry area for all the tenants. The solitude of being downstairs unnerved me, and as a result, my dreams became incredibly vivid.
On numerous occasions, my parents discovered me sprinting up the stairs in a state of terror, my screams echoing through the apartment. I would frantically struggle to open the half-door at the top, consumed by a fear that seemed to stem from the ominous black shadows that trailed behind me. The intensity of these experiences prompted me to seek refuge on the floor of my parents' bedroom, where I would sleep for weeks on end.
Desperate to find a solution, my father took me to see a pastor who tirelessly recited Bible verses in an attempt to alleviate the distressing encounters I was enduring. Yet, despite these efforts, I continued to be plagued by haunting visions. I vividly recall awaking from one particularly harrowing dream, screaming for my brother as the police solemnly removed a body from the laundry room, shrouded in a black body bag.
In another chilling dream, I witnessed a man commit a horrific act of violence against a woman in our very own bathroom. The details were gruesome, as he ruthlessly hit her head off the toilet while  depositing her lifeless body into our clawfoot bathtub, where she met a tragic end by drowning.
Years later, in 2011, my mother contacted me in a state of hysterics, her voice trembling as she relayed the dreadful news. It appeared that a woman had met a fate eerily similar to the one I had dreamt of all those years ago. She had been brutally murdered, drowned in the clawfoot bathtub of our former first-floor apartment.
The unsettling events that unfolded during my time in that apartment continue to haunt me, a chilling reminder of the inexplicable and disturbing energy that permeated our lives during those unsettling days.
These are merely a handful of the numerous associations I formed during my childhood. My bond with the spiritual realm gradually intensified and became more pronounced as time passed. As I matured, my ability to visually perceive spirits diminished, but I could still sense their energy, leading to a transformation in my understanding of these ethereal beings. Instead of physical sightings, I began perceiving them in the realm of my imagination. Their presence became palpable through their energy, and my fear of the unknown subsided. Engaging in conversations with spirits became a truly exquisite experience.


My Intuition

Trusting my gut instincts has proven to be a reliable guide, shielding me from both physical and mental harm. It was a couple of years back when I found myself returning from an extended weekend getaway with some close friends. We had embarked on a journey spanning hundreds of miles and were roughly halfway towards our destination. As we deliberated whether to push through the night in search of progress or seek respite in a nearby hotel, my companions and I found ourselves at odds. Typically, my eagerness to return home would have propelled me forward, but on this occasion, an inexplicable sensation urged me to halt. A voice from within whispered, "Do not drive tonight." Despite opposition from my friends, I managed to sway them towards the decision of seeking accommodation for the night. The following morning, we received the devastating news of a severe accident that had occurred during the dark hours. A fatigued driver had collided with a guardrail, plunging into the depths of a river. Had we persisted in our nocturnal journey, we would have arrived at the exact location of the incident just as it unfolded. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude for heeding my intuition and the inner voice that guided me.


When faced with challenges or difficult decisions, I tap into my psychic intuition to navigate through the maze. It's a remarkable ability that allows me to discover solutions effortlessly, even when I'm not actively seeking them. By relying on my spiritual intuition, I steer clear of potential troubles and gain insight into my place among others. Instead of relying on external evidence, I trust in the power of my inner guidance. It's a natural quality that enables me to connect with my higher self and attain a heightened state of awareness.

How I work with Spirit

I am here for you to provide love and light, serving as a source of support as you tap into your inner power to heal from the loss you have endured. By facilitating a connection with your departed loved ones, I can provide you with loving messages backed by evidence, while also helping you release any negative emotions.


In my role as a psychic medium, I act as a bridge between the physical and spiritual realms, allowing Spirit to communicate with you through me. This is a significant and solemn responsibility that comes with being a light worker.


My purpose in this work is to create a safe space where you can find solace after experiencing a loss, as well as to provide guidance for important decisions you may face in your life.


As an Evidential Medium, I bring forth verifiable evidence of your departed loved ones and relay any messages they have for you.


Additionally, as a Psychic, I can provide you with clarity on various aspects of your life, such as relationships, finances, travel, and career.

Ethics in Psychic Mediumship

I am here to provide love and light.


  • Throughout our session, I hold the responsibility of providing validation while acknowledging that none of us, including myself, are infallible.


  • I solemnly vow to never predict or speak of death, or engage in any actions that may cause harm, as far as I am consciously aware.


  • Furthermore, I will never utilize my psychic abilities to manipulate or exert influence over another person, especially when it comes to serving paying clients.


  • My utmost dedication lies in assisting my clients in gaining understanding that empowers them to make wise decisions.


  • I deeply respect the boundaries set by my clients, and if they have not granted permission for me to access their energy, I will refrain from doing so. For instance, I will not read one person after another in a grocery store line without their explicit consent.


  • Above all, I honor the client's right to make their own choices, even if those choices may not align with their best interests. I will always respect their autonomy and strive to guide them toward decisions that are more aligned with their highest good.


  • In order to carry out my work effectively, I will ensure that the client does not provide me with excessive information before the reading. I aim to maintain a balanced approach and will only ask the client specific questions when clarification is needed, avoiding any "fishing" for information.


  • Even if delivering certain truths may upset my customer, I am committed to being honest as that is the expectation placed upon me.


  • I am fully aware of the gravity of each reading and the potential impact it can have. I will not encourage my client to overly depend on me, recognizing the importance of empowering them to make their own choices and decisions.


  • If a client is unable to receive a meaningful reading, I will not charge them. Therefore, there is no intention on my part to make additional attempts to read that individual.