Today we’d like to introduce you to Cheryl Cole

Alright, so thank you so much for sharing your story and insight with our readers. To kick things off, can you tell us a bit about how you got started?

Unveiling My Gift: A Journey of Intuition and Connection
The world felt different to me, even at four years old. It wasn’t a conscious difference, but a subtle hum beneath the surface of things. It was on that day, playing in the living room, that the hum intensified, focusing on my great-grandpa. “Mommy, Great Grandpa died,” I announced, the words tumbling out without understanding their weight. My mother’s phone call and the ensuing screams that followed were my first glimpse into the power, and potential consequence, of my gift.
Years passed, a jumble of scraped knees, daydreams, and the usual childhood chaos. In third grade, my mischievous streak landed me in after-school suspension. Mr. Campbell, usually a source of stern lectures, was slumped over his desk when I entered. A jolt of fear ran through me as a voice, his voice, echoed in my head, “Cheryl, stop there… don’t come here. I died.” Panic surged – had I caused this? My heart hammered in my chest as I stumbled back, leaving Mr. Campbell and the terrifying silence behind.
When my mother arrived, her face etched with worry, the news hit me like a cold wave. Mr. Campbell was gone. Anger, laced with a strange despair, filled the room as my mother blamed me. The punishment that followed was a harsh lesson – my words had consequences, and my gift, if it was a gift at all, was something to be kept hidden.
Looking back, I know my words must have been terrifying for everyone involved. I was just a child, and I didn’t understand what death meant. The punishment I received that day was harsh, but it also made me realize the power of my words and the importance of using them carefully.
This wasn’t the end of the story, though. The hum under the surface of things persisted, a constant reminder of the unseen world I seemed to be connected to. But how could I use this connection, this gift, without causing more fear and pain? This became the lingering question that propelled me on my journey of self-discovery, a journey that would eventually lead me to use my abilities to bring comfort and healing to others.

The years that followed were a whirlwind. Raising my own children, and welcoming foster kids into our home, each day brought new experiences and new connections. My life felt full, yet the undercurrent of my gift remained, a constant hum just below the surface.
Then, in my 40s, I underwent a surgery that would change everything. A donor vertebrae, a chance at renewed mobility, but also, unbeknownst to me, a portal to an extraordinary experience. The recovery room itself felt strangely charged. A near-death experience followed, a profound and indescribable journey. When I finally regained consciousness, the first thing I craved was the warmth of the kind woman who had been beside me.
“Where’s the sweet old lady?” I asked the nurse, my voice raspy. Her reaction was immediate, a look of shock followed by a choked sob as she fled the room. Confusion clouded my mind. Had I dreamt of the comforting presence?
The answer came later, whispered in hushed tones by nurses clustered around the station. My heart sank. The woman I described, the one who held my hand and soothed my fear, wasn’t there. There had been no kind old lady beside me. A cold dread settled in my stomach.
This experience, this undeniable connection in the moments between life and death, forced me to confront the truth about my gift. It wasn’t just whispers and intuitions; it was a profound connection to the unseen world, a world I had glimpsed firsthand during my near-death experience.
The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating. The fear of causing pain, like the incident with Mr. Campbell, resurfaced. But this time, it was accompanied by a newfound determination. My gift, if used with compassion and care, could bring comfort, not just to myself, but to others who were grieving or lost.
This pivotal moment marked a turning point. Driven by a newfound purpose, I embarked on a journey of learning and exploration. I delved deeper into the world of intuition, past lives, and the Akashic Recordsand crystal healing. Slowly, I began to understand the scope of my abilities and how to use them for good.

I’m sure it wasn’t obstacle-free, but would you say the journey has been fairly smooth so far?

The struggle has been constant: how to use this ability for good, to bring comfort, without causing fear or being ostracized. It’s a journey of learning to trust my intuition, to find a way to share my gift with the world in a way that helps, not hurts.

Thanks – so what else should our readers know about your work and what you’re currently focused on?

I am a psychic medium and clairvoyant who works with quantum energy to help people access their past lives and the Akashic Records. Through these tools, I offer guidance and healing, helping you find direction and overcome challenges. I also specialize in locating missing loved ones and reuniting departed souls with their families, aiding in the healing journey for all involved.

My work is driven by a deep belief in a higher source and the unconditional power of love. I believe this connection transcends physical limitations and offers comfort even in death. I am also passionate about supporting other healers and work with a global healing group, volunteering our gifts to heal our planet.

What are your plans for the future?

My life’s mission is to empower others to embrace the reality of love and the afterlife. I believe in the power of miracles and the unexplainable, and I want to inspire others to tap into that limitless potential.”
“Through workshops and personal interactions, I hope to show people that if they truly believe, anything is possible.”

Contact Info:

• Website: https://psychicinsights.life/
• Instagram: @cherylrhodescole
• Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61562259985200
• Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@MamaColesNest