We recently connected with Nineveh Cannavino and have shared our conversation below.
Nineveh, looking forward to hearing all of your stories today. Was there a moment in your career that meaningfully altered your trajectory? If so, we’d love to hear the backstory.
Absolutely, I have a very interesting and eye-opening experience that had me change careers from technology sales to Psychic Medium. First of all, when I graduated in Chicago with my undergraduate degree, I was already accepted into John Marshall Law School and I was very ready to be a corporate lawyer. However, family issues prevented me from attending and so I decided to go work for a B2B technology company that sold end-to-end encrypted solutions on their own private network. Through them, they offered to support me in obtaining my Master of Business Administration Degree in Information Systems and e-Commerce. It came easy to me, and I did sales for about 12 years. In between all that jazz, I married and had children. At the time I had been accepted to Law School, I was very much in love with a young gentleman, who I considered one of the greatest loves of my life. He was an extraordinary individual, and we had an extremely close bond. So close, that I had a form of telepathy with him. Consequently, he asked me to marry him but, at this time, I was not ready and hesitant because of the culmination of other elements surrounding us. Between us it was superb, there were other factors I need not mention here. Please wait for my book. In any case, the love ran deep, and I never really disconnected or forgot him. Fast forward 17 years, he passes away in a tragic accident that turned out to be a deliberate altercation on his life, while he was vacationing on an island in Greece.
When we were together, I had known that he would pass by 40 years of age, or should I say I knew he would not live a full life, and sadly not understanding that I was a Psychic Medium, I left it alone. But then, I became aware, not long after his passing, I should check my phone. I did, and in dismay, as the grief overtook me along with the shock, that he had left our world. I realized in that moment, what I had seen years earlier and known, came to pass. But this was not the defining moment.
The defining moment came, days later. when I was crying in my bed in the middle of the night in a dark room. I could not sleep because of my grief. I got up and drank some water and used the toilet, and then sat on my bed and cried some more. All of a sudden, I saw sparklers cascading down from the cathedral ceiling in my master bedroom. This light just illuminated from the ceiling, as it was highlighted with sparkles. As I looked up at the ceiling, I saw a picture in sepia color. Now, I must tell you. I was in shock. Not afraid, just in bewilderment.
So, here’s where the story really starts. When I was younger and in the relationship with this gentleman. I used to always play jokes at him. I loved him so much that I knew exactly how to get under his skin or be myself with him and just laugh at ourselves and our lives. As an example, I would kiss him, and as I did that, my hands would find his pockets and I would remove his keys out of his leather jacket. I became a master thief. Then gently would place them on a counter nearby. As he came to leave my home, he would go outside and return only to find his keys there laying on my counter. Of course, in the beginning he did not know exactly how that happened, until I laughed. Yet, he would fall for it until he became keen on me. But this is one example, another would be at the height of our embrace to kiss one another, rather than kiss him, I would blow air in his mouth really hard and completely throw off his mojo. Better still, I would deliberately orchestrate an argument out of nothing I even remotely cared about, just to rile him up because it was an issue either he cared about or it was questioning the line of reason or topic. I would then stop abruptly and laugh. He then would realize I was teasing him yet again. Consequently, if we were on the phone, and he realized the prank, he would say, something along of the lines of kicking my butt the next time he would be around me. Of course, in turn, rather than laugh harder, I would soften my voice into something sultrier and I would say, “sure, do you promise.?” with a sexual innuendo.
It was always fun, innocent, loving and relentless. As I was to him. Then one day, he calls me to inform me that he has a bunch of baby pictures of himself that he’d like to share with me, and if it was okay for him to come over? I said, “yes”. He arrives and pulls out his wallet with the accordion plastic sleeve with compartments for wallet size photos. All the pictures are at a young age of him or of him and his family. Now, as I am smiling and commenting at the cuteness of the pictures of him. I reach one particular sepia colored photograph of an image of a little boy with a white t-shirt on and no pants and no underwear. The image has been distorted and his private parts excessively exaggerated to the point of impossibility. Now, he had slowly moved around me to behind my back and was trying his very best poker-face and not to laugh to see how I would react. Obviously, flustered for a moment, I went to look up at him realizing he was trying to keep his composure while suppressing his giggling behind me. I’m like, “Is this you? This is not you. I know you and this is not. No way.”
He explodes with laughter. Yes, this is the one time he got me good. The ONE TIME. The joke was on me. It was brilliant I must say. Much credit to his heart and dear soul.
Now, remember me crying in grief over his passing on my bed? That was the sepia-colored photograph illuminated in light on my master bedroom ceiling. There is no one that would know this shared memory between us. No one on the whole planet, not in this world or the next, save him. As a matter of fact, I had not remembered this memory we shared until that exact moment. I had previously forgotten it.
I then felt the abundance of love in the room. The hanging of warmth and rapture and utter unconditional love in the atmosphere. I felt him. I knew, it was him right there right now in the room with me. My tears stopped, my eyes still swollen, when I started to smile and laugh through the wetness on my face. I then said out loud, ” wow, I had forgotten this memory between us. It’s really you. You’re really here. You are not lost to me or gone from the world.”
It was the Defining Moment that I learned that Love transcends Death. That we don’t really die, our avatars do. Our ethereal divine being continues on and goes home, and even waits for our loved ones to join us when it’s our time to go home. Death is not the final frontier. He is why I became a Medium. He is why I left the corporate world. No other person could convince me of such a feat to change course in my life. I knew I had to connect others like us to one another.
Awesome – so before we get into the rest of our questions, can you briefly introduce yourself to our readers.
Honestly, I didn’t know my left foot from my right foot and was this even a real thing? How would I learn? What about my family? For sure, they would think I was insane and crazy. Even today, there are some people in my family, who do not like it and do not associate with me because they think it is a bad thing. What followed was a series of experiences and events that started happening to me that led my education in mediumship ability and skills. It was a reawakening of myself, from my youth. Where I had had very significant experiences, but I thought it was normal and everybody had them. When I realized this was not the case, I tried my best to ignore it and hope it would go away. It never really did.
There is truth in the statement that those in Heaven, absolutely do train the Medium and they led me places and to the right people. I did not know what a Medium was, like you, I attributed to a bunch of Hocus Pocus and tarot card stuff that you only hear that Psychics do for your entertainment. That, it is bullshit. They are only cold reading a person or memorizing cards.
Let me be the first to tell you, “Yes”, there are a thousand bullshitters out there in Psychic Readers. However, also, “yes”, there is the real deal. There are indeed those individuals who are “Mediums”, and they are but a handful in comparison to everyone else. The Mediums or Psychic Mediums, if they are indeed the real deal, do in fact, channel in the energy of the ethereal being or some like to say, the consciousness awareness energy of your loved one from beyond the veil of our existence. This is truth.
Had I not witnessed it personally, I could not make the statement. Once you do experience it, you will never be the same. Your understanding of the world and your life changes, and you will seek out more knowledge.
Daily, I experience it countless times with my clients, connecting to their loved ones in the place we call Heaven, and they term “Home”. Some clients can even feel the love energy in the air from their dad, or mom, or lover, or friend. It’s absolutely amazing.
How did I learn it? Well, I was taught by others like me, who mentored me for quite some time; I was also taught by those in Heaven. 1000% sure. On both sides of the equation there was a “learning” process. There are even schools, that teach mediumistic and psychic ability. Yes, seriously. Contact me, and I can provide you a list. We all can do it, Speak the language so to speak, use our sixth senses. It is only natural; it is our internal language. Most of us have forgotten how. We have forgotten because we have adapted to our vessels and the physical world. We have forgotten how it really works and the dynamics of energy on the planet and off.
What do you think helped you build your reputation within your market?
I donate and volunteer my services a lot. I give demonstrations of platform at Spiritualist Churches online that are in other countries or in person in the states. It’s not about the money, it’s more about connecting people. My time is valuable, and so I try to spend it wisely. Unfortunately, I don’t always!! My reputation is founded on the evidence that I provide when I do my services to my client. You just can’t pretend facts or the last words someone said to you or describe the last time you saw one another or a memory that only you shared with a deceased person. I can’t fabricate it. I either have it to provide in a reading or I do not. People have discovered me through witnessing other’s readings or their own, or most importantly, word of mouth. Word of mouth leads people to me. But I think the most beautiful thing is when Spirit leads people to me to work with for various reasons. I can’t tell you the number of times that someone has said to me, you kept coming up on my phone or in my thoughts. My response is usually, “I believe you”.
Have any books or other resources had a big impact on you?
Most of my background study has been in business, since I hold a Master of Business Administration from Loyola University at Water Tower Campus; And believe it or not, it’s universal and applies even to this business of services I offer here today in Psychic and Mediumship services. In addition, my entire family and extended family has run different types of businesses for many years. So, I kind of, had a natural inclination and foundation for it. It was just a question of licensing, money, facility, market plan, and business model planning. There are indeed books on the topic but there is not one specifically that I would recommend other than to say, start with the Business Plan. Build the components and service offerings and make yourself a checklist of to do’s and cost of the to do’s.
Contact Info:
- Website: www.SoCalWineCountryMedium.com
- Facebook: Nineveh Cannavino
- Linkedin: Nineveh Cannavino, MBA
- Youtube: @socalwinecountrymedium8289
- Yelp: SoCal Wine Country Medium Nineveh Cannavino
- Other: TikTok: @SoCalWineCountryMedium
Image Credits
Kip A. Cothran K&P Photography Verena Geyer Medium-Austria Arthur Findlay College Stansted U.K.