About Marta

Some people feel it the moment they enter the room. A softening. A steadying. The kind of presence that does not perform itself but is simply there, holding the space without effort. That is what happens when a sensitive system learns how to live in the world without bracing.

My name is Marta. I am a spiritual teacher, mentor, and psychic medium supporting people through connection, clarity, and realignment. I help people develop a grounded relationship with Spirit, intuition, grief, and themselves, without fear, dependency, or performance.

I never planned to become a psychic medium. I did not even know such a path existed in the way I now understand it. I was simply born sensitive to things others could not see, feel, or explain, and over time life slowly made room for me to understand what that sensitivity was asking of me.

As a child, I saw figures in rooms. I knew before others knew when someone was about to cross over. The spirit world was present long before I had language for it, and no one around me did either. I was afraid of the dark, not because of imagined fears, but because every night the silhouette of an elderly woman in a headscarf stood beside my bed watching me. I slept with the covers pulled over my face and begged to keep the light on.

It was only years later that I learned my great-grandmother had died in the attic of the building where I grew up. No one had spoken of her. It was her who came to me all those years. I often think how different my childhood might have felt if someone had simply known how to say, that is your great-grandmother, she is watching over you. So much fear softens when experiences are named with love instead of silence. This is one of the reasons I do the work I do now.

The angels were always there for me, even when nothing else made sense. They were the first language of the unseen I was given as a child, and they have remained the steady presence beneath everything since. I later chose Magdalena as my confirmation name, after the great-grandmother who used to visit me. As I grew older, I began to understand that she had never come to frighten me. She was trying to reach me in the only way she could.

Church itself was difficult for me. The energy near the altar was so concentrated, with so much Spirit present in the space, that I would faint as a child and have to stand by the exit doors for air. I still remember kneeling down to pray once and passing out, and a nun lifting me up and walking me to the cooler hall by the door. She did not explain what had happened. I do not think she could have. But she knew what to do.

As I grew older, I learned to set boundaries with how Spirit reached me. I had been seeing souls with my physical eyes since childhood, and it was too much to hold. So I asked Spirit to come to me through my inner vision instead, and to come only when I was open to receive them. They listened. They still do.

To this day, my curtains stay open. I need the moon and the stars. Every time a family member crossed over, I would speak with them in my mind. I assumed everyone did this. It did not occur to me that it was unusual until much later.

In my early twenties, a voice told me to slow down moments before another car drove straight into mine. I slowed. We both walked away. That was the first time I consciously understood that something unseen had been watching over me my whole life. It was the angels. It has always been the angels, and it still is.

For many years, my sensitivity felt more like a burden than a gift. I hid it. Questioned it. Tried to rationalise it away. My mind needed evidence before it could trust what my soul already knew. I spent years testing my experiences carefully, sitting in development circles where I knew nothing about the people I was reading for, learning to distinguish intuition from imagination, discernment from projection, truth from fear. Eventually, the evidence became impossible to ignore.

I am highly clairsentient, which means Spirit often communicates with me through feeling and sensation in the body. In the beginning, this was overwhelming. When a loved one in Spirit blended with my energy during a reading, I would feel how they had passed in my own body. That is how Spirit gave me validation to pass to my client. But it was a lot to hold.

Over time I learned something important. Sensitivity does not need to become suffering in order to be real.

I learned boundaries. I learned grounding. I learned that I could ask Spirit to communicate differently, through words, symbols, images, and knowing, and that I was in charge of the channel. The sensitivity itself did not disappear. What changed was my capacity to hold it.

The fear became discernment. The sensitivity became guidance. The unknown became relationship.

This is the difference between sensitivity and fragility. A regulated sensitive system is not delicate. It is one of the most intelligent ways of being in the world. That is what I now teach.

The work as it exists today arrived at a time when I was not looking for it at all. I was running my own translation and interpreting agency, raising two small children, and completing a PhD in social anthropology with plans to continue into academia. At the same time, my marriage was ending, and the divorce that followed lasted four and a half years. I was simply trying to survive what life was asking of me.

And then my grandmother came.

At the time, I was going through my divorce and preparing for one of the court hearings. I felt exhausted, frightened, and completely overwhelmed by my life. That was when I first began hearing my grandmother’s voice and feeling her presence around me with extraordinary clarity. I knew immediately it was her.

I could smell her fur coat and the detergent she used to protect it. Soon came the dreams, the signs, and the unmistakable feeling that she was walking beside me through one of the hardest periods of my life.

Until then, I had never consciously been part of the spiritual world. I prayed to God, spoke to angels and my loved ones in my mind after they passed, but I never fully questioned or understood what any of it meant. No one around me had ever given me a framework for understanding these experiences or suggested that this kind of connection was even possible.

Then, during that same period, I somehow found myself listening to a live reading with a psychic medium. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head say, you are a psychic medium too. I burst out laughing. I remember thinking, that is a good one.

And yet something in me knew it was true.

Soon afterwards, the right teachers and development circles began appearing one after another, and the path unfolded from there.

During one of those circles, a young person in Spirit came through for someone I knew. I felt the depth of his love for his mother and the message he had carried since crossing. It was the first time someone outside my own family used me to reach the person they loved.

Something changed in me that day.

Then more loved ones came through. Then angels began stepping forward too, present, distinct, and deeply loving. Friends started asking for readings. Then their friends. Then strangers. Word spread quietly. I never built this work through strategy or performance. It grew through trust, through experience, and through the people who left sessions feeling something real had touched them.

Again and again, whenever doubt appeared, someone would write to me describing the comfort, validation, healing, or clarity they had received through a reading. The work kept choosing me long before I fully chose it myself. Eventually I stopped resisting what was already unfolding. There was never really a plan for this life. There was only this path asking to be lived.

Every part of this work has come to me the same way. Spirit tells me something is coming. I refuse. I say I do not know how. And then it arrives anyway.

When I was first told I would lead past life sessions, I said no. Within days, two friends asked me independently if I would take them through past lives. The clients followed.

Working directly with energy unfolded in much the same way. For years I would not lay my hands on anyone. I said I worked through words and Spirit communication only. My hands would heat up during sessions and I would ignore it. This year I finally stopped resisting and allowed the energy to move through them. Clearing what was ready to leave. Aligning what had fallen out of balance. Helping the body find its way back to itself.

Light language began to flow through me too, codes and sounds and transmissions that bypass the thinking mind entirely. I am still learning to trust and understand what moves through me. I am still being shaped by this work, not the other way around.

My understanding of grief was shaped profoundly by my relationship with my mother. In 2010, just one month after my wedding, she fell into a coma. Doctors told us there was no hope. I did not believe them. I prayed to Padre Pio and asked for a sign if her life was still meant to continue. The night before I flew to Poland, a friend’s wallet fell open as we were leaving her home and a picture of Padre Pio slipped onto the floor. She had no idea I had been praying to him. But I knew.

Against every prognosis, my mother survived. We taught her how to walk and speak again. She met her grandchildren. But in many ways, she never fully returned.

For twelve years I lived with a kind of grief few people speak openly about. The grief of slowly losing someone who is still alive. The exhaustion, the anger, the love, the guilt, the tenderness, all existing together. That experience taught me more about grief than any spiritual teaching ever could.

Many people are grieving long before death arrives. A parent disappearing slowly. A partner changed beyond recognition. A relationship that no longer exists in the form it once did. The world often only recognises grief after someone dies. I know it begins much earlier.

In the weeks before my mother passed in 2022, we communicated telepathically almost daily. During that time she showed me a memory of holding me as a newborn baby, and I felt a depth of love from her that she had not always been able to express in life. We forgave each other.

After she crossed, I could not feel her presence for several months. My guides told me she was in her life review. And then one day, she returned. Only now she comes differently.

My mother in Spirit has become the mother she struggled to be on Earth. She visits in dreams. She watches over my children. She loved coffee, and she still has it with me in the morning. She rides with me in the car.

When I am not paying attention, she plays Tina Turner songs for me. And when I still do not listen, she starts playing them for the people around me too, until someone eventually calls laughing to say, Marta, your mum is here again.

She has interrupted readings I have had with other mediums simply to come through and say hello. She still has her humour, her stubbornness, her personality.

When people cross over, they do not become someone different. They do not shed their personality or their love or their humour. They become more fully themselves, without the weight they carried here. This is why I say love does not disappear. It changes form. And sometimes the relationship that could not fully exist while you were both in the physical becomes the one that finally heals across the veil.

These experiences are not stories I share for sympathy. They are the ground my work stands on.

When someone comes to me carrying grief, I understand what it costs to keep living while carrying absence. When someone is frightened by their sensitivity or confused by experiences they cannot explain, I remember the child sleeping with the bedsheets over her face trying to block out what no one could name for her. When someone is rebuilding themselves after life has broken apart everything they thought they knew, I understand what that rebuilding asks of a person.

What I offer is not performance. I do not predict fixed futures or ask anyone to surrender their power to me. My work is about helping people reconnect with themselves, their intuition, their loved ones in Spirit, and the deeper intelligence already moving through their lives.

Sometimes a loved one in Spirit comes through with the smallest details that suddenly make someone say, yes, that was them. A familiar phrase. A favourite meal. A perfume. A habit no one else would know. Not because grief disappears in that moment, but because love becomes tangible again.

I also work intuitively with the living, reading what is active within someone’s energy, emotional world, and inner landscape, helping them meet themselves and their lives with greater clarity and trust.

Everything I offer, whether private sessions, group spaces, mentorship, courses, or teachings, carries the same intention. To help people remember that they are capable of far more than they have been taught to believe. That the answers they are searching for are already within them. That their intuition is already speaking. That their loved ones in Spirit are closer than they think. That their guides and angels are present far more often than they realise. You do not need to remain dependent on a medium or a teacher forever. My role is not to replace your connection with Spirit or with yourself. It is to help you trust both.

My work has been shaped as much by what I have lived through my body as by what I have studied with my mind. I hold a doctorate in social anthropology, with a focus on identity, belonging, and the human longing for home, and a master’s degree in translation and interpreting.

People who have known me across different chapters of my life sometimes joke that I never really left interpretation. I simply changed the language. Spirit communicates through signs, symbols, sensation, and knowing, and I have spent my life learning to read across all of them.

I still consider myself a student of life. I speak openly about my own healing, my panic attacks, my fears, and my continued devotion to growth. Nothing about this work requires perfection. It simply asks for honesty, discernment, humility, and willingness.

Every session, every course, every group, every page on this site exists to help you remember that.

And if you find me, you will already know why.

The right people always do.

Lots of love,

Marta