Kelly Lightworker is a psychic medium, Tarot reader, and spiritual practitioner based in Singapore. A natural-born channel with a lifetime of practice, she has worked professionally since 2014 with private clients and luxury brands worldwide — operating under the guidance of the Goddesses.
In my graduating year, my classmates voted me The Heartbreaker. This was published in the school magazine.
I genuinely could not account for it.
I hadn’t dated anyone. Hadn’t made promises, changed my mind, left anyone waiting. As far as I could tell, I had simply existed — and apparently, that had been enough to earn the title. I filed it away as one of life’s mysteries and moved on.
What I had been doing was this: spending my weekends alone.
Even as a child, I preferred places where the veil between worlds felt thinner. I went to the sea before the families arrived, when the water was grey and the shore belonged to no one. I swam long distances, the kind where the city disappears and there is only the rhythm of your own body moving through the water’s dark resistance. I ran in nature reserves where the trees pressed close and whispered songs in the breeze. I visited temples — the incense-dark interiors, the hushed reverence that old sacred spaces demand — and churches, and graveyards, which I had always found peaceful. I walked slowly before the altars, through the sanctuaries, among the graves. I gazed at the unseen, and listened to the voices that lingered.
Even then, even young, something in me was practising.
I am not unfriendly. I like people the way I like most things: in a focused, curious way. But I need very little from them, and I have come to understand that this combination of mine — genuine warmth with genuine self-sufficiency — reads as unattainable to those watching. The magnetism was real. So was the privacy. I never mistook the two for each other.
What I suspect happened — what I understand now, looking back — lay in the eyes. I have always looked at people the way I look at everything: directly, and all the way in. I was not flirting. I was reading — connecting with whatever lay beneath the surface, which is, I now know, simply what I was built to do. But a young woman who looks at you like that, who seems to see straight through to whatever you’re actually made of, tends to generate a certain kind of romantic fantasy. People fell in love with what they thought the gaze meant, when I was only paying attention in a way that had nothing to do with desire — and everything to do with discernment.
It is, in part, why I conduct sessions by phone now.
Perhaps my heart, since young, has already been claimed — not by a person, but by a calling. My principal devotion is to Guanyin, Goddess of Mercy — She who hears the cries of the world and turns toward them. She is the one I return to. The one whose stillness feels like an embrace. A lifetime of practice and She still surprises me.
The other Goddess — She is fang and claw and blood and fire, and you don’t need to know Her name until you need Her. If you’ve ever been in a situation that required something beyond patience and prayer — something that watches, that lunges, that ends what needs to end — you’ll understand the necessity of a deity like Her.
I work with both. Mercy and justice. Compassion and culling. Between Them, They cover almost everything this work requires.
People sometimes ask me what kind of woman becomes a psychic medium and psychopomp.
She is often this: the one who was at the sea alone at 7am on a Sunday while her peers were sleeping in. The one who learned early to be completely, contentedly her own — not because she was cold, but because she was full. Full of love with life in a way that left little room for performing availability she didn’t feel.
I am not searching. I have never been searching.
I know how to wait. I have always known.
What I am is here — doing the work I was built to do.
Faithful to the practice, faithful to the people I love, faithful to the Goddesses who claimed me long before I claimed them back.
Whomever, whatever I choose — perfect for me, and to me — I claim for life. My practice in the spiritual realm has taught me that covenants, promises, and commitments last beyond time. That love is as strong as death.
This is simply who I am: as lightworker, mother, daughter, friend, lover.
My heart goes nowhere — it goes deep.
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