The Full Story
I am a dog mom, writer, wine lover, serial plant killer and yogi (RYT200). My undergrad is in Special Education and my master’s is in Museum Studies. I “do” neither; I use both. I spent 14 years living overseas and I travel like a mad fiend. I am an Akashic Surfer. Intuitive. Medium. 1/3 Manifesting Generator. INFJ. Seeker. Dimension Jumper. Intuition Explorer. Purveyor of Woo. I am CLAIR AF.
I continuously seek the proverbial WHY that supports my knowing.
When I let my CLAIR Genies out of the bottle, I become a psychic sommelier. Instead of opening a bottle of wine and inhaling the aromas to identify the varietal, terroir and vintage, I open the Akashic Records and see movie clips complete with audio, body sensations, and clear knowing to help answer your questions, identify the origins of stuck energy patterns, clear healing pathways, visit favorite past lives and (re)discover your Soul’s Purpose for this lifetime.
If you are looking for confirmation, I offer Akashic Record Readings; and if you are looking to grow and enhance your own innate intuition, I offer CLAIRfully AWARE Mentorship. If you are still reading, I’m probably right up your alley, but beware: I tend to swear!
Come as you are, and we’ll explore who you were and who you are meant to be.
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My first playmate was a Victorian-aged boy in knickers. We would sit in my dormered bedroom and roll a ball back and forth. I called him The Boy. I never knew his name, but it didn’t seem important to my 3-year-old self. One night, when I was around 8-years old, I woke up and saw The Boy standing between his mother and father. His parents were dressed very distinctly. They all stood holding hands, and I knew that was the last night I’d see him. As a family, they turned around, walked towards my closet and disappeared. I fell back asleep. The house I grew up in is wildly haunted—with entities that are either helpful or downright menacing. In my teens I would be “stuck” upstairs because mean entities blocked the staircase landing. Then, I’d wait them out. Now, I’m not so passive. Since those early days, I’ve had lifetimes worth of experience and study to hone and expand my unique gifts.
Like anyone, I’ve got my quirks: I see air, I feel what colors look like, I work with a very wild Spirit Posse and I stress-bake desserts.
Chris Boland,
HCIC (Head Chick-in-Charge)
Rip, Xoloitzcuintle Extraordinaire
Rip, our dog, is my office mate, keeper of all secrets and probably not-so-secret Alebrije. Xolos (aka Mexican Hairless) are an Ancient Aztec breed whose job, historically, was to cross the newly deceased over to the afterlife. We did not know this when he was 5-weeks old. Back then, he looked like Eeyore and fell asleep on my lap for 40 minutes. He had found his home. When you book a session, my little naked house-hippo will be at my feet deep in his own meditation.
Chris' Spirit Team
I have a very large and varied crew who all have their own specialties: Guides, Teachers, Bouncers, Healers, Wisdom Keepers, Ancestors and many more. My main spirit animal is a Moby Dick-like sperm whale. When my Archangel shows up, he invariably greets me as “Milady.” I have a formerly incarnated guide whom I call Samu; he loves the color orange, levitates and lets me know he’s close by through his laughter. I also call upon Earth elements and otherworldly beings to help guide and heal. I cultivate my relationship with my helping spirits daily and call upon their assistance during readings and in everyday endeavors.