Grace Amber Jaxn

I was born in Milan in a popular neighborhood on the canal that still gives me beautiful memories when I accidentally pass by them. I was reserved and very shy and I did not like being with peers too much, also because I had been raised by my grandmother, since my parents had opened a clothing store in the eighties, when the lira was still there and there was no VAT to pay or issue the receipt. In short, a pacchus.

I remember many things from that carefree period. Backyard games with more or less nice classmates, peelings, the tears, the plaster on the fingers, the elastic band to play and my dear grandmother whom I loved infinitely.

I remember an anecdote that still makes me smile.

One night I heard her scream from my bedroom (a closet of a meter by two that seemed to me a palace). Grandmother slept in the hall, in those fake furniture where there is a folding bed inside. I honestly don't know how he got stuck, but when I came to see what the hell had happened I found her groping in the air with her arms and body completely crushed on a sandwich in bed, which in the meantime had closed. Rescue her first, then I died laughing with her.

We often slept together in the huge Latvian lake house and since it was taller in the center and sloping at the edges, every time I ended up rolling on his side, forcing her to sleep on mine. She resigned, he went around the immense Latvian and went to sleep on the other side. Obviously when I opened my eyes on his bedside table there was his wonderful denture inside the glass that smiled at me satisfied, as if to say "You wanted to sleep this way? Mo’ you get the parade of pickled teeth!».

Grated baby food in the morning, dutifully prepared with four rusks grated patiently in the vegetable mill, a spoonful of cocoa and a spoonful of sugar and to finish the hot milk with a rain on top. He took it to my bed! What a wonderful years.

When I was sick it was strictly semolina, dove, to make me feel better, she drew the ducklings with a spoon. Yup, it spoiled me badly. I miss him tremendously.

Then the middle school from the nuns and also the artistic high school. Every now and then I wonder how I could have come out of a sane person given the absence of my parents and Catholic schools. At this point, someone could question this theory, given the paranormal context of the site, but I leave you the benefit of the doubt! 😉

I'm dyslexic alas, tremendously and after suffering the various inferiority complexes for years, of inadequacy that this condition creates for you, I have come to a conclusion. I think dyslexia is a characteristic of psychics, that if on the one hand it allows us to communicate with the other dimension, on the other hand it hinders us in everyday life. He is’ a price to pay that I have only now accepted.

I am not entirely sure that it is a generalized condition or if this is mine alone.

Subsequently I completed artistic and academic studies, designed to build a training and work path within the restoration of frescoes and works of art. I got married and I had three wonderful guys who are the joy of my life. In 2002, alas the failure of my marriage and subsequently I took over the family business due to the illness of my parents who died prematurely a few years later.

In 2009 I started a study and research path on the paranormal, esotericism and New Age philosophy, given my psychic skills and cultivated experiences.

I began my experience as a novice writer with short stories and short stories in 2016. In 2020 I published "Emerald Souls - How to communicate with the afterlife", where I tell my particular experience with an internationally renowned public figure who has passed away for a few years and I am committed to giving a general overview on the subject, a global vision on the possibility of interacting with other dimensions and on the search for inner balance.

In the same year a novel "Dandellion" will be released. A fantasy that follows the deeds of the last legion of Knights Templar. Rich in adventure, amorous intertwining and twists.

The "Blue butterfly" saga with which I started, is canceled, to be replaced very well by the last book.