The Woman Behind the Work

In March 2015, I went to Peru for ceremonies. What happened there cracked something open in me. I didn’t walk away healed, but I walked away with a door wide open, and no way to close it. I remembered things I’d forgotten. Suppressed trauma surfaced. And for the first time, I started feeling a deeper connection to the Universe, like maybe it was safe to be here after all.

That started the chapter of curiosity. I learned about chakras, mantras, and energy work. I wasn’t trying to build a business. I was trying to learn how to be happy. To be alive. To love myself. I worked with a woman who did past-life and Akashic record readings, another who practiced sound healing, and someone who specialized in a form of Chinese energy medicine to help me conceive. I didn’t call it a “spiritual path.” I was just trying to find life.

My son was born in early 2017, and that summer, something happened that changed everything.

I went to a mastermind retreat in Boston. It was meant to be a professional event, but somehow, everything lined up for my husband and infant son to come with me. The house we were staying in—by some miracle had a private in-law suite with its own kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. One day in, I found myself sitting at the kitchen table with a woman I barely knew. Her name was Lisa. We were both in the same business group, and we just happened to start talking.

Within minutes, I was reading her. Not like a book, but her soul. Her pain. Her truth. I could feel it in my body, like it was mine. My husband just happened to be there (the Universe gave me a witness). The baby was napping, another miracle, and in that window of time, something happened I couldn’t deny. Lisa had spent decades trying to heal. PTSD. Childhood trauma. Years of therapy, retreats, marriage workshops, and $75,000 later… and it was me, in that kitchen, who reached her. She said it was like I tore the walls down, walls she didn’t even know were there, and helped her feel something she’d never been able to access. (You can hear her experience)

I hadn’t trained for that moment. I hadn’t planned it. But it was undeniable. After that, people just started finding me.

Some clients have come from sitting next to me on planes. Others send me emails that say, “I don’t know why, but I feel like I know you.” I’ve never really marketed what I do. I still don’t have the perfect label for it. But what I’ve learned is that I see things, emotions, pain, suppression —the things people don’t want to admit —and I know how to hold them. I know how to help them unravel it, not through force, but through trust. Through truth.

I’m clairsentient and claircognizant. I read emotions like blueprints. I can forecast energy paths and feel into what’s unfolding long before someone speaks it. I’ve communicated with the dead (though I don’t actively seek it out), and after my daughter was born in 2019, I began speaking light language and trance channeling, something that embarrassed me at first because it felt so weird and “out there.” But that’s just how things have worked for me. None of this was learned. It’s just always been there.

In 2020, while building our custom home, we experienced a theft that wiped out multi-millions from our crypto holdings. It was devastating. On top of everything we’d already lived through, it was a gut-punch that made us question everything. But I was also pushed to think of a non-profit…

Then, in 2021, just months after moving into that home, my brother-in-law died suddenly in July. My dad passed away that September. Two family members were gone, and I was deep in grief. But in the middle of that loss, I found a collection of old spiritual self-development style books my dad had left behind. I started reading about the ego, esoteric psychology, and hidden teachings that felt like they were written for me. The deeper I went, the more I remembered truths I didn’t know I knew.

Over the years, I’ve watched so many people try to become healers, taking all the courses, collecting certifications, chasing the right method to “have this too.” That part of the industry has always bothered me. Because for me, this isn’t a competition. It’s not a strategy. It’s my life. My work is built from the inside out. It’s messy. Raw. Real. Everything I guide people through, I’ve lived.

In February 2024, after years of talking about it, my husband and I took a trip to Puerto Rico. On our final night, after a dinner mishap turned into a free meal with the perfect dessert, I just knew, we were supposed to move. Then, as if by magic, some critical retirement documents we thought had been lost in the 2016 flood showed up on the retirement board’s desk. He was able to retire on May 24th. We flew to Puerto Rico on May 29th with one-way tickets, two kids, one dog, two adults, and sixteen bags.

By May 2025, I finally went public with the thing I’d been building behind the scenes: Remeria, a nonprofit rooted in real healing for real humans. It’s not just about veterans (though my husband, a combat Marine with PTSD, is part of why it exists). I’m not here to brand healing or sell enlightenment. It’s a space for those of us who’ve tried everything and still feel stuck—a place for the sensitive, the broken-hearted, the hopeful, the raw.

My work isn’t here to fix people. It’s here to remind them they were never broken to begin with.

Not everyone will understand what I do. I’m okay with that. Because the ones who need it… they always find me.

—Danielle Aime