Christin The Mystic
Artist Statement
I am an artist of the unseen.
My medium is memory. My palette is soul. My canvas is experience.
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For years, I tried to fit into systems—nonprofits, titles, roles, expectations—but they could never hold the range of what I carry. My work is not confined to one format. Sometimes it’s a story. Sometimes it’s a tool. Sometimes it’s silence. But always, it’s art.
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I create from soul remembrance.
Each product, brand, offering, or phrase is part of my body of work—a living archive of what it means to awaken, return, and reclaim your divine identity.
I don’t sell services. I share transmissions. I don’t manage clients. I hold sacred mirrors.
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I am Christin the Mystic.
An artist. A daughter. A mother. A soul.
This is my offering to the world.
About Me
Just a soul sharing her soul remembrance journey.
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I left the titles.
I left the nonprofit world.
I left the weight of being who everyone needed me to be.
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What I found on the other side was myself — not as a role, not as a leader, but as a soul.
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Before this chapter, I was the founder of a multimillion-dollar organization. I spoke on stages, raised millions, fought institutions, and led healing spaces. But despite all of that, something was missing. I had the résumé — but I didn’t have me.
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So I walked away. Not because I failed. But because I remembered.
And now, I’m just here — remembering out loud.
I’m not performing, preaching, or trying to be anyone’s guru. I’m just sharing what I’ve learned from walking through betrayal, burnout, breakdowns, beauty, and breakthrough. I’ve been the woman praised in the paper and the woman who had to rebuild — and both taught me something sacred.
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That’s why I say I’m a faith healer.
Not because I fix people — but because I believe in the quiet power of remembering who you are.
Soul Clues
In this new era, I follow the breadcrumbs of my soul.
That’s why I’m holding a Goosebumps book in my photo. It’s not random — it’s a soul clue. As a kid, I devoured books like Goosebumps, Nancy Drew, and The Babysitter’s Club. I solved puzzles. I read astrology books. I played with tarot cards. I was decoding the universe before I even had the language for it.
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I didn’t know it then, but I was preparing.
For now. For this. For soul remembrance.
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Now I share what I’ve gained:
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Soul tools for women and mothers
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Sacred content pulled from real-life initiations
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Creative consulting for soul-led visionaries
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A front porch you can sit on, breathe, and remember too
This isn’t a brand.
This is a frequency.
This is remembrance.
