Tracy Fluty, Professional Psychic Medium

01/06/2026

01/04/2026

✨2026-2027 ✨

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12/31/2025

12/27/2025

There was a moment.

You will never see it. History did not record it. The ancestor who lived it could not have known what it meant.

But somewhere in your lineage — perhaps thousands of years ago, perhaps hundreds of thousands — someone survived something that should have ended them.

A wound that should have been fatal. A fall that should have broken them. A predator that should have been faster. A winter that should have taken them. A battle they had no right to walk away from.

By some margin — luck, skill, sheer refusal to die — they continued.

And because they continued, so did everything that followed. Generations. Centuries. The chain that eventually produced you.

You owe your existence to a moment of survival you cannot imagine, performed by someone whose name is lost forever.

They did not know they were saving you. They only knew they were not ready to die.

That stubbornness echoes in your blood.

Honour it.