Carly J Hahn was born with vision. But her first language wasn’t sight. It was sound.
At three years old, I heard the voice of Joan of Arc. At five, I saw her. I didn’t know her name yet, but I knew her presence, strong, commanding, and comforting in a way that made no earthly sense. Joan of Arc told me I carried the divine knowledge of my entire ancestral line. She told me the truth wouldn’t be easy. But it would be mine.
That vision changed everything.
By age six, I was teaching astrology and numerology to other children. Not because someone taught me, but because I already knew. My parents didn’t train me. They didn’t have to. I was born wired for this.
My mother and father were both ordained ministers in the metaphysical church. My mother was a well-known psychic from the 1970s through the 1990s. My father was a palmist. And I was their daughter, the one who could smell lies, grief, and fear. The one who could hear what people weren’t saying. The one who absorbed everything they couldn’t process.
I didn’t get to choose whether I was psychic.
But I did get to choose what to do with it.
My childhood wasn’t gentle. I was raised in chaos, domestic violence, and emotional neglect, taught that my job was to take care of everyone else. But even in the noise, I could feel what was mine and what wasn’t. I didn’t know then that my dominant gift would become clairalience, the psychic sense of smell. But I always knew when something was off. I could smell trauma before people spoke it. I could feel the decay under the surface of perfect families, perfect marriages, perfect masks.
What Happened When I Shut It Down
For most of my life, I didn’t live this work.
I blocked it.
After childhood, I learned very quickly that seeing too much, knowing too much, and feeling everything wasn’t safe. So I did what many gifted people do, I shut it down and tried to live a normal life.
I ignored the visions.
I muted the knowing.
I learned how to override my body.
And the more I blocked my true path, the more my life fell apart.
Not all at once, but systematically.
My nervous system stayed in survival.
Relationships repeated the same dynamics.
Money became unstable.
My body carried stress it couldn’t release.
And no matter how much personal work I did, something always felt off.
I was missing alignment, I was misaligned.
The gifts didn’t disappear. They turned inward.
What I couldn’t perceive consciously showed up as panic, collapse, exhaustion, and repeated patterns I couldn’t logic my way out of.
Everything changed when I stopped trying to be palatable and finally listened to what had been calling me since childhood.
That’s when my field reopened, not gently, but accurately.
And once it did, nothing in my life could stay misaligned.
That’s how the Mystic Matrix frameworks began, not in textbooks, not in theory, but in sensory survival. Channeling ancestors. Smelling patterns. Mapping energy. Unraveling conditioning. Layer by layer.
I am not a fortune teller. I am a pattern breaker.
I do not predict your future. I help you stop repeating your past.
I carry all the clairs, and even some that don’t have names yet. But clairalience; smelling grief, shame, truth, manipulation, and trauma has become my compass. Most of my clients don’t even know what needs to be healed until it surfaces in session.
My job isn’t to make you feel better. It’s to help you stop hiding what’s hurting you.
And I don’t work with people who just want answers.
I work with people who are ready for disruption.
People who are ready to finally understand why everything they’ve tried hasn’t worked.
People who want to reclaim the wisdom buried in their lineage, their nervous system, their own damn voice.
