About Me

I have been a Spirit Medium from the moment I was born. Being born with the VEIL was seen to be a very lucky omen back then and, as a child, my most vivid memory is that of my Silver Lady who used to come and visit me. I called her that because she would shine so brightly and, being just a child, I had no other word or meaning for her. She would take me travelling, showing me things that back then would frighten any young child, but now looking back on the last twenty odd years, she was just showing me the way to my future. I say this with a very big smile on my face; my plans never went the way I had ever expected. Normally, I would land in places unintentionally, but again, that was my ego and free will, as I am also human. Without fail, my Silver Lady would return always in the middle of the night, ready to chat or take me to places that I had never been. I was very reluctant to partake in this as it frightened me until one night; sitting in a small house that I lived in with my first-born daughter there she was, large as life in my sitting room.

My first reaction was to run like a scalded cat out the door. Then, in a moment of utter calm and peace, I decided to just sit and stay put.  If she was going to take me away, there was no point in me running. She would have found me. Looking back now she was talking to my soul and I understood each and every word. The emotion that had poured through me was one that I can only describe as real love. From that day on, she and I had long conversations.I had my questions that she would mirror straight back to me. I had to find the answers myself, although looking back, I already knew them. She had told me not to be afraid of the spirit beings that would come, as they were just looking for some way to connect with their loved ones who were grieving and searching for answers.

I rarely spoke of this to anyone as I thought they would think I was a crazy person who could have conversations with dead people. This was until one particular evening; a lady knocked my door and asked me if I could help her. I thought immediately that she was lost and needing direction, but as my Silver Lady appeared and with a nod, I knew it was a different type of direction she was looking for. While I made her a cup of tea, there she sat gazing at me like she was waiting for the heavens perhaps to open and down would come some magnificent Angel. I, on the other side of the table, remember saying in my mind, “Oh, holy God, I need help!”

And there he stood beside her: a young man with his sallow skin smiling with the whitest teeth I’d ever seen. I told her this and what he was wearing I will always remember the check shirt his white T-shirt and blue jeans. It was then I began to feel the sharpest pain in my legs and arms, then my head. I felt violently sick. I could feel his pain that he had suffered. Taking a sip of my tea, and trying to stay calm as anyone could .He began to tell me how he had got himself into trouble with the wrong type of people. How he had been beaten before his body had been dumped into a river. They had tried to make it look that I killed myself but I would never have done this to my mother and my family”.

Knowing how upsetting this ordeal had been I described all this to the lovely lady, as gently as I possibly could. Now sitting white faced beside me. All she could do was nod through the tears. He was such a bright young man she said” as he continued on until he had given as much evidence that was possible. He gave her a single yellow rose to be passed as a message to his mother he wanted them to know he was safe and well. And he was gone. As she left, she hugged me and I went back into my half-built kitchen and sat in sheer exhaustion and sorrow, thinking of how that young man had such a bright future, yet it had been snapped away so fast. One minute he was a great mechanic with talk of him opening his own garage. The next he was murdered.From that first lady, people seemed to be finding their way to my home and my phone started to hop. That was my first ever client. Until then, I had only read the playing cards for family and friends, but just for a bit of light-hearted fun. Now, many years later, I am still working as a full-time medium and a mammy to three precious souls who chose me to be their guide on this human planet. To them I am so grateful, as they teach me every day in every way to stay in the present moment and be grateful to have the life force energy to cope with life’s ups and downs.This book is written by the hands of spirit. I have been honoured to be chosen by Anna to write her life story in a way that I can only describe as brutal honesty and utter love. She had come to me through meditation and had asked me to write. I had told her I cannot type but would willingly sit with a pen and paper. She refused and insisted “no, it must be typed”. My problem here was that I was a one-finger typist and was completely useless on a computer, but she was quite persistent that it be typed. My reply was, “Okay, I’ll give it a go”… Sure what choice had I? She was there and ready to tell her story.Sitting on my bed, we began. Hours would pass and I wouldn’t even know that I had been typing for hours, using not one finger but all ten. Yes, it was through Trance Mediumship that this book was written. I had only experienced trance mediumship when in the United Kingdom with my dearest friend Tracey Bayes and another fabulous medium, who had told me I would be writing soul stories many years ago.Days passed into nights and early mornings as spirits do not have any time barriers. They didn’t mind giving me a physical shove in the middle of the night and I would sit up and open the laptop and off they would go. It was as time passed that I had to stop as I was exhausted and drained. I needed to be able to still function as a single mum with three children and meeting everyone’s needs was a little struggle but the spirits were patient as they too could see I was tired as I was not only typing for them. I was also experiencing their emotional and physical pain to the point where I had left it alone and refused to touch the laptop for over twelve months.This was until one morning after the children had been left to school I had this sudden urge to get home. I just needed to write. I could feel Anna lifting my energy in a way I had not felt before, but I knew that it was imperative that this story had to be finished, and over a period of another eight months of meditation and mediumship (and may I add sore wrists) this is the end product of Anna’s story.This is the story of a little girl who, from the beginning, had no possibility of a nice future, but who had also a gift of seeing spirit and how she was left in an orphanage without anyone to look after her. She was left with no answers on even why she was there. Many people know about the Laundries but to the extent of how young girls were treated in ways that you wouldn’t treat a dog. The beatings and mental torture .That would break the strongest of souls. Well, this is Anna’s version of her whole life and what she had gone through, from watching her mother being taken away to her brothers and sisters never to be seen until many years later. A Heart wrenching story of how she had eventually found love but as her life was going it was to be short lived. A story of how each and every person she had loved had been snapped by the hands of death, taken from her just when things seemed to be going so well. From her life beginning in Ireland and then to the heart of London this story will hopefully touch the hearts of many people who have experienced any type of loss, love and abandonment in their lives. I need to acknowledge Anna as a beautiful soul and her companions in this story who not only are wonderful spirits but also the best companions I’ve had these last four years. I have gotten to know each and every one of them. Their personalities shine through as their true selves. The characters, their sense of humour and their sheer determination are what kept me typing.To Anna, Millie Edie, and Ella: thank you from the core of my soul for choosing me to write and tell your souls journey. It has been not only my first time to write, but an experience that I will cherish until the day I step into spirit where we shall toast this book together. Until then, I hope I did you proud. For I am so very proud of you all.All my love, Fiona xxx