8 December, 2017 12:44

There was war in the Faery household today. Today was Christmas decoration day. Teenager in residence was given due notice that his assistance was required in taking them down & putting them up. Taking them down was no issue. Teenager duly complied & task was completed swiftly. Teenager than thought he could skive off as there was no way in hell he was putting up decorations.
A Mexican standoff ensued…as This irish mammy gave him the choice of death or decorations!
“So help me God, we are doing this as a family and you are going to bloody stay here and help your mother decorate this goddamn tree even if it kills me in the process!!”
That’s the P.C. Version…….
Despite the muttering & curses under his breath, after he realised he wasn’t going anywhere we got on with it!
That was until Gizmo the kitten thought the lights were the most fun thing she had ever seen. Mother & teenager were completely distracted for another half an hour playing with kitten. Teenager had to film her antics for Snapchat posterity!
All was going well until teenager started to suffer from decoration misplacement anxiety & started to lecture the Mammy about how & where to place the decorations on the tree. Mammy made a few suggestions about where she’d like to shove said decorations but it’s too rude for Facebook….
Teenager knew he was on shaky ground and handed mammy the ornaments as she balanced on stepladder cursing under her breath!
Teenager went back up into the attic with storage boxes & on his return mammy switched the Christmas lights on.
Silence.
“Aaaah mam that’s class!”
“We make a good team son!”
He didn’t hear me as I was speaking to the dust left from him scampering away to rejoin his teenager herd!!!!

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

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By Fiona Faery

14 November, 2017 10:59

I bought my Christmas tree today! My last fibre optic tree gave up the ghost last Christmas & went to tree Heaven!
The store was quiet aside from a few customers. There was Isle upon isle of decorations. Every coloured tinsel under the sun, as for trees…you can get a black Christmas tree now!!!
I was mesmerised by all the colours & Yuletide trimmings. I started thinking about families. There are so many different kinds of families now. As a single parent family it’s lovely to see the media embracing all spectrums. As like a rainbow there are many colours, each resplendent in its beauty. Some folk don’t have family (or The support of a family) & have friends that have become like family to them. Whatever family means to you, wherever your heart is….that’s home.
The sales lady was helping genius here find a fibre optic tree. There was a couple with a baby standing talking with friends. The sales lady stopped to coo over the baby, explaining she was her grand niece.
Now here’s the thing. Babies are funny with me! They either beam with smiles as they can see my auric energy light up or it totally freaks them out!
Sadly, there’s no middle ground for this medium!! (Boom! Boom! I’m here every Tuesday..😂)
Anyhoo, this little one laughed & cooed. Such old soul eyes greeted me & I thought to myself….this little one will do great things. As the wisdom that flowed from her cherubic face stopped me in my tracks. Her parents were looking at me, I smiled & went on my way!
The amount of pregnancies I’ve seen over the years! I love seeing the joy of a mother who has finally conceived arrive with her precious bundle.
Do you remember being a child at Christmas? Do you remember the wonder you felt? The pure innocence of hope on Christmas Eve.
Life can leave us with ragged scars if we allow it. I’ve read for people over the years that have had everything taken from them, yet they rise from the ashes to help others.
If you are reading this & are dreading Christmas, ask yourself this;
Are you holding on to the past?
Are you allowing the past to dictate the present?
Can you become present to this moment instead of racing toward the future in your head?
Are you happy?
It’s not about tinsel & treats. The biggest gift this Christmas you can give to you is yourself.
You’re here.
You made it!
You handled all the crap that came your way.
Place your hand on your chest and feel that beautiful heart pumping life force through your body.
Take a deep breath.
Let those shoulders drop.
Don’t lose your joy as you get caught up in the Christmas rush. Look at the lights, look higher at the stars.
Don’t stop believing in magic. For as the great Roald Dahl said
“Those who don’t believe in magic, will never find it”.

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

2 November, 2017 11:37

I had the legion of Mary at my door this morning. They asked me to take the statue of our lady for the week & have family over to say the rosary around it all week long.
I kindly declined, saying I believed in many aspects of the divine mother. She is present in many cultures & faiths throughout time immemorial. I told them my belief system is grounded in pagan beliefs as I believe all paths lead to the great spirit.
One of the ladies was irritated, even though my tone was kind. I told them their devotion was admirable & I honoured their love for our lady. She held her glare & said “surely you were baptised a catholic”.
I agreed, I still adore the ritual of mass & prayer but my path honours all aspects & beliefs. She told me they would pray for me & I thanked them saying I would pray for them too….

I cannot have faith in a belief system that discriminates against gender & sexuality so strongly. I don’t believe in being a lapsed catholic. The moment I entered the cathedral in Santiago…..I knew my choice.
Everyone else stayed for the mass…I looked at the gold interiors, the wealth & found no connection. I had an amazing moment surrounded by little birds in the atrium of the monastery I was staying in, only minutes previous. Yet, I honour others’ devotion.
For centuries The blood that has been spilled, simply to force ones belief onto another, is still prevalent today.
We come into this world alone & we shall leave it. Our belief system is just as personal a journey. No one has the right to force that belief on to you nor make judgments against you, simply because your belief system is different. Yet we do it on the daily.
Judgements are made in a split second, I catch myself all the time. I send love to those thoughts & feel myself softening. I find those that are the ones to condemn strongest are the ones with the most to hide. It’s so much easier to point at others than look at your own failings. To truly know oneself you must embrace your shadow aspect. You need to connect with your pain. For some of us this can take a lifetime. Indeed, Michelangelo’s last words were “I am still learning”. Here’s the thing…we are all learning. Nobody has all the answers.
Kindness is one of the greatest gifts of all. If we can hold kindness & compassion in our hearts, we can learn so much about each other. My mum has a saying, “There are more questions than answers”.
We need to keep asking questions and as the answers always come from within……

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

31 October, 2017 10:38

I asked for a sign last night….It had been a very long day.
I was fed up.
Work front, home front had been challenging and as I dragged my weary soul to bed I had one of my usual chats with spirit.
Today, I was determined like the pages of a crisp white copybook to begin anew.

Fridays have a life of their own and tend to fly by quicker than other weekdays! I had a dozen errands to run & because I work most weekends it’s a busy day to get stuff done on the home front.
My head was full of mental chatter. I rushed into Halfords to get window wipers & anti-freeze as the frost has begun. As I was waiting for the wipers to be fitted, a sudden movement above caught my eye. A Red admiral butterfly was fluttering above my head. I was stunned. A lump the size of a gold ball appeared in my throat & it took all my resolve to compose myself. The staff all commented on the butterfly & how odd considering the weather/ season etc
I sent a silent prayer of gratitude to spirit.
I sat to watch a movie tonight and that beautiful red admiral made another appearance. Message understood.

In a sitting yesterday I kept seeing a cheeky Robin literally inches from my face. I had connected with a mother in spirit, yet her daughter could not accept the information I was providing. There’s only so many times I can say the same thing so I had to drop it. My next client was her sister & in came the cheeky Robin again. I took a deep breath & explained what I was being shown. The lady in front broke her heart laughing & tears of joy ran down her face. Her father had been working in the men’s shed & a Robin landed on his head then hopped down on to his nose…looked at him & flew away!!
Now I understood!
The other sister did not know about the event, again reminding me how important it is to pass on messages regardless if the sitter is shaking their head. They may be unaware of the significance to other family members.

It was a reminder to also keep my heart soft. If we allow life’s woes corrupt our spirit, drudgery becomes the norm.
To accept that spirit walk with us in this life & try to send us reminders that we are always surrounded by love…..🦋

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

27 October, 2017 10:48

There is always someone worse off than you….
There are times in life when the drudgery can overwhelm. We become entrenched in our responsibilities, the weight of others expectations sinks us deeper into the mire of misery.
We can be our own worst enemies, ignoring our bodies warnings to slow down, red flags not to trust that person, hunches to act on, physical pain that tells you something is amiss. The hamsters dead but the wheel is still turning….
Those blinkers of denial are fixed firmly in place & woe betide the well meaning soul that tries to help.
The mask of the victim / martyrdom keeps everyone out, as NO-ONE has experienced the pain you are in.
Until, out of the blue you hear of a tragedy befalling another. You also see their courage despite the adversity they have faced. Cognitive dissonance tries its best to rationalise but your soul has ignited with truth.
You become irritated by your procrastination. You release that even though your situation is tough, someone else in the world is experiencing pain on a whole other level. A sobering reminder that only you can handle your shit. No one is coming to save you, but that’s the beauty of it. You are your own hero. In you the courage of a lion, a ferocious capacity to love unbounded, the laughter of a child & an endless imagination. You just need to see it in yourself. Too often we look outside of ourselves for that spark, we can allow jealousy & envy to curdle that search. Coming across a Facebook feed of happy stories & what appears to be on the surface…effortless success!
The EGO is forever searching for distractions to deter you from your own greatness.
What’s your poison? Chocolate, alcohol , nicotine, drugs, sex, fame, body image? The ego will find a way to burrow Into your consciousness & hatch. It will squat there like a toad waiting for a moment of hope or an inspiring idea & it will pounce on it. You will internalise it & before you even vocalise this beautiful idea it will have been killed stone dead.
It can take a moment of tragedy before your inner sat nav is mobilised into action. Life is instantly simplified into what is right and what is wrong. Your souls gives a rallying cry and you sit up and take notice. There is nothing like perspective to give you a sharp slap into reality. You got this.
Look at the world right now.
Goddamn it look at this newsfeed!
Right now there are unspeakable acts of evil being committed against the human race, the environment & our animals. Despite all this there is so much good in the world. People are standing up and fighting against oppression. They are fighting for those that have no voices. Your. Style is just as worthy but recognise the warrior within. Know that only you can fight your battles. See the lesson. Acknowledge it and Rise from it. If you need therapy – seek it!
If you need help – ask for it!
If you need to talk – reach out!
Listen to your body, it’s intelligence knows no bounds.
Cut yourself some slack.
Please know that your guides & loved ones in spirit are always trying to guide you, but they cannot help you unless you get out off your own way first! Remember in order to help others you gotta help yourself first!

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

24 October, 2017 08:41

My heart physically hurt today as I connected with a broken heart. The sitter’s loved ones in spirit showed me the agony she was in & I had to ask spirit to step back as the intensity was overwhelming. The pain of walking away, even though you are still in love with this person but you know deep down they are not for you. How many of us have stayed, wanting to believe they will change, yet as time passes the realisation that this is who they truly are, the person you fell in love with was the illusion.

The mental purgatory we commit ourselves to. The endless what if scenarios replaying constantly in your mind.
If yours was an unrequited love, you suffer silently. Wondering was it all in your head, did you mis-read the signs? Why weren’t you good enough to be their lover but your friendship “meant the world” to them….?
What the actual fuck is that even supposed to mean.
The sting of rejection. The shame of unworthiness. The anger of time wasted. The sorrow of loss.

Thing is, we can be guilty of projecting what we want to see on a new lover. Overlooking those character flaws (with excuses), and only focusing on the noble traits we want to see.
Those red flags is your intuition telling you there’s an iceberg ahead!
As a woman you don’t want to be perceived as nagging, judgemental or bitchy. So you temper your remarks, and compensate behaviours such as overtipping the waitress after an arrogant remark on his part, or pretending not to hear a jibe at your appearance.
We make allowances for their wounded soul. Possessive behaviour is rationalised as trust issues etc. Mind games, silent treatment is excused by his father’s abuse etc.

Hurt people, hurt – people.

Another weapon has been added to the errant lover’s arsenal – social media.
Posting check ins, selfies with strangers , passive aggressive inspirational quotes, statuses that announce how HAPPY you are….
There is one intention behind this and it is to wound. It’s cruel & spiteful.
If you are currently doing this to get back at an ex just in case they are creeping on your profile…..grow up!
It’s Facebook – I know some friends that would give CSI a run for their money with how they can unearth information, and that’s just someone they fancy never mind an ex…..
If I have a client that has recently split up , I immediately tell them to do a digital detox for 6 weeks. Get that phone / tablet out of your bedroom for starters. Focus on your mental Health.
Talk. Cry. Get out in nature. Get some sleep. Repeat if necessary!

Time is a great healer. As the benefit of hindsight will add a much needed salve on bloodied pride. We are given the gift of perspective, that is if we haven’t been blinded by bitterness.
When we finally can look away from that closed door and dust ourselves down, pick up the pieces of our broken hearts and glue them back together gently; another door opens.
To love is to be vulnerable. You cannot be open to love if your terrified of what’s behind the door. Move slowly, but keep walking one front in front of the other. Do not stay in this barren place, it holds the promise of nothingness. An eternity on the couch, of dumbed down numbness, the safety of seclusion…love does not grow here. Apathy resides here.
Keep hope in your heart & know that love will always find you exactly where you’re at…..

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

12 October, 2017 11:48

I’m incredibly emotional tonight. This week saw world teachers day & I took to Twitter to tweet about a primary school teacher that had a profound effect on my life. To such an extent I had written a piece about her in a creative writing group I took many many years ago.
I was thinking about how some people have no idea how they can shape & influence a child’s life with kind words & encouragement. I started to try & find her. Well tonight I found her. So I sent her the piece I had written about her:

Her Name was Joan Kiely…
Our paths fatefully crossed when I was in 3rd class in Rolestown National school sometime in the 80’s! One word that comes to mind to describe her was – amazing!
Her personality lit up the room as she entered. Her exuberance & energy were contagious. I simply adored her. She is the person I am indebted to for my love of reading & books!
She introduced me to none other than Roald Dahl. I hungrily ate every word she read to our class, as the last thing she’d do every day before the end of school, would be to read a chapter of whichever Dahl book was in her hands.
My favourite Roald Dahl book is Matilda. The story was about a girl that was different from all the other children and had a wonderful teacher called ms. Honey. Matilda had a love of books.
She also had magic inside. I had being seeing spirit since my earliest memory. I never fit in.
I was always on the outside looking in. I was always the last child to be picked for a team. The bullying I never spoke about until my teen years.
Her classes made me feel normal. Her spirit and her belief in me made me feel I could achieve anything.

Ms Kiely was also an actress. Some days she’d come to class & her beautiful red hair would be dyed grey as the part she’d be playing in the latest play demanded her hair change colour!
My tummy used to dance with butterflies when it came for my turn to read in class. I would throw myself into the character I was reading completely, unaware to the rolling eyes of my classmates!
Ms. Kiely would look at me and beam. That was all I needed & I’d be alright inside for the day. I loved writing for her.
At a parent teacher meeting my mother was concerned how I only wrote on one side of my copy book page, leaving the other side blank.
I was going through copies at quite a rate! My mum enquired as to why she hadn’t pulled me up on it. I can still see my mum impersonating Ms. Kiely, waving her hands & saying ” Fiona, is such a creative girl, it’s just her way of expressing herself!” My parents had decided that summer to change my sister & I to a gaeilscoil.
I will never forget the heartache when I realised I’d never see her again. It wasn’t my school friends I’d miss…it was my beloved teacher who nurtured my love of reading & imagination.

How do you put into words how profoundly grateful you are, that this person kindled a spark inside you that burned to this day. The inspirational pieces I write, my poetry, my love of everything magical & mystical I owe to her. The joy I had in reading Roald Dahl all over again to my child , (with all the voices & impersonations!) , can directly be traced back to this wonderful human being.
My love of books, I know I’ve Mentioned this but when you are a lonely little 8 year old girl they became a source of escapism for me, to this day I find great comfort inside the pages of a book. Whatever is happening in the world & my life, there is another universe awaiting me inside the pages of the latest book I’m reading. It is a safe harbour from the storms of life.
I would say she is the single greatest influence I’ve had in my life. She encouraged me to follow my heart. Thank you Ms. Kiely.
You will always be my Ms. Honey as you believed in a little girl who felt different from everyone else. I will carry you forever in my heart.

(C) Fiona Faery

By Fiona Faery

4 October, 2017 11:04

Today I’m sending out Love. Like you, I saw the images being streamed from Las Vegas. All over the world there are people hurting.
In times of crisis I look for the helpers. They are always present, perhaps you are one of them…
Where there is suffering, they appear. You could be an advocate , make a donation, but please don’t look away & do nothing.
I can’t watch people suffer , so I donate to charities.
You may have your own favourite charity or you can be charitable locally. Instead of throwing clothes out, bring them to charity shops or clothes banks. Check in on elderly neighbours, as loneliness is the silent killer.
Get off your mobile phone and be present with your family for an hour later on. Switch it off….
We are becoming desensitised to chaos. We need to remember that . Hate breeds more hate.
So today, compliment a stranger.
Lift that phone & have that conversation you were avoiding.
Life is so precious.
Your time & energy are too, spend it wisely. Life is too short for grudges & petty jealousies. We allow stupid triviality to fill our heads & stop us from achieving greatness. We let fear tell us we are too old , too stupid & too late to find happiness/ success / love / forgiveness etc
As long as their is Oxegen pumping through your lungs it is NEVER TOO LATE.
So just do it.
Tell one person you love them today. Tell one person you’re sorry.
Forgive yourself for being so tough on yourself.
Catch a judgemental thought & send love toward it.
Do something today that makes you smile.
Give thanks for the love in your life.
Know you are loved more than you will ever know.
Today I give gratitude for the love I have in my life & im sending love to where it’s needed in the world today, I carry your hearts in my heart today.
Love is the greatest superpower of all

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

13 September, 2017 12:53

I’ve thought long & hard about writing this. If you work in the service industry you are more than familiar with clients that cancel on the morning of their appointment or simply don’t show up for their appointment. A year ago, I started taking deposits for sittings. 99% of my clients are sweethearts, but there is 1% that have no integrity & cancel / don’t show.
There are always exceptions / family emergencies etc but there is a level of low lying ignorance that I simply don’t understand. It’s really frustrating when you are booked out for sittings & have a waiting list for clients looking for bookings on that particular date etc only to have a client not have the manners to show up or even have the decency to cancel their appointment.
I noticed also, that it was the client’s who were unable to give a booking deposit were the ones every time that failed to show.
My assistant has had folk swear blind they will show up, saying they can’t work PayPal etc only to be the very ones that don’t turn up on the day.
I’ve made allowances up to now, but from now on I simply will not take a booking without a deposit.
I’m self employed this is my business & a deposit covers me for the loss of revenue etc. It’s not fair on the client’s who were waiting on a cancellation & not fair on my time. If you are booking a sitting please check it’s convenient & you are able to attend on the date/ time in question.
Thank you.

By Fiona Faery

26 July, 2017 09:17

When you breakup with a lover, there’s a respectable grieving period. You are allowed to be sad / angry / upset & can vent at will to release the anguish burning within.What happens though , when a friendship dies?
Friends can literally grow apart.
As the years go by you are no longer on the same wavelength or life experience, you begin to drift on different currents. Oftentimes it’s a joyful reunion when you meet up or sadly through feeling shameful at the loss of contact & fearful of a rebuttal the friendship stagnates.
There are friendships that separate through confusion & crossed wires, usually passive aggressively where one individual expects the other to “know” the grievances committed & the stonewalled silence drives a wedge that through indignation & Anger silences communication.
There are friendships that have ended on the sword of betrayal, that no amount of apology can salvage its bloodied remains.
There are friends who enter our lives for short periods & leave when their purpose is fulfilled.
Sadly, there are many friendships that end through miscommunication.
We have this innate fear of being judged. We feel unworthy. So it’s no surprise when a disagreement arises we cower & run from a perceived confrontation. Your friend may have every right to be pissed with you or you could be over thinking the situation. You do not have all the details as that would require both of you. They cannot tell you that you’re not offended no more than you can tell them.
The only way through this is discussion. By all means get it off your chest & if you both can find middle ground (assuming you want to!) , you need to resolve your differences.
Even if you manage to get closure if the friendship is unsalvable.
The amount of people I read for who sit across from me genuinely confused as to why a friendship ended.
No text/ phone calls etc
Just a dead stop.
It’s incredibly difficult if your friend is passive aggressive for even if you do try and have an honest discussion they will deny any wrongdoing and defer all attempts at resolving your “imagined slight”.
It’s like trying to catch air!
You will walk away even more confused.
If your friend avoids all form of conflict they are more than likely codependent & have been programmed to avoid any form of dispute. If you do manage to
Pin them down they will play the victim card.
I’ve had former friends give me elaborate tales of illness & tragedy to avoid being called out on their bullshit.
If you are going through a friendship breakup or considering breaking up with a bestie, ask yourself the following:
1) Do you have the full story?
2) Are you projecting your stuff on to your friends?
3) Are you afraid of being “judged”?
4) What are you grateful for in this friendship
5) Do you want to stay friends with this person?
6) if you were giving advice to someone In the exact same situation what would it be & why?

Consider the above.
It’s too easy to get on the phone, whinging & bitching about how unfairly you’ve been treated. You’re not 17!
Own your shit.
A sign of maturity is contacting your friend and asking to discuss the situation. It’s fine to let them know you’re upset but there needs to be a desire to resolve conflict on your part, not wanting to get caught up in a dragons duel of ego’s. It becomes a fight to the death of who wronged who more!!!!
You can either be right or be happy.
Decide if the transgression needs to be discussed, noted and move forward. Our friends teach us many lessons and are reflections of our character. There’s an old saying “show me your friends and I’ll show you who you are”.
So who are you?

©Fiona Ní Mhuirri

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