11 April, 2018 12:52

There’s currently a turf war ensuing between a family of blue tits & one cheeky sparrow in my back garden. I’ve called him Rambo. He’s taken on my Robins & I’ve seen him hopping around a stray starling!
However when the flock of starlings arrive he’s no where to be seen! Koda is none too impressed with the sight of 20 starlings twittering away on my lilac tree!
He started to give abuse to them…at first they flew away. Now they couldn’t care less!
I simply Love feeding the birds. I Bought another seed feeder today specifically for song birds.
One of my beliefs are that birds can do the bidding of spirit, it always makes me smile when I get an image of a robin from spirit for a client & unbeknownst to them…an actual robin is behind them on my windowsill!
We are so connected to our loved ones in spirit. They never stop trying to give us signs. It’s usually our feathered friends that are more than happy to help. There’s usually an energy connected. You feel your tummy, you sense a presence or you simply KNOW it’s them. Cynics & skeptics can rip apart such a sacred moment so be careful who you choose to share your visitation with. I could write a book on the amount of amazing stories I’ve been told about Robins. They are such characters. My singers love the blackbirds. My characters use the lone magpie. The Ravens for the mystics & Swallows for those connected with the earth etc…
Today Two seagulls appeared outside. Very unusual. Again I took it as a sign, as soon I will be traveling! I always give silent blessings to the Beauty & simplicity of spirit. You are so loved….more than you will ever know.

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

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By Fiona Faery

3 April, 2018 12:28

In Awe of Mná…
Since I wrote the piece last Wednesday, I’ve been contacted by so many survivors of sexual abuse, I also had clients privately discuss their horrific experiences with me. Women who had been triggered by the verdict & the horrific undertones it implied.
The truth is we are not having enough conversations about consent. The criminal justice system needs an overhaul in the way a rape case is tried due to the intimate & graphic nature of the crime. The statistics on women coming forward to report rapes are shocking. Less then 10% of women. Then a further 10% of that 10% leads to an actual conviction. These figures are from the rape crisis centre which would also admit that these findings are over ten years old as no recent survey has been done on sexual crime in Ireland in the last decade.
We need men to stand with us in solidarity, to speak out & be counted. There is a confusion among some that this movement is anti- men.
Let me be clear, this movement is anti- misogynistic, anti- patriarchal & anti sexist.
As women we also need to look at our pre-conceived judgements that we may be consciously or unconsciously projecting onto women who are raped.
In all my years writing pieces on Facebook I’ve never had to block so many or had my own personal / spiritual views attacked….by other women.
This mentality of….”she went on her own to that party…She must of led him on. She probably woke up & was mortified so decided to cry rape to save face.”
Trust me…no woman cries rape to save face. The harrowing accounts I’ve read & listened to in the last week, has given me a frightening insight into how brutal the criminal justice system is on rape victims. It’s incredibly difficult to get a conviction & if you’re “lucky” enough that your rapist pleads guilty you will be spared the stand, if not what follows…..well we’ve all had an insight into that gruelling process over the last few months. We need to support each other. We need to start listening.
There needs to be healthy conversations around sex & consent. This country is coming of age. We need to finally shake the shackles of Shame around sexual pleasure. That is women, enjoy sex. That we can discuss pleasure with our partners & not feel awkward. We need to be having conversations about feeling ready to have sex with a new partner.
If you’re not Irish you will not understand the massive hang up this country has around it. Centuries of Catholic guilt coupled with a government that aided & abetted a culture of repression on every aspect of a women’s basic human rights. My entire life’s purpose has been built around empowering men & women. As this skewed system Also has repressed Men’s mental health. Qualities such as sensitivity & compassion were viewed as a weakness. Men could not talk about their feelings for fear of being judged as somehow being lesser. Even to go to a therapist was seen as being somehow weak in character. Is it any wonder Ireland have such high suicide rates in young adult males.
We couldn’t approach each other without having enough alcohol in our systems as we did not possess the emotional intelligence to articulate our feelings. Women were meant to be chaste, ‘good girls’ don’t go to house parties with strangers.
Our attitudes are two tiered. If a man sleeps around, he’s admired. A woman is a slut. There is no bad language / label for a promiscuous man. We will be here all day if we get started on the derogatory terms for a promiscuous woman…
The Rape crisis centre in Dublin has received over €25K in donations since last Wednesday.
All of us, men & women- society are coming together to effect change. Survivors you are the warriors who are leading the way. The stories you have shared this last week have changed me profoundly as a person. I have examined my own prejudices, I’ve had awkward conversations, I’ve challenged preconceptions. There is toxic femininity as well as toxic masculinity.
I’ve heard personal accounts this week of a very drunk young woman being left by her friends as she “wasn’t their problem”. Luckily a young man who knew her came to her aid to get her home safely.
The point is we need to charter these seas of uncertainty together. We need to discuss what feels right, for our bodies & our minds. We need to rise from the mire of presumption. In order to truly listen, We must first start using our voices to speak..

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

30 March, 2018 09:32

I’m tired.
Woman across Ireland today are despondent & downhearted after yesterday’s verdict. I’ve been unfriended several times on Facebook, as well intentioned folk have explained the law has ruled …bla bla bla.
A not guilty verdict does not mean innocent. I’ve watched tempers flare (my own included!), and every patronising patriarchal attitude rear its ugly head in the aftermath.
As women we are taught from an early age, always go out with a group, don’t be on your own, be careful how you dress. We try not to draw attention to ourselves, try & smile it away as some creep leers at us….in case we provoke him. Submissiveness is not compliance. If you were mugged in the street a judge wouldn’t question you handing your wallet over, for the thief would have your wallet & if you’re lucky you get to live to tell the tale by complying with their demands. Yet, when a woman is raped she has to prove she fought, she screamed. Thankfully in the Republic of Ireland submission isn’t seen like this.
Have you ever frozen in terror? Have you ever walked down an alley for a shortcut to realise you’ve isolated yourself as your heart begins to pound, you quicken your step & as you step into safety you mentally check yourself for taking such a “careless risk”. Women do this all the time. We mentally check what we’re wearing, we don’t want to bring the “wrong kind of attention” our way. When we do wear what we want, other women can be just as vicious in their condemnation. “Did you see the get up of her? She’s ASKING FOR IT”.

I don’t care how you dress. No woman ever wants to be raped. No woman wants to see her knickers handed around a courtroom or listen to the most vile texts from absolute scumbags.

I’m not posting this to get into another argument, I’m weary. As a woman who has seen scandal after scandal in the last few years I’m sick to my back fucking teeth of the patriarchy. I’m tired of being nice. I’ve no more patience with a system that has a massive gender imbalance. Pay gaps still exist. Blatant sexism is still rampant in certain workplaces. Female comedians don’t get booked to support Male acts in case people think they are a couple. Watch the brilliant Maeve Higgins call out Des Bishop on his podcast on his sexism toward her.
Across the Atlantic Harvey Weinstein systematically raped women and used the legal system to his advantage to silence them.
Mary McAleese called out the misogynistic Catholic Church and their attitude to the divine feminine.
The #metoo movement is uniting women across the world and in Ireland the #IBelieveher is uniting us Irish women. God forbid we voice our opinion. We are told we are hysterical. It’s much bigger than the Ulster case. It’s about believing women when they say they have been raped. For those who lie about being raped are in the smallest minority. To be a mother of a teenage daughter in this age of social media shame culture. It is so pervasive. To be in a society where women are still seen as a piece of meat. We need our good men to stand with us. Fathers to educate their sons on how to treat a woman. Mothers to guide their sons on what is acceptable behaviour.
Toxic masculinity; I’m hearing this phrase a lot in the last few weeks. This sense of entitlement. My blood is boiling at those texts. I could cry tears of anger reading them. You calmly tell me the court has made its decision. You don’t get it.
Us women face this bullshit on an ongoing basis. We fight for equality that our voices will be heard. We are standing together in greater numbers. Women stood together across the country today outside courtrooms to say #Ibelieveher , some groups were very small, others had hundreds. We are standing to say, we are sisters. We hear you, we see you and we stand with you. If you have ever been abused, raped , assaulted we believe you. You are worthy. You are enough. You are a fucking queen to go through what you went through & are still here fighting. There’s many a woman that ended her life, rather then the Shame of a court case. We are currently fighting to have a right to have autonomy over our bodies. No more.
I’m fighting. I’m speaking. I’m shouting. I’m standing up for the women who have lost their voices. Together we will be heard. United with good men by our side we will have equality with our menfolk. The divine feminine has been all but erased from history. She is the wise woman that was driven from her village, the sooth sayer with herbal remedies, the medicine woman. The time of reckoning has begun. We are the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn. Patriarchy your time is up.

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

13 March, 2018 11:55

A worrying trend that is on the upsurge recently, is the need to post private issues on social media. In the last 24 hours I’ve spotted several posts, all of which I’ve unfollowed as they contained accusations of infidelity, family arguments, accusations etc.
All of the posts had one central theme, they were intended to shame the named individual. Trial by social media. The “you ok hun” brigade commented en masse, hurling further insults toward the individual, who in some cases were tagged in posts or named fully.
Foul language & name calling, in some cases a complete character assassination takes place in the comments section.
Sometimes people’s ignorance really does leave me speechless. Text messages / Facebook posts & snapchats are now admissible in court. When you post something online it stays in cyber space forever.
Folk become very brave behind a computer screen, and will post statements that would never see the light of day otherwise.

Are we losing the art of conversation? We check our phones rather than strike up a conversation with a stranger. Our emotions are now status updates? We cannot go anywhere without checking in or god forbid there’s no WiFi connection…

Facebook can be an incredibly toxic place. Posting a vindictive status takes minimum effort & can have a massive impact on an individual’s life. There is an old expression “ What you are speaks so loudly, I cannot hear a word that you’re saying”.

Never post a status if you’re angry. Put your phone/ laptop away. Phone a friend & vent. Get out for a walk. Keep your private life…PRIVATE.

Facebook can be a force for good, it can be used to uplift, educate & enlighten. You can stay connected to old friends, family & build a strong sense of community online. It should not be used to slander, intimidate or degrade.

The same goes for passive aggressive memes / pictures. Just because you didn’t write it doesn’t mean the blame lies solely at your feet for being so bloody immature.

Maturity is understanding another’s point of view, even though you may not agree with that person. You have every right to post what you want in your wall, within reason.
Using Facebook as a platform to hurl abuse at another is wrong, regardless of the details. If you see a defamatory post you can report it & keep scrolling…
Don’t engage, as the folk that tend to comment on these are the medieval equivalent of villagers with torches & will come for you! The Buddha had an expression which I have amended for Facebook! Before you post let your words pass through three gates:
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is it kind?

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

6 March, 2018 10:07

***Rant warning***
Ok….so here’s the thing! This is my personal Facebook page….
My assistant manages all messages as it’s simply overwhelming for me. But this is where I post my musings & YES comment on other people posts. God forbid, I’m entitled to my OWN opinion! All my family, extended family& old school friends are connected to this page!
You may agree or disagree with my opinions, here’s a suggestion….you can keep scrolling, unfriend etc.
I’ve no issue with folk disagreeing with what I write but I have a massive issue with folk being pass remarkable & rude with regards to comments I may leave on completely unrelated pages I may post on. That’s downright creepy behaviour…
I’ve kept this page public as I’ve clients from years ago that prefer this page, because of the algorithms on Facebook my pieces don’t have the same interaction on my work page but this page predominantly has been for my personal use….
I work a 6 day week, i also do two evening sessions, an online weekly Facebook live show, a quarterly radio show. Not to mention monthly Angelscopes, articles & one question readings from this office. That doesn’t include trying to find time to film YouTube videos & manage other social media accounts. I receive a large volume of calls / pms & dms / emails / texts etc. My assistant deals with all correspondence as I’m only one person.
Let me be clear, I simply adore what I do. I love being so busy. I’m very blessed to wake up every day & look forward to what the day brings.
Sadly, there are a few, that feel I should be more accessible, I try & do that through my online show & radio show. There are only so many hours in the day. When the office closes I’ve every right if I want to browse on Facebook without fear of recriminations from folk demanding I respond to their “urgent” requests, sending ?????????? (Bad manners) dms, or simply demanding free readings etc.
The YouTube channel hopefully will begin to tackle the most frequently asked questions. Feel free to send suggestions as I genuinely would delight in seeing you step into your power & shine.
I’ve noticed a few sarcastic comments lately, some personal & some with regarding questions on my live show. Again it’s physically impossible for me to answer all questions, the more someone asks the same question repeatedly the more likely one of my two moderators will hide / delete comments as it’s aggressive posting whilst I’m channeling the answers. I ask at the beginning of every show to wait til the end to post questions , if my words are ignored my moderators will step in. I make no apologies for this, as the discussion in the comments amongst the Faery community is so supportive & this would be lost amongst someone constantly barraging the comments feed. I really enjoy Facebook & I work hard to make this a safe place for folk to scroll through & hopefully will leave with a smile. Thing is, moving forward I’m going to become more vigilant about my personal boundaries as people are very brave behind a keyboard….

By Fiona Faery

22 February, 2018 12:37

Do you still give up stuff for lent?
Ever since the year I made my first communion I’ve always given up chocolate. I used to have a large tin (usually an empty Roses tin from Christmas) that throughout lent I would be stockpiling supplies!
Easter morning I would have a veritable feast with all my favourite bars & chocolate before me.
As I got older, it became more about self discipline. I realised that as lent rolled round each year I would automatically lose interest in chocolate, so last year I added takeaways & coffee.
I’m not religious, if anything I’m agnostic as all paths lead to the great spirit ultimately…
This year I’m in severe caffeine withdrawals….as far as I’m concerned it’s a first world problem & my Taurean stubbornness kicks it up a notch!
It made me think how we can become addicted to things, and I find it a healthy exercise in detachment. I’m due a digital detox soon…I’m using the excuse that at midnight I post my daily Snapchat cards, so my followers across the ocean can get them at a reasonable hour & they will be waiting for everyone else upon waking! Henceforth, the phone has crept back into the bedroom & I’ve found myself mindlessly scrolling through cyber garbage until I realised the time! Sound familiar?
It’s such a self destructive habit, as I have the best intentions of going to bed early…my Paw reaches for the phone and next minute it’s after midnight!
It’s a combination of these distractions that can keep us from getting the real shit done!
Why is it that Monday always feels like the best day to start something new or break a habit etc? Why not now? It’s as if we need to allow time to ease ourselves in….!
Once the Ego twigs the attachment you’ve created it’s open season on your will power! Ever vowed to give up something and you’re doing great until the cravings start, then every waking thought is consumed with how you can get “around” your conviction…your cravings go up a notch and that is where most of us fall off the proverbial wagon! I’m a funny fish…I feel the craving & I
Acknowledge it. I feel where the irrational thought is leading me, where it’s presenting itself in my body and I sit with it….go with it.
Main message I’m getting at the moment is that my body is sick of having to process so many toxins so I can expect to feel like shit until I’ve detoxed it all away!
My Digital detox begins now…..the world won’t fall on its axis if I don’t post my snaps tonight! My body is saying….rest!

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

14 February, 2018 11:52

Had one of those days were I was dog tired… I’m shaking off a tiresome cough, it’s worse at night so I’m ratty in the morn!
I attended a training course in making videos on smartphones. I was doing great & just before lunch I had completed editing, with only the audio clips left to place over the polished piece. That was until I accidentally hit delete and my mornings work vanished into thin air! My course tutor Ultan, tried to assure me saying that no one on any other course had ever deleted their entire video.
I watched in amusement as his face grew more serious as he searched through my phone & we both released there’s always a first time for everything! I went out for a cuppa…
I Realised it could’ve been worse,
I could’ve deleted all the unedited footage also. I simply had to pick myself up and start again! It resulted in my first YouTube video being posted tonight!!!
The drive home was bumper to bumper as a crash at junction 19 had caused heavy traffic…again my radio had synced to my phone & random music started to play…songs I haven’t heard in years! I let the stress of the rush hour traffic go & started to chirp away in unison!
I arrived in the door after 6pm to be greeted with the breakfast dishes & two hungry cats! Ever have that moment where you come home to a mess & mutter expletives under your breath. Teenager- no where to be seen! I could feel the anger prickling my skin..until I decided feck it, I fancy a chinese! I rolled up my sleeves got stuck in & was just finishing setting up the lighting for my live show when dinner arrived!
Had a gorgeous dinner in peace & quiet. By the time I went to go live I was in great form altogether!
I noticed so many niggling things today, the minute I released my attachment to them. I was Free of the burden I had placed upon myself. I asked for help when I needed it. I took a very deep breath where it was needed, grounded myself & shifted my perspective! I also laughed at myself! God, don’t we get so rigid in ourselves at times!
I ended the day feeling grateful for the blessings it had sent my way. Helpful people, timely songs & getting to do what I love for a living!

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

26 January, 2018 11:05

There is a misconception amongst spiritual types that to be spiritual equates you to being a nice person. A spiritual awakening is an incredibly painful process, usually triggered by a traumatic life event or experience etc. This is not par for the course, just in my experience the people who have shared their journeys with me, have been led to their awakenings by such instances.
Each of us will face hardships in our lives, betrayal, bereavement, illness, financial strife etc. How we choose to bear those burdens also determines the filters we choose to see the world through.
I’ve encountered, therapists, reiki masters, psychics, mediums & so many other practitioners that have carried their traumas unable to release them, in doing so they can take their clients only so far on their Healing journeys. The clients, who end up frustrated at their lack of progress, often feel disconnected from their therapists end up either quitting that particular therapist or finding another.

If you had a bad haircut, you would simply find another hairdresser. It wouldn’t stop you from going to another hairdressers ever again, would it?
Yet, I constantly come across individuals who “tried” therapy once but it wasn’t for them. I know therapy isn’t for everyone but at least give it a decent shot!
A similar story with another client who went for their first Reiki session & felt “funny” afterwards, so never returned. Reiki brings out the emotions you have suppressed, the cause of dis-ease within the body. There will be times you will float from a session but there will also be times where the weight of the world will be heavy upon your shoulders.
Most practitioners recommend a minimum of 3-4 sessions before you start to feel a difference, that’s not a money racket it’s simply that Healing takes time. If you’ve suppressed your emotions over a 20 year period, one goddamn session won’t even touch the surface. Anyone who promises it will is lying.
There are no quick fixes when it comes to mental, emotional, physical or spiritual health. Recovery is not a straight line.
It is a Pandora’s box of buried pain that contain emotional incendiary devices that can cause a chasm of grief to be either relived or released.

I’m asked often by psychic tourists what other readers I recommend as “they like to go around them all”! Here’s the thing, it’s such a personal sacred choice.
Your reader is only human, they have a lifetime of experiences beneath their skin. Spirit use their experiences & their innate knowledge of them to translate & identify the life situation facing their respective clients. They cannot give you information that is not within their scope of experience. It’s also a reason why many sensitives watch hospital programmes (for medical terminology), soaps on tv (for to expand on human relationships etc), the more information the cognitive brain takes in, the more scope the reader has in the ability to identify & relay the life situation facing their clients.
Once a person connects with a reader, it is because that reader has developed a fluency of language regarding the human condition. Readers are not telepathic.
You will hear many differing opinions on certain readers/ therapists etc. “I thought she was amazing”
“He was rubbish, he couldn’t even tell I was gay”
“She didn’t pick up I’d children with special needs”
“How did she know my ex husband was a narcissist”
“She knew I had cancer”.

The reason being lies within the readers life experience.
If the reader has nothing to relate to that life experience they cannot telepathically “tell you”.
So for example, if the reader has no experiences whatsoever or has read nothing/ watches anything on the topic of special needs they may not pick up anything around the issue of a client that has special needs children. They may pick up that one of her children feels different from the others but may not understand why. The client does & usually will address it.
Then you have the brigade that remove their wedding rings, give false names on booking (because obviously I have no life and better things to be doing with my time then acting like Magnum P.I. & investigating them!), and “expect” the reader to telepathically “know”.
There is so much general ignorance in what to expect from a sitting, I felt it was time to address these issues. There will always be people who will rub you up the wrong way!!
There will be people we will connect with instantly. The same with therapists & psychics etc.
Neither should you EVER substitute a psychic for a doctors advice / therapist etc. Yes, I may pick up on health issues but any ethical reader will immediately advise their client to consult a medical professional first & foremost. I’ve had clients come to me seeking advice as to whether or not they should bother go to a doctor. Again that person, ignorant of the fact it depends on my life experience as a reader is gambling their health on my opinion. Always I advise them to contact their doctor.
It’s also another reason why after many years with a particular reader you may not “click” with them anymore or you feel they just simply didn’t connect. It’s because your life experiences have changed & the reader may not have the adequate knowledge of your experience in order to relay the accurate information to you.
The older the reader gets, the more life experience gained, the more you read & educate yourself…..the broader & more accurate scope you have of being able to address issues in your client’s lives.
Unfortunately, because this industry is unregulated any Tom, Dick or Harry can go out & buy a deck of cards to set up immediately as Madame Zorro!
If this reader has a chip on her shoulder about men and bitter regarding her recent divorce…..what kind of information do you think she will transfer on to her poor unsuspecting client…..
I’m sure you’ve heard the horror stories. I’ve heard them all. Actually, scratch that…just when I think I can’t be shocked anymore I hear of another unscrupulous individual that is coming from a wounded place, relaying information that is neither accurate or insightful. Please use your common sense.
If you’re not comfortable- say it.
If you feel you’re not connecting with your reader or therapist say it!

I adore what I do. I have days when I feel so empowered and there are the days when I’ve had to deal with time wasters. The “tell me what I want to hear” types. That will go to three or more readers to tell them their abusive partner is their “soulmate” and keep them in denial.
The kind that come in to my house and comment on how I have a handy number etc. They are bad days.
There are days when I see the light of hope ignite once more in a clients eyes and it makes it all worthwhile.
Ultimately Free will plays a massive part in your life. Nothing is set in stone. A reader should guide you but never tell you what to do, they will show you options & light the way. You’re the one who has to do the work! You’re the only person who can take responsibility for your life and take care of yourself.
Trust your gut, it’s always guiding you & that is what any sensitive will awaken in you. Just like Dorothy and the ruby slippers the answers were in you all along it just takes the right intuitive to help you listen to yourself once more…..

©️Fiona Ní Mhuirri

By Fiona Faery

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

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