Some Truths Take Time
Why I Finally Came Out As A Medium
I've been saying it in a roundabout way for a while. Dropping hints. Testing the water. Telling people bits of it without saying the whole thing out loud. And then last week, I just said it.
I'm a medium.
The relief was enormous. Like putting down something very heavy that I hadn't even realised I'd been carrying.
It started with my mum
Spirit has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. My mum made sure of that. She was spiritually curious in the most beautiful way, and she passed that curiosity straight on to us. Conversations about past lives, reincarnation, the purpose of existence, that was normal around our kitchen table. Gypsies would visit and make predictions that later came true. When I was young I'd have what I now understand to be past life downloads. I'd tell Mum everything and she'd write it all down. She never dismissed any of it. She encouraged it. That openness became the backdrop of my whole life.
When I lost her in April last year, I was absolutely floored. Not just by the grief of losing her, but by the sudden realisation of what a pivotal role she had played in shaping everything I am. Every belief I hold. Every door I walked through. Every moment I trusted the things I couldn't explain. She was there at the beginning of all of it. And losing her is, in part, what brought me to this moment. The last few years have taken more from my family than I ever imagined possible. We lost my brother-in-law, my sister-in-law, my mum, my beautiful friend Tricia, and then my dad earlier this year. Not to mention numerous aunts and uncles. It's been relentless.
And yet, through all of that grief, the thing that brought me the most comfort was feeling spirit around me. Trusting the signs. Knowing it isn't the end.
My mum sends me 44's. We grew up at number 44 and it was always her lucky number. I read a book called Signs by Dr Tara Swart, a neuroscientist who lost her husband and began experiencing signs herself. She approaches it from a science background and it is a brilliant, grounding read. After I finished it I decided to ask my mum to send me 44s specifically. And she did. She still does. On number plates, microwaves, clocks in films, bus numbers, road signs. Everywhere. I even challenge her now. Before I set off somewhere I'll say, go on then, show me a 44 before I arrive. She always does. Every single time. I find it hilarious and I love that playful energy between us. I'd like to clarify that 44 in the UK is not standard on numberplates. It's usually a personalised plate. On the morning we buried the ashes, I was just crossing the road to pick up the flowers to take with us and the car that drove past had the number plate R444 BYE.... I mean, COME ON!!! Absolutely mind blowing.
After dad died in March this year I noticed 22 starting to follow me around in much the same way. 22 also happens to be my birth date. Only two weeks after he passed, before we'd even had the funeral, I had a trip planned to visit my niece Lydia who is currently performing on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. It was a trip I knew mum and dad would both be with me on. They adored Lydia and were so invested in her career. The show she is in is Cats, one of mum's absolute favourites. It was an emotional trip so soon after losing dad, but it started at the airport. The 22s and 44s were everywhere for the whole trip.
On the morning I left the ship though, it took on a whole new level of crazy. I completed my LinkedIn puzzle in 2:44. It was Sudoku number 222. Today's average was 2:22. My win streak was 222 days. At the airport I came out of Door 222, three times on the same sign. My flight tracker said 0h 22m until arrival. I was reading Chapter 22 of my book at the same moment. And as we landed I looked out of the window at the runway sign: 22R. He packed that entire day full of 22s. Every single one. That is not coincidence. That is my dad, showing off. And I love him for it.
While I was noticing the signs, I was also training. Quietly, seriously, and with complete dedication. I've done more practice readings than I can count at this point. I've studied evidential mediumship properly. I've worked with my incredible teacher Hannah Macintyre, whose episode on my podcast, The Power of the Truth is still the most watched thing I've ever published. I've sat in development circles. I've shown up for it on the days it felt easy and on the days it didn't. One of my very first practice sessions gave me something I genuinely couldn't have invented. I got this bizarre image involving elephants and boulders. I remember thinking there is absolutely no way I'm saying that out loud. But I trusted it. The sitter worked at a zoo as a gardener. The message made perfect sense to her. In that moment I felt the universe tap me on the shoulder and say, see? Trust what we give you.
I never forgot it.
And then today...today, I did three practice readings. Two evidential, one oracle card. In one of them I connected with a woman's mother. Her name was Maggie. I could feel immediately that she was a strong character, a matriarch, the kind of woman whose presence filled a room. I got the essence of her personality before I got anything else. I also knew there was a best friend in spirit, like a sister, who had died young in her 40s and who had loved fashion. I got the name Maggie in a flash. Just a knowing. I cannot fully explain how it works. I just know.
And that is the whole point. I know. I've always known. I just needed to say it out loud.
Why now?
Two weeks ago we buried my mum and dad's ashes and started clearing out the family home in Yorkshire. And something shifted. The fog lifted. I finally had space in my brain and clarity about what I wanted.
I don't need to convince anyone of what I believe. I just need to do the work.
And the work is this. Helping people feel less alone in their grief. Giving them a moment of connection with someone they love and miss. Letting them leave a reading feeling like love doesn't end just because a life does. That is what my mum gave me. That is what I'm here to give other people.
If you'd like to book a reading, I'd be honoured to work with you.
With love,
Fran x