My journey began on a personal level when my daughter was in the back of an ambulance every week with status epilepticus. It wasn’t looking good for her as the medication was having little effect.

The day of her first seizure, I was at work when the angels stepped forward. Not gently. Not quietly. They told me to get Amy to the GP — NOW.

I rang the surgery and I lied to the receptionist. I don’t regret it. As a medical intuitive, I know what raises red flags, I know which words open doors that must open. I said just enough to make it urgent, just enough to get her seen. Then I called my mum. “A taxi is on its way,” I told her. “I need you to pick Amy up from school and take her straight to the GP.” She asked why. I said, “It will become clear.”

They collected Amy from school - I was in LS15 at work so could not get to her in time. And the moment she walked through the door to reception— within minutes — she went into status. Just like that. Her body crossed a line that can’t be talked back from. 

I had acted just in time.

I waited for the call, knowing it would come. And it did. It was the GP I trusted. His voice was shaken. “Andrea,” he said, “you need to get to the hospital. I couldn’t stop it. She’s had the maximum dosage of medication I can give her.”

He didn’t have a scooby what was happening inside me ever. He never did.

But time and again, I would walk into that room, he would look at me and ask, “What’s wrong?” And I would tell him. And he would confirm it. With a look of mutual respect.   

Another time, I rang the school and said, “Where is Amy? She is having a seizure.”

They were running through the school, searching, panicking — they couldn’t find her. Amy had found her own way into a cupboard. I tuned into her and led them to her. By the time they located her, I was already on my way to the hospital. As they found her, they called an ambulance.

She later received a leaving certificate for being the only student ever banned from cupboards. Even in the midst of terror, life found a way to leave a strange, human mark.

The hospital trained me in emergency administration of buccal midazolam. No idea why that took a training course or once again was it something that I already knew.   I knew the protocols. I knew the timing. But the angels always forewarned me before it happened. Always.

If my mum was ill, my dad would never say, “Go to the doctor.” He would say, “Call Andrea.”

I was their healthcare. Not because I replaced medicine — but because I knew when intervention was needed, and when it wasn’t. I had a strong relationship with my dad’s medical team, especially the neurologist who cared for him. There was trust there. Mutual respect. He didn't understand how I got results I did or even knew things but he respected me telling me never to stop doing what I am doing. My dad was in his early 70’s when I reversed his LBBB and trust me had a lot of ECG’s as they kept looking for it. The letter is on gallery.

I listened. I acted. And when it mattered most, I was already moving.

In 2014, I was at work, pacing the floor, when a feeling rose up so suddenly and so forcefully that I said it out loud to my team:
“Something is wrong. I’m going to get a phone call — it’s Amy.”

Almost immediately, the phone rang. 

It was my GP.

I don’t know whether I screamed down the phone, cried, or became a completely hysterical mess — I only know that within moments we were driving at speed to Pinderfields, my heart pounding so loudly it felt like it was drowning out every other sound. Time seemed to stretch and collapse all at once.

As we arrived, I was on the phone to Amy’s paediatrician, who met me in resus. They had already been trying to stop a seizure for ninety minutes, and nothing was working. There is nothing — nothing — that prepares you for standing in an ambulance bay waiting for your child to arrive. It is the longest, most helpless moment a parent can endure.

When she came in, I touched her head. She stopped. I leaned close and said, “Don’t ever do that to me again,” and through the fog she muttered softly, “Sorry, Mum.”

That night, I slept on the hospital bed beside her, terrified to leave her side. I watched every breath, every movement, afraid that if I looked away something would happen. That fear became our life. Weekly admissions. Constant vigilance. Living in anticipation of the next crisis.

Eventually, her paediatrician sat me down and spoke with complete honesty.
“You have to prepare yourself,” he said. “There is nothing more I can do. I daren’t even adjust her medication anymore.”
He knew I respected the truth, even when it hurt.

💫 My reply came without thought, without hesitation:

“Not on my shift.”

The following week, it happened again. I was just about to administer Buccal Midazolam when the rapid responder came running up the stairs — he even knew her bedroom. In that moment, something inside me shifted. I looked up to the sky and said, with everything I had,
“Help me save my daughter, and I will work for you.”

I heard a voice tell me to put my hands on her head.

When I did, I felt it — a power so overwhelming, so mind‑blowing, that it took my breath away as it surged through my hands. And then, just like that, the seizure stopped.

That was the last one. There were no more.

My years of running were over — even though, at the time, I didn’t yet understand what those words would truly come to mean.

🌸 Accepting What I Am

A few nights later, I had the worst day at work ever. It is politically incorrect to bang staff’s heads together, and even more unacceptable to call your FC a bell end. I meditated, and something profound happened. Friends had no idea how to help me, so I set off on a journey, trying to search for logical answers. But when none could be found, I had no choice but to accept who I was, and that it was time to live my life as my true self. My life was never going to be ‘normal’.

Later that year, my Dad was rushed into hospital. The anaesthetist took us aside and said, “We cannot save him, he is too poorly.” I looked her in the eyes and said, “It’s not his time – he will leave in six weeks.” She responded, “You don’t understand me, we cannot save him.” I said, “But I can.”

Six weeks later, my Dad left Critical Care.

A few months later, he was rushed back in, and I shouted, “Don’t lie him down—he aspirates!” The locum looked at me, surprised: “I didn’t realise you were one of us.” I replied simply, “I am not.”

Later, I insisted on testing my Dad for Phenytoin toxicity. The doctor resisted—but the results came back dangerously high. My Dad was moved immediately to Neurology, where he stayed for five days. The neurologist looked at me and said, “You saved your Dad’s life.”

My response was straightforward: “No, the staff saved him because they listened to me.”

I remember visiting someone who had suffered an adverse reaction to chemotherapy. The air on the ward was heavy—thick with fear, exhaustion, and resignation, all hanging unsaid. I didn’t just help her; I helped the whole ward. 

The consultant stood back, visibly stunned. Finally, he said, “You need to volunteer here.”

I looked him in the eye and replied, “You need a prescription pad. I have my hands. So remind me again—who exactly needs to volunteer here?”

I told him plainly, “Your time is no more important than mine.”

He paused, then smiled, “I like you.”

I shouted back down the corridor, “Don’t like me too much—you’ll end up an ex-husband in no time!”

He laughed so hard that he followed me out and bought me a coffee. Later, he told me he would never forget what I had said that day—or what I had done. I told him, “I appear as either a lesson or a blessing.”

And he did learn a lot that day.

I realised then: I had a gift.

I can tell you so many things, so let me add a couple in a nutshell.

On the 14th February 2023, the Angels stepped forward to prepare me for my Dad’s return home. The initial panic attack was off the scale, yet I calmly sat with the Angels, needing to find out everything in order to give him the journey home he truly deserved. I went into the kitchen to make a lemongrass tea to bring down the anxiety. I called a friend, who is a medium, and she told me I was wrong—but I am never wrong. She sat in silence with me, just holding space. I went into meditation to bring my breathing under control.

On the 18th February 2023, I was working on a client when the Angels came in and said, “We are coming for your Dad.” I ended the session abruptly and ran the two streets to my parents. Two hours later, my Dad nearly choked, and it was fortunate I was there, as my Mum would not have been able to handle it. I knew dysphagia was going to be an issue. I looked my Dad in the eyes, and a tear dropped. He knew; I knew. He entered actively dying. I will write one day about their passings.

When he passed, the district nurses asked as they were certifying his earthly death, “Are you okay?” I said, “I am still in professional mode, but please do not worry.” The Angels told me my Dad would be returning, as he would be told what I am. I sat in the therapy room at home, and he came back six hours later. He had a lot to say! Including that I should have told him, but he also said my Mum was not far behind.

In July, I found cancer in my Mum, but discussing this with GPs is part of a legal battle, unethical and illegal grounds,  so I will say little else here. I mention it only as a small part as there is a big case on many issues.  This is frustrating as it could have been avoided if their management was fit for purpose.  It is what it is and we are progressing down the legal route now.

 My Mum said she was not going on any key dates and would see the twelve months through from my Dad. I told her, “It doesn’t matter when you go; you cannot stop the pain we will feel.” We had such amazing parents.  I was truly blessed to be given such beautiful and amazing people to guide and love me in life.

When she was dying, as I had her on the stair lift taking her to bed, I saw her change in front of my eyes. She held my hand and said, “I’ve told [her brother], watch Andrea. She is the strongest of the three, but she doesn’t know how to let anyone in to help her.” I said, “I don’t need anyone to help me. If you don’t let anyone in, you cannot be disappointed.” She said something else to me, which I won’t reveal here. She passed as she said—not on key dates, and after the twelve months of my Dad. The Angels placed her on a bed of daisies. When I asked why, it was something I had never seen before, and they told me: angels, when passing, are laid on daisies. It was beautiful and fitting for such an amazing Mum and best friend. Lots of my life was only revealed after their passing and indeed theirs.

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Mandy, who works in the centre, came with grief for just one session, and this is how we met. I told her that I was concerned over something I had seen in her breast and pointed to a place, asking her to keep an eye on it and, if any concerns arose, to make an appointment with her GP. She returned about eighteen months later and told me that a couple of months after seeing me, she noticed a lump and had been through treatment for breast cancer. She was deeply appreciative that I had mentioned it to her.

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A client came in, and the Angels kept showing me that her husband was going to have a heart attack. I never give warnings that will cause unnecessary concern, but the Angels gave me permission, so I simply said to her, “Can you get your husband to have his heart checked with his GP?” She told me he would not go near a GP, so I said, “Well, try, as I have a health warning around him.”

That night, he asked her for some Rennies, complaining of the worst case of indigestion. She asked him to go to UTC with her, and he told her she was being stupid. She went outside and called an ambulance due to my warning. The paramedics arrived and said, “Look mate, we are here, so why not let us just check you over?” There was a lot of grunting and reluctance, but he let them examine him. The results were so critical that he was blue-lighted to Leeds, as he was in the middle of a major heart attack. He made a successful recovery, and gratitude flowed from every pore of her being.

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Another client came to see me—a young woman who had been through breast cancer but had overwhelming trauma from it. One session, I said to her, “I really don’t want to alarm you, as I am not concerned, but can you go and get checked out? I can see something on your right-hand side, and I would feel better if you had a scan just to confirm what I am seeing.” She looked me in the eyes and asked, “You really aren’t concerned?” I replied, “No, I really am not, but I need to mention it.”

She called her breast care team, who arranged an MRI to put her mind at rest. The results ended up being reviewed by the MDT, and I was right—it was nothing to be concerned about. She had calcification from radiotherapy, exactly where I had indicated. She now comes for top-ups and is, in my eyes, the strongest and calmest person I know. Her trauma and health-related anxiety are gone.

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I was out walking when I heard Archangel Jeremiel say, “Andrea, we have Amy protected, but you need to get to her. She has the virus.”
I rushed home and called her — no answer.

As I was about to tune in, I saw it: angels standing in a circle around her, wrapped in healing light. At that time, Amy was living in Dewsbury, training as a nurse and working on a COVID ward.

Then the message came.

“Mum, I can’t breathe. Please come and get me. If I go into hospital, I will die.”

Something in me switched — Angel Mum. I told her to put music on, to stay completely still, and that I was coming into her. I transferred my energy, laid over her, inside her, and worked for twenty minutes straight. When I left her, she was sleeping. The angels stepped back. I knew — deep in my bones — it was done.

I kept going back into her through the night. Sixteen hours later she woke up. She wasn’t breathless anymore — just incredibly weak.

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Another time — and I have permission to share this — I woke suddenly at 3am and saw her clearly, tablets in her hand. I called her immediately and said, “What are you doing?”
She replied, “I can’t do this anymore.”

I got past the police it was the times you weren't allowed in or out of places. A friend drove me straight there. Her flat was the physical shape of her mental health — chaos, filth, not one clear space on the floor. We grabbed clothes and I brought her home.

I tore into her GP for overprescribing medications to the point where someone couldn’t even function. A few days later, she handed in her notice. I told her, “No job is worth your mental health. If you don’t have that, you have nothing.”

Today, she’s thriving. She loves her job in pharmacy services. She’s due to get married.

Another day at work, she kept hearing her name being shouted — over and over — telling her to go into the back. She told a colleague she was just going to the toilet. Four minutes later, an armed robber came into the building.

I’ve always told my children: “You came out of me and expect to be normal?”
The angels look after them — so I can focus on my work.

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It wasn’t all medical.

My youngest daughter, Hannah, had only been driving for about a year when I felt it — that deep, instinctive warning that something wasn’t right. I saw the accident unfold in my vision,  I put her in protection. I remember sitting together during a family meal and gently asking her to be careful, to really stick to the speed limits. She looked at me and said she already did. I held her gaze and said, as calmly as I could, that I had a strong sense an accident was coming. I reassured her that she wouldn’t be hurt, but that the car would likely be written off. She rolled her eyes and said, “Great.”

A few months later, she phoned me and said, “You can stop worrying now — the accident’s happened, and I’m okay.” She was shaken but safe, and that mattered more than anything. What followed was a stressful battle with the insurers, who seemed to see only her age and tried to take advantage. I offered to step in when she was overwhelmed, but she impressed me deeply with how fiercely and maturely she handled herself. I could see my backbone in her, clear as day.

When I did take the phone, I went through all the permission and confidentiality checks. Within five minutes of the call, Hannah received an email confirming the insurers would cover the recovery fee — a fee they’d been trying to unfairly push onto her. She laughed and said, “Mum to the rescue again! Jeez, I wouldn’t want to fight you.” I smiled and told her, thankfully, she didn’t have to.

Hannah has not had it easy but it gave her strength she has carried into adulthood and beautifully unfiltered.  You absolutely will be smirking or laughing if you are witness to conversations between her boyfriend and her.  

Once, while I was at a business meeting over a meal, she spotted me across the room. Without hesitation, she pulled up a chair and said, “Can we join you?” The man I was meeting was clearly amused and said, “I can tell — she’s definitely your daughter.” I asked who wanted a drink and went to the bar.

When I came back, I found Hannah enthusiastically quizzing him: “So… how did you meet my mum?” I nearly died on the spot. I quickly said, “Hannah, this is business!” She shrugged and replied, “Well, you never tell us anything.” The table erupted in laughter, and her boyfriend grinned and said, “Well done, darling — you’ve done it again.”

Afterwards, the man told me my daughter had my mannerisms. I asked which ones, and he said, “No filter.” I laughed — because it’s true. You don’t get very far in a busy world by skating around things. Sometimes you just need to be direct so everyone can move forward. As he left, he winked and said he wouldn’t mess with my daughter — or me.

Later, Hannah looked at me sheepishly and asked if she was in trouble. I told her maybe next time she could take five minutes to read the room. She grinned and said, “But where’s the fun in that?”

And honestly — that’s Hannah. Brave, sharp, loving, and unapologetically herself. 💛

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I was at work when I suddenly saw my client’s face in my mind, clear and urgent. I knew, without hesitation, that she was in danger. I tried to call her — once, twice, six times — but there was no answer. I sent a message asking her to call me immediately. Still nothing.

The visions were coming thick and fast,  My vibrations had changed as I connected in on the angelic vibration and my head went into action  when you know something is unfolding and you can’t reach the person in time. I stopped where I was, focused entirely on her, and did what I could in that moment — grounding myself, holding her in thought, asking for protection and staying with her energy. 

About two hours later, she called me back.

Her voice was quiet, shaken. She said, “You saved my life today. Mine and my daughter’s. We should have been killed. How we walked away from that accident is nothing short of a miracle.” She told me she’d seen my missed calls but kept thinking she’d ring me back once she reached Cheshire. She said she knew something was wrong because I never call like that.

Then she told me what happened in the car.

As she spoke, she began to cry. She said that in the moment everything went wrong, she felt something take hold of her arms — guiding the steering wheel, controlling the car. She described it as a powerful presence, something beyond her. “It saved us,” she said. “We should never have survived that crash.”

I told her gently that what mattered was that she and her daughter were alive.

She said she’d been in shock — not just from the accident, but from the overwhelming sense of being held, helped. Before that presence faded, she heard my name, loudly and clearly. Someone — something — was telling her that I had helped.

I told her to rest, to let her nervous system settle, and then — with the kind of blunt honesty that only comes from care — I said, “Next time, answer the phone. If you’d answered, you wouldn’t have gotten into the car.” She laughed weakly and promised me she would. Coming from her, that’s saying something — she hates phones as much as I do.

She is alive. Her daughter is alive.
And she gave me permission to share this.

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A former client once shared something that deeply moved me. She had been very unwell, confined to bed with a virus, feeling utterly exhausted and overwhelmed. In that vulnerable moment, she said aloud, “Please God, ask Andrea to help me.”

The following morning, I felt a clear and unexpected nudge that I was needed. What made it unusual was that I always message first out of respect for client confidentiality — you never know what someone may be dealing with. This time, though, I was told very clearly to call.

When she answered the phone, she said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe you heard me.”
I simply replied, “Let’s help you first — we can be grateful afterwards.”

Two weeks later, she came into the centre for a full check-in and to gently clear and rebalance her energy fields. As expected, her physical recovery was complete. The shock of what she’d experienced — and of being heard so clearly — took a little longer to settle.

Moments like these are always humbling reminders of connection, timing, and the quiet ways support can show up exactly when it’s needed.

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I was working quietly on my computer when I was suddenly alerted that someone was asking for help. I was shown an image of a woman sliding down a wall, completely done, tears streaming down her face — the kind of moment where someone feels they have nothing left. I didn’t hesitate. I went to her energetically, spoke to her, held her hands, and stayed with her until the weight eased. Afterwards, I shared a brief post on Facebook describing what had just happened and asked the person, if it was them, to contact me.

About six hours later, I received a message asking if it was me they were looking for. I described what I’d seen. The line went quiet, then she hung up and immediately called me back on video. She looked exactly as I had been shown and described to her. We talked, and she said, “I felt this darkness just lift. Everything suddenly went very light.” I told her gently that it wasn’t game over yet — but that she wasn’t alone. For now, she seems to be doing okay. I haven’t been alerted otherwise.

That experience stayed with me — but the next one went even deeper.

A friend rang me one day and said, “Andrea, my mum hasn’t got long. She has Covid, and we’re not allowed to see her.” I went straight to work. I found her room, and I saw her clutching a cross tightly in her hands. I didn’t know her mother, but I read the name board above her bed so I knew I was with the right person.

I sat beside her and asked softly, “What do you want?”
She said, “I want to go home to my family.”
I replied, “Then let’s go.”
She paused and said, “But I can’t leave.”

The following day, my friend received a call from the hospital. She was frightened to answer it — expecting the worst. Instead, she was told, “Your mum has made an incredible recovery. You can come and collect her and care for her at home.”

Later, her daughter told me what her mum had said. She remembered clutching her cross, certain she was dying, when a nurse — not dressed in PPE, not hidden behind masks or visors — sat beside her, held her hand, and asked gently what she wanted. Her mum wanted to find that nurse afterwards. She said there had been no protective gear, only kindness and calm.  When her daughter explained I had told her the same her Mum thought  she was bonkers and that her daughter had the drugs and not her! I just laughed.   It isn't my job to convince anyone I am just here to work when tasked. 

She came home.  She sadly passed away more than a year later due to cancer, she did so surrounded by the love of her family. 

Some moments stay with you forever

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Then there was Janet.

I was on a call with a family whose beautiful mum, Janet, was ready to leave this world. They were struggling to be there — it was killing them to see her like that. This is something the NHS often forgets: how much families suffer too.  The average is 5 days but I know at every point what they are at.

When I take a job, I connect my energy to theirs,  I stay connected throughout to know everything they are feeling and needing. Although Janet appeared unconscious to everyone else, I was able to communicate with her. I passed on information so specific, so personal, that the family knew — without doubt — that I was speaking with her. There were things said that simply were not known to anyone else.  It brought comfort that Mandy knew her Mum and her Mum helped Mandy through hard days at school.   Janet was a lollypop lady who helped the children that needed love through treatment received in school.  

I did healing work on her daughter, who was truly struggling. She was broken by what was happening. It gave her the strength she needed to get through what would be one of the hardest times of her life.

During my time, I had stern words with the district nurse — not in front of the family — because until that soul has fully left, that person deserves to be cared for properly, with dignity and respect.

I was later told this in regards to me from people who use the centre:
“Fucking hell, I love it when Andrea cracks the whip. She never raises her voice, but you just know you’ve crossed the line. If I wasn’t married, it could turn me on.”

I laughed when I heard it — but I don’t suffer fools. I will go head-to-head with any medical team that forgets there is a person in front of them, and that until that soul has gone, you make damn sure they are looked after.

The district nurse was sheepish. Apologetic.

Janet’s daughters, destroyed and broken, asked me,
“How long, Andrea?”

I said,
“Nine o’clock is important.”

I sent them both home to get some rest while Mandy and I stayed and looked after their mum.

At 8:55pm that same night, Janet passed — back to her parents surrounded by her 2 daughters in love.
Her eyes were twinkling.
Full of love.

Janet had returned home and leaving the suffering of her weary body behind. 

🌟 Accepting the Gift and Who I Am

I have had psychic gifts all of my life, but I spent many years trying to run from them. I did not want them, did not understand them, and did everything I could to avoid acknowledging what they meant. In 2014, I realised I had nowhere left to run. There was no escape anymore.

In 2019, I was shown by the spirit world exactly what I could do. They strengthened my gift so that I could help people, and every single day I am deeply grateful to the universe for trusting me with such a gift — one that allows me to help everyone who walks through my door.

In 2022, I was finally ready to accept publicly who I am, and I was shown again. Even now, I still prefer to remain in the background. My purpose is not to entertain. My job is to work.

🌱 Lifestyle Changes & Vibrations

As my journey unfolded, my body began to reject anything that lowered my vibrations. It was not a conscious decision at first — it was instinctive, unavoidable, and necessary.

2016 – I gave up smoking.
2016 – I gave up alcohol (the hardest, but most life‑changing step of all).
2020 – I gave up meat. (I do not eat that processed shite imitation that is worse than eating meat.)
2023 – I reduced my fish intake, although fish remains an important part of what we need.

Each of these steps brought me closer to the truth of who I am.

During this time, I fell in love with what many people now call Mindfulness. To every spiritual person, this is not a trend — it is a spiritual way of life, one we have always lived. It is simply a new name for something ancient. It grounded me and anchored me at a time when everything in my life was changing, because the truth was simple and confronting: no one was coming to save me. This was my journey, and mine alone.

I will never forget calling on the Angels during one of the most painful transformations of my life, begging them to anaesthetise me. In that moment, my living room filled with angelic light, and my body became completely free of pain. That was when I knew — without doubt — that this was my path.

I have endured a great deal of pain, pain beyond what most people could imagine. When I once asked, “Why do I have to go through all this?” I was told it was because I would never truly believe what I am if I did not feel it. I understood then — without the lived experience, it would feel like a dream, something unreal. But years later, long after 2019, it is visibly evident. It is real. And so am I.

🌟 How It Felt Being Me at the Beginning of This Journey

As a very private person who never shares emotional things, this will shock many — simply because of the depth of what I am revealing.

I am told that the time is now to share my journey, within reason. All of this is approved by those who look over me. I am sharing more of myself now because the time for hiding is over. There is nowhere left to run, nowhere left to disappear into. Not because I want to disclose this — but because it is already out there, breathing, waiting, living, wondering what, why, and when.

When this gift first came to me — when my journey of discovery truly began — I did not feel blessed.

I felt destroyed.

I wanted to end my life.

I remember walking with tears streaming down my face, walking for hours and hours, my mind dissolving with every step. I don’t remember the streets or the direction — only the desperation. I was trying to outrun myself, trying to lose my head, because I no longer knew who I was. Everything I thought my life had been suddenly felt like a lie, and I didn’t know how to survive the weight of that realisation.

That day, I came across a bird watcher.

A stranger.

An older man with gentle eyes and quiet certainty.

He looked at me and said,
“Andrea, we are all here to help you. Help is being sent for you. You feel alone, but you have never been alone.”

He handed me a tissue.

I whispered back,
“I wish that were true.”

He told me I had been watched over since birth — prepared for this very day. But his words didn’t land then. I was too broken to hear them. I sat nearby for about thirty minutes while he watched birds, and eventually I left — feeling steadier, stronger somehow, even though I didn’t understand why.

But just around the corner, something stopped me.

I realised I had never told him my name.

I turned back.

And he was gone.

No man.
No equipment.
Only a single feather.

In those days, I didn’t believe in feathers. I searched for logic — and still do. There is always a logical explanation for a feather. It wasn’t until one day in Tesco that I truly believed in feathers. I was at the checkout and suddenly encircled by about six white feathers. The staff were blown away, and I said, “Well, I can’t logically explain this one.” That was when my belief in feathers and signs was truly instilled.

But something in me had already shifted.

It wasn’t just what was happening physically. I was suddenly tuned to a level of sensitivity I had never known. Being in a room with another person overwhelmed me completely. My senses were flooded. My nervous system was on fire.

The only way I could survive was to walk alone.

So I walked.
And walked.
And didn’t stop.

It caused many arguments between me and the kids. I couldn’t be in the same room as anyone.

That was when I began to understand what the calling of angels truly is.

Not miracles.
Not spectacle.

But calm.
Clarity.
The ability to carry someone through what they are living through — quietly, gently, without force.

No one knows how close I came that day.

But I have always carried a strength inside me — emotionally and physically — that surfaced when I needed it most.

I have witnessed my body do things it should not be capable of doing. I cannot explain them here. Only this: I know, without doubt, that they should not have been possible.

I am an Angel.

Things now witnessed by many.

I can still ask, “Why me?” But as friends have said, “You knew COVID was coming. You were one step ahead. You took people into your home and healed them while others ran scared. Why not you?”

I had some incredible experiences working with vibrations during that time. I also knew the local GP practice was going to become the red centre. Prior to this, I had taken my Dad there for his hearing aid consultation, and it felt dirty — energetically wrong. It was a surgery I had been in many times, so I recognised the change immediately. Months before they knew what would hit them, I scanned every inch of the building remotely while sitting there waiting for my Dad.

During COVID, I kept medical teams, buildings, schools, and hospitals under protection. I continuously placed healing energy throughout. It was also during this time that I was alerted to a health issue in one of the nurses. I entered to deal with it — something I am accustomed to, as this was not the first time I had been alerted to energies I had met before.

I have so many stories I could tell you about my gift, but this gives just a preview of my life. I never diagnose anyone, but if I see something, I alert them to watch for signs and to seek medical assistance if I do not manage to deal with it myself.

My growth isn’t confined to my back anymore. It runs through my arms, my legs, my head, my neck — through all of me. If it had stayed hidden, if it had been only movement and gale-force winds spilling out of me, I might have learned to live with that. I could have coped without having to write this account. Instead, it astonishes people — when they feel it, when they see it shift beneath the surface.

Clothes no longer protect me from what is happening underneath. I joke that I’m going to look like a right idiot walking around Castleford if it all comes out, and my friends try to lift my spirits: “Don’t worry,” they say, “people will just think they’ve taken too many prescription meds… or a bit too much recreational fun.”

I subconsciously removed myself from public life. It wasn’t planned — but the Angels knew I could not live the life you do.

People ask why I’m single.

Work it out.

The truth is, as one client once said, I am a virgin compared to her — not in body, but in the way I live, the way I experience this world. I absolutely have no idea how people can sleep around, with all that energy you inherit. I have only made love to one person I trusted very little with who I am. He had to stop — in his words — because I combusted. I could never have sex without alcohol to numb the senses, and I wasn’t married to him, lol.

I protect myself by always looking after myself, which means keeping counsel over my emotions and who I am. I knew early on that how I viewed sex was different from my female peers. I wrapped myself in the idea that it was sex, never making love, because the latter is over powering and I have to fully trust someone with who I am. Recently, I discussed this with a friend who is a trained psychotherapist — what has always happened during intimate moments and what I feel and experience. I have never been normal — but, as I said, the running is over.

Clients and therapists in the centre taught me that it is okay to be different. It is okay to trust — but I do everything with the guidance of God and the Angels. (Something I only now mention as my beliefs are private)  I keep my own counsel. Someone — and an ex-husband  — said to me, “It would be nice if you just needed people sometimes, if you could let people in. You are so Jack Reacher it’s unbelievable.”

People enter my life to teach me something for my journey — never by accident. My previous partners — Armed Forces, a virologist, Islamic — and yes, the last one mattered deeply. There was a reason for that path. I have never looked at someone and simply fancied them as others do. It has always been energetic transfer — not chemistry, something far deeper.

I spend ten years alone before the next lesson arrives.

After hurting the last one, I made a vow: if someone says it’s over, then it’s over. I have no say. That is the end. I have no free will. I will spend the rest of my life alone if I must — because imagine this: you are in an intimate moment, vulnerable and close… and then the wings appear. They appear in places you can imagine, if you really must.

My work has always been service — to God and to the Angels. That has never changed, and it never will.

My last husband gave me an ultimatum: my work, or him.

Well… you can see what the Angels thought of that.

I have accepted that the life coming for me will be lived in isolation, with only those trusted by God and sent to me playing a part. I am not alone — ever. I am at one with the powers of the universe to work for you.

I work with God and with Angels — not to preach, not to convert, not to claim authority over anyone’s beliefs. Your journey is yours. Mine is mine. People are often shocked that in the therapy room you would never know how spiritual I am. You receive the guidance, the science, the wisdom of angels, medical intuition — a gift I give in the same way I once received it when I believed I had nowhere to turn.

I provide a service that can last up to two hours, working through the issues you are facing. I use tarot — not for me, but for you. A visual confirmation of what has already been said in the session. In my experience, tarot is never wrong — but your life path changes with every decision you make.

My work is to help people recover.

Once, I went to see a medium. I told her I didn’t need help contacting my family — I could do that myself — but I wanted to understand what was coming for me.

She studied me and said, “I have no idea why you’re here. They won’t let me through the golden door you walk through. There is another gift coming, but I am a medium and you are an angel. We are on completely different frequencies. Why the fuck did you choose me? I am no one.”

I told her, “Everyone living is somebody. No one is above anyone else. We are all on this journey with our skills and gifts to bring to the table.”

When I left, I gave her extra money. She asked why.

I told her the Angels said she was struggling.

She replied, “So are you.”

I said, “Yes — but the Angels provide for me. I only have to ask. I am given what is needed. No more, no less.”

Before I left, she said something that stayed with me: “This job is about managing expectations.”

I told her she was wrong. Our job is to guide — not to read body language, not to manipulate the auric field to tell people what they want to hear.

Since gaining the wings, no medium can see my life. They aren’t allowed.

I have one guide. One only. A guide that cannot be interfered with. What I call my employer — because I have no free will. Angels don’t. I walk beside and work with vibrations I am blessed to know. I feel proud to be at one with them.

There was one thing I always said I never wanted. And I was afraid it would come.

It did — three years ago.

Again, I searched for logic. You may laugh — I have wings visibly pushing out of my back, and still I look for rational explanations. That is who I am. But I am reaching a point now where I simply do my work, guided by the highest power I know.

The final gift I received — I reiterate — was the one I never wanted. Research made no sense. I did not fit the criteria. Only around forty people in the world live with it.

Within hours, I moved from rejection to acceptance — not because of anything I read, not because of persuasion or logic — but because something inside me shifted completely.

What I once feared, I now carry as an honour.

Go figure.

💫 Who I Am Today

I work as a high‑vibrational therapist, offering a wide range of services in energy and holistic work. I am a true lightworker, and I dedicate myself wholeheartedly to guiding you toward your highest potential — your best, most vibrant self.

🌿 My role is not to tell you what to believe, but to create an experience that opens your heart, awakens your awareness, and supports your healing journey. Here, you are seen. You are heard. And you are deeply held. From the very first session, many people experience a profound shift — a clarity that washes over them, a strength that rises from within, and a deep inner knowing that they are ready to embrace the life they were always meant to live. You will feel supported, and the Angels will have me fighting your corner if you need it. I never step away from fighting for what is right. You would not believe just what protects me.

✨ Abundance is not measured in money alone. The greatest wealth is health — emotional, physical, and spiritual. Without it, everything else loses meaning. Together, we work to restore that wealth, reconnecting you to your inner balance, resilience, and vitality.

I walk eight to ten miles a day in meditation, deeply connected to my guides. Some people call me “the medical medium” because of my sensitivity to the body, but I am not medically qualified. If you need a GP, I will always guide you there. And yet, many of my clients experience healing beyond what they thought possible, restoring their wellbeing in ways that leave them astonished, empowered, and deeply changed.

My gifts continue to grow, and while many experiences must remain private, the transformations are undeniable for those who step through my door.

At times, my life feels surreal, yet every moment of this journey has revealed truths that cannot be ignored — things you can see, feel, and know are real, often later supported by science. This path did not begin in 2019; I have always been different. There are parts of my story I cannot share publicly for safety reasons, but I trust the vibrations that protect and guide me, leading me to work with those who truly need it.

I would not trade this life for anything. It is an honour beyond words to walk alongside you on your journey back to health — whether emotional, physical, or spiritual. I do not simply offer wellbeing; I work with those whose hearts and bodies are calling for real transformation, and where support from the Angelic realm is needed. This is not a job — it is my calling, my life’s purpose, and my privilege.

I am supported by an incredible team who work alongside me, chosen by the Angelic realm to help fulfil what I am here to do. They are the ones who support people on their wellbeing journeys, and I trust them deeply.

Changes are coming as I move closer to my work. This means trusting those who work with me to shoulder some responsibilities, freeing me to be what I need to be. Everything remains overseen by me on a personal level to ensure that your care, your safety, and your wellbeing remain our focus. We have you — and you are not walking your journey through life without support.

🌸 With love, light, and gratitude for all that I am and all that I am becoming,

Andrea

At Andrea’s Healing & Wellbeing Centre, many of our clients find they no longer need to visit their GP surgery regularly. Why? Because they have restored their health through the work we do here.

We strongly believe in combining medical science with holistic and spiritual healing. Together, these approaches create better outcomes — helping your body to remember the incredible job it was designed to do. Too often tablets are the first option, but with the right support, the body can often heal and rebalance itself without the need for medication. We are not against the medical sciences but we do believe in the cause rather than tablet to symptom.

Many of our clients have been able to reduce or even come off medications such as antidepressants, thanks to the results they achieve here.

We are qualified in many different therapies, but for around 95% of people, spiritual healing makes the greatest difference. This is healing aligned with your highest good.   

Before 2019, I wouldn’t have called myself a believer. That changed when I experienced undeniable evidence of the angelic and spiritual realms for myself. Since then, my path has been about helping others access this healing — always with respect for your own personal beliefs.

Here, you won’t find religion pushed onto you. My own church is nature — that’s where I feel closest to my guides and higher vibrations. What matters is your journey, your health, and your well-being.

At Andrea’s Healing & Wellbeing Centre, we are your biggest cheerleaders. We’re here to support you through every step of your journey, whether that means sharing your tears, your laughter, or your breakthroughs.

This work is results-focused, not money-focused. Our mission is to help you become happy, healthy, and successful in every sense.

Working with God and Angels is a unique type of healing. It’s not about “one size fits all.” It’s about accessing the wisdom you truly need at the exact time you need it.

Think of it like this:

• Mediumship is like opening one book.
   
• Angelic and spiritual healing is like walking into an entire library and being guided straight to the book that holds the answers.
   

This is why every healing session is different, personal, and deeply transformational.

📹 Want to see more? Watch these short videos to learn about my journey and the work we do here:

https://www.facebook.com/spiritualhealingbyAndrea/videos/621138425897848

https://www.facebook.com/spiritualhealingbyAndrea/videos/2977606959217250
 

✨ “I came here at one of the lowest points in my life. I walked out lighter, calmer, and with a sense of hope I hadn’t felt in years. I’ve since come off medication and feel like myself again. Andrea and her team genuinely care — they’ve changed my life.”

🌟 “I didn’t just find healing here, I found hope. Andrea’s work gave me back my confidence, my health, and a belief in myself that I thought I’d lost forever.”

🌟 “After years of GP visits and medication, I finally feel free. The support here helped me reduce my tablets, restore my energy, and actually enjoy life again.”

🌟 “The moment I walked through the door, I felt safe and supported. It’s more than healing — it’s a community that celebrates your progress every step of the way.”

🌟 “I can honestly say Andrea has changed my life. I left feeling lighter, calmer, and more connected to myself than ever before. It’s like a reset for your mind, body, and spirit.”

Most reviews are too lengthy to add to here but you can find them online. 

If you’re ready to begin your own journey back to health and happiness, we’d love to welcome you.

📞 Call us on 01977 361405
🌐 Visit: www.andreashealingandwellbeing.co.uk
📍 Find us: Andrea’s  Healing & Wellbeing Centre, Castleford

✨ Let us help you reconnect with your inner strength, release what no longer serves you, and embrace the life you truly deserve.

Your journey to healing starts here.