Betwixt & Between is Frances' story - from early youth talking to invisible friends, to family tragedy, to working with guides in the Spirit World. It will be available in book form soon.
Some exerpts from the book are given here.
MY SPIRITUAL CHANGE OF LIFE
From the early years as a child my unseen friends have guided and helped me through life, a life filled with ups and downs, sadness and tears. I remember, almost as if it were yesterday, when my late husband passed over. We had started a business together only the previous year, it was an Art Gallery and picture framing business, this was going to be our dream! (or so I thought!) The thought of being our own boss - no one to answer to, it seemed like it was too good to be true! (little did I know how it would turn out!)
It was a bright sunny Monday morning, I awoke to an air of foreboding, the weekend had passed with the two of us having had the biggest argument about the running of the gallery. What started so well in the first year, a year beyond our wildest dreams, was now at a maximum low, no picture framing was coming through the door and collectors of my art work were thin on the ground!
Monday January 20, 1992 was a date I and my family would never forget, The sun was shinning and we were both getting ready to go in to work, when my husband asked me if he should even bother as there was nothing for him to do? I at least had a few adult students who came to learn the techniques of painting each day, so I was kept busy until lunch time. Well I thought - his angry mood had not changed, I had to ask myself did I really want him to be around me all day in that same off hand attitude that had overshadowed the whole week end for the both of us. My own melancholy thoughts were almost to much to bare, but I thought when the students arrived and we all got started painting, we would be transported through time and space lost within our imaginations and the silliness of the past few days would all be forgotten (at least for a couple of hours anyway!) how sorry I was to become, having had those thoughts!
But right now getting through the morning is all I can think about I said to myself, working with the students and bringing a few pounds through the door, we had to survive, bills needed paying for the shop and home! no time to waste thinking on stupid arguments (I told myself) I'm sure we will put it to rest when I get home tonight, and all will be back to normal, we might even have a laugh at ourselves as we had done in the past when we didn't see eye to eye on things.
All too soon lunch time was upon us, how two hours can be made so magical when the old world is left out side and we can step in to a whole new time and place through our imaginings! now I was BACK!
All the old gut wrenching feelings came back with a thud! alone again with my thoughts! how would I handle it when I got home that night? would it still be the same atmosphere? oh' please God let us be OK. I hated it when there was atmosphere!
As always one student would stay behind and chat for a while after the others had left, and this day was no exception, as we chatted and laughed about the mornings events in the studio we were interrupted by the telephone ringing. What I heard when I picked up the phone was - even today the hardest thing to speak of/describe! I heard my son's voice shouting down the phone "come home quick!"
My son had come home from work at lunchtime as he did every day, to find his father had attached a hose pipe to his car in the garage and started the engine. It changed our lives forever! And brought me in to seeking the after life and did it really (as I had always believed ) exist? Now I needed answers!!!