Psychic medium Frances Camilleri was born with a special gift that allows her to see and communicate with spirits everywhere. As a child, this ability confused her; she couldn't understand why no one else could see her special spirit friends. Now she help Embracing My Gift The Autobiography of a Psychic Medium By FRANCES CAMILLERI Balboa Press Copyright © 2012 Laura Frances Dawson All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4525-0519-0 Contents Acknowledgements.............................................................xiChapter 1 – A New Adventure............................................1Chapter 2 – My School Years............................................9Chapter 3 – The Teenage Years..........................................16Chapter 4 – Childbirth and a Near Death Experience.....................23Chapter 5 – House Haunting.............................................29Chapter 6 – Spiritual Awareness........................................34Chapter 7 – Selling the Haunted House..................................42Chapter 8 – My Health Challenges.......................................45Chapter 9 – Loss and Grief.............................................50Chapter 10 – Meditation Group..........................................54Chapter 11 – Moving House..............................................56Chapter 12 – More Insight..............................................60Chapter 13 – Heartbreak................................................64Chapter 14 – Spirits and Ghosts........................................68Case Histories & Testimonials................................................75Epilogue.....................................................................115About the Author.............................................................117 Chapter One A New Adventure Living in Malta My memories of early childhood living in Gozo, Malta were very happy. Two doors from my house was my favourite park which I loved to play in, laying down in the long grass and running free, feeling wind on my face until I exhausted myself. I would lie down in the tall grass and it would envelope me in a protective way and I would listen to the spirits communicating with me. I was always eager to get back to the park and as soon as I walked in, I always had a sense and feeling of safety and belonging. Rain, hail or shine I always went there to spend time looking up through the tall grass and smelling the strong scents of my favourite flowers like Jasmine and Daffodils. I never wanted anybody else around me when I was experiencing my special time and space. The park would close at 6pm and then three bells would sound to warn everyone to leave before the gates were locked up for the night. I would just ignore the bells and stay by myself with my spirit friends in the park. They would tell me when it was time to leave and go home. Dinner was served at our house around that time. Of course, I would always be the last one in to our house for dinner. One day my mother caught me squeezing myself through the metal bars of the fence. Mum was not impressed and I was punished for it but of course it didn't stop me from doing it again. In Malta, I enjoyed lots of friends. I was treated like an older, wiser person by my same age friends. We use to ride our bikes everywhere, get into lots of mischief but not too naughty. My best friend was Antoinette who was born in America and of course my mother and her mother both named Maria were old childhood friends themselves. When Antoinette was very young her parents separated and her mother and Antoinette come back to Malta to live. We did everything together especially summer vacation. My Aunty owned a small holiday shack at Marsalforn on the beach, not far away from our family home. Everybody referred to it as the "Summer House". This was where we spent most of our idyllic, long and very hot summer vacations. Most of the inhabitants of the island would go there for summer fun. All the children enjoyed playing together. Activities were competitive fun races, swimming, scuba diving and snorkelling. Diving to collect Sea Urchins & Oysters was a favourite pastime as they were considered a real delicacy in Malta. Adults supervised the children at all times whilst collecting them. The only other holidays we had off school and work were Easter, Christmas Day, Boxing Day and New Years Day. People born in Malta were classed as British Subjects English was our first language I have a lot of happy memories of my very early childhood spent in Malta, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I loved racing up to greet my dad in the street when he came home from work. He worked at the Hospital X-Ray Department, after finishing from the hospital dad would come home for dinner with us spend a little time playing with us kids then he would ride his motorbike to his second job as a barber in the next town. He was a quiet man he was disciplined with us children a very good listener an