I only own one quilt. It was given to me by a mad Mormon missionary who was also a scientist and the author of 26 books. In a strange circumstance, he asked for a reading and I used his birthday to determine his lifepath and current cycle. He was so pleased with what came out of it that he called his father, who was an Elder in Salt Lake City, and they decided, between them, that because the reading was so accurate I must be in touch with a higher power and not the devil, even though I was dabbling in what some people might see as the occult world. Before I knew it, I had been named an “honorary Mormon” and, a few weeks later, was the recipient of a beautiful turquoise Mormon missionary quilt, which I still use. I should add that my title was rescinded soon after, but that’s another story.

Last week, I was reminded of the importance of quilts and quilting when a woman came to me for a consultation. I love the kind of artistic energy surrounding these quilting women (they’re almost always women)—there’s something about the marriage of practicality and art that is really beautiful.

Immediately, the spirit of the woman’s grandmother showed me stacks and stacks of folded quilts. From this image, I understood that my client must be a teacher of quilting—and she is.

Quilts, or at least psychic images of quilts, played an important part in a transition in my life in about 2002. For many years, mediumship was my least used talent. I felt that my psychic ability, cycles and the interpretation of tarot cards, with a little psychology thrown in, was the perfect blend in my work. I’ve always known that mediumship was an inherited talent I possessed, but it was on the back burner for most of my career.

This all changed when a woman came to my office one day and at the end of the reading, I could see a very clear image of three quilts hanging on a clothesline.

I almost didn’t mention it to the client because at the time I was still resisting mediumship, but it was a time when more and more spirits had been showing up in my office demanding to be heard.

Finally, I described the three quilts to the client, and she began to cry. This woman told me that her sister had been a quilter and had created quilts for three significant landmarks in my client’s life: graduation from university, marriage and the birth of her first child. The three quilts image was a validation of the survival of her sister’s spirit, and a significant turning point for me.

I finally accepted mediumship as an important part of my practice and began to integrate it into my readings, where it was applicable. Later that year I travelled to Arthur Findlay College in London to study mediumship formally and have gone back from time to time ever since.

Spirits continue to appear in my sessions, and when I can, I pass on their messages—all because of quilts.