I feel it important to start this by honoring my Ancestors. My Ancestors are Irish, Scottish, and Swedish. Both my Nana & Gram’s parents immigrated from County Galway & County Clare, Ireland. My Great-Great Grandfather immigrated from Aberdeenshire, Scotland. My other Grandfather is of Swedish ancestry. He was one of 7 siblings - my Grandpa being the youngest of them, and the only one of them born in the States. The connection I have to being Celtic is particularly strong. I have had the privilege of visiting both Scotland & Ireland and my ancestral homes. I hope as my journey continues, I learn more about my Swedish ancestry and connect deeper with it.
My journey has been anything but ordinary. I suppose that this is normal for a person who speaks to Spirit. I was born naturally connecting with this energy. My first conscious memory that I can recall was with Spirit. I naturally could read and feel land. And from the land - the structures and beings the land supported. I was so strongly attuned to the way land, things, and beings felt. I saw Spirits in real 3D reality. And for me - this was all normal. I thought everyone experienced this.
My Mother was a lovely woman and she means the world to me; but she had fears and conditionings just like any other human. My connection to Spirit terrified her. Forcing her to face her fear of mortality and made her question her religious beliefs. I was never told that I was crazy, she just said I had an over-active imagination. I was not allowed to talk about what was happening in this “unseen” world, or research it. I had so many existential crisis’ as a kid. I don’t want to project my belief’s onto anyone - this is just my lived experience. So please, as you read this, stay rooted in your personal beliefs. This is just my story. I was raised Catholic and was taught that we have this one life, and then we go to Heaven. As a very little girl, I would sob. I didn’t want to come back to Earth. But I knew that we did. I would tell my Mother that it is just so heavy down here, and some people really suffer. I would tell her not every life is as good of a life as we presently have - that we are so lucky, we have it really, really good. That there is so much suffering that exists next to the beauty of Earth. My Mom would just be staring at a very little girl, talking about bigger, adult perspectives, who was questioning her raised faith. She did not know what to do. I would tell her I wished we had just this one life, but that we can choose to come back. I would be so worried as a child that my next life would be hard, scary, bad. As a child I longed to go back home. But could never fully verbalize what that looked like. It was just this knowing, this feeling. I look back and I just want to hold that little girl. She had such big concepts running through her mind, and so much anxiety over it all. I could write a book just on this one chapter of my life.
Just because I wasn’t outwardly allowed to express myself, and be myself, did not make the connections from Spirit stop. I have this one very specific memory of being driven through an area- knowing that a little girl had been shot by accident in her kitchen by a stray bullet. I could see the girl in my mind’s eye, she told me her story and I could feel it. I truly believed my Mom; I just had an over active imagination. I was an amazing story teller. I was told I was too sensitive, overly emotional, irrational, imaginative…
What I really needed was someone who saw that I was energy sensitive. What I needed was someone who could teach me how to speak and read what I naturally tapped into. What I needed was someone to help me become an empowered empath. However, I do believe my soul chose this family dynamic. And with life, I did step into being an empowered empath. Life has carved me, and for both the beauty and the pain, I am grateful for both the path, and who I have become.
The existential crisis’ continued. It was my brother who actually helped calm them. He told me - if I had been raised in a family with a faith different than Catholicism, then I would be raised of that other faith. That religion and spirituality can be a choice if you make it one. It took a middle school child to teach me about perspective and conditioning. No adult around me had ever been able to meet me and share with me that higher perspective regarding this topic. His perspective and wisdom immediately calmed me, ground me, and was my first lesson in what is conditioning. His words and teachings were my medicine.
As time continued on, I began to create a fear based relationship with my natural abilities. I regularly questioned if I was mentally sound and if I needed psychiatric help.
Deep down, I knew I was supposed to be using these abilities. I knew I was supposed to be communicating with Spirit, and acting as a bridge to both the living and the dead. I just had no clue on where to begin my studies, and I did not know mentors (at the time) for this type of thing existed.
Flash forward several years, my Mom got very sick and died. All of a sudden, I was seeing, hearing, and feeling my own Mother. A woman who did not have time for this when she was alive. I thought to myself - I have genuinely lost it. I had a conversation in the kitchen with my Father one night. He told me that he has always believed that I have a gift, an ability that others haven’t fully tapped into yet. He told me to meet with someone who may be able to help me. I said, “I don’t want to meet with someone who will tell me what they think I want to hear. If I’m crazy, at least I am a gentle crazy. I think a stranger should be able to stop and tell me ‘honey, do you know you have a gift’”. I mean, after all, I was watching Theresa Caputo Long Island Medium do it on her show every week.
This is how I know magic exists. This is how I know magic is real. Magic is Spirit. We had our Mother’s Celebration of Life coming up, and my sister who lived in a different state booked me a haircut. She knew I wouldn’t do it myself, so she invited me down and forced me into a salon where she could make sure I was made kempt. Can you tell she is my older sister? I went down to visit her, and stopped at the Salon. I go in. The Salon is dead. Just me and the hairdresser. I sit in her seat and we make small talk, talk about what type of cut I want done with my hair.
As I’m getting my haircut - the conversation naturally flows to holistic healing modalities, chakras, into more spiritual practices. She finally looks at me and goes “Everything you see, feel, hear, sense, and know - you’re not crazy, you have a gift.”
I was shocked. I was staring at her in the mirror - and I said “come again?” And she repeated her previous statement. She then began to describe my Nana’s image to the T, told me my Nana saw my light as a baby and knew I’d have these abilities, and opened me up with Spirit prayer. She told me my aura was so bright - she knew I was a child of the light and an original healing source of Earth. (Now - I still do not understand what either of those things are. However, I do deeply feel connected to Earth and I do feel like my energy field and my aura are bright). I asked her to explain what those meant - but at the time my awareness of what she was saying was so limited. I was brand new to this world. So these terms just landed and everything that was said after that was a blur. I asked her if I could mentor under her - and she said that she doesn’t do mentorships. She was a really lovely lady. Not even interested in taking additional money from me. As I left the hairdresser salon, I said “Thank you for the haircut, but also for so much more.” She replied, “Honey, you weren’t here for a haircut today”.
That’s when my journey really started. I found a mentor in 2019 who I studied with for years. She is such an amazing soul who really helped me understand the Spirit world and how to connect and communicate with everything around me. When I was still doubting my talent and aptitude, she encouraged me to take an Advanced Mediumship Course at Arthur Finlay College in England. I did not think I belonged. I had so much wounding around this part of my life. Self limiting beliefs.
It was at this school, this intensive program, where I really stepped into my light. I left that school feeling empowered. Knowing that I am a psychic medium and I can be a channel for Spirit. I can be a bridge between the seen and the unseen. I can help others through the healing process of physical loss and emotional pain.
Ever since attending that school, I have done reads for family, friends, and clients referred to me. The feedback was consistent - Andie, you need to be doing this as your life’s work. That the session left the sitter feeling like healing had taken place, leaving with warmth and hope in their heart space, and clarity in their mind.
My intuitive guidance sessions actually were something I used to do solely for my sister. We would sit with our Mom - our Mom would come through and I’d channel for my sister. She would come through with evidential messages of things that transpired that I didn’t even know about. Our Mom would reflect on her life, and provide insight and feedback to my sister’s life - and the two topics would relate and a reflection of how the two roads connected would be the medicine. Ancestral wisdom and ancestral medicine at its finest. And from there the sessions, and how I run them, was born.
My name is Andrea Elise Hay. I go by Andie. Some call me Red, And, Ands, or Annie. I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend. I am a Psychic Medium and Empath. Simply put, I read and speak energy. And it is my hope that I help to share unconditional love in a world where it feels like so much is temporary, convenient, and conditional.
It hasn’t been the prettiest of roads to get to where I am today. But I wouldn’t change it for anything. I have lost people, those still living and those dead, who did not support me stepping into this light. But “the light in me, see’s the light in you”. The wound of visibility was strong - but I cannot be anything other than who I am. And at least she is gentle, open hearted, and full of love. I am extremely grateful to walk beside people who do support me, and love me for exactly who I am.
I look back at that little girl. That little girl who just knew home was elsewhere. I am still just as confused about that feeling today as I was then. But what I can confirm is that feeling has never left me. But when I look up at the stars at night, I do oddly feel a little closer to it.
Sometimes I feel like the character Holden Caulfield in the novel The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger. I may not relate to certain parts of his mental state, inner voice, or life experiences - but the overall theme of feeling alienated - like I don’t quite fit in, and struggling with being in the observer seat view reflecting on loss of innocence and the superficiality of the adult world. Sometimes I too just want to be The Catcher in the Rye, and spread my arms so wide that I keep all the kids safe from falling off the cliff. I often joke that I am a wildflower that somehow grew through granite rock on the peak of a mountain side; free, persevered despite the odds, holding on through sheer will and grit, and wild. I couldn’t fake fitting into a single file line even if I tried.
I am so lucky that I am surrounded by some very beautiful people who support and love me. My Mother gave me her heart, her eyes and her love for both listening to and playing music. She shaped so much of the soft parts of me - the parts of me that are my favorite - the parts of me that are the most vulnerable. My Father gave me his love for nature; learning how to live in rhythm with it and how to learn from it. He shared with me perspective, mental state, perseverance, how to ground, how to give others the benefit of the doubt and assume the best in everyone, and how to be independent. Both of my Grandfathers gave me the gift of art - both were painters, and one was also a metallurgist. My sister gave me the gift of unconditional love. No matter my day - whether I’m at my lowest low or my highest high, she celebrates me. She is the person I cannot sit next to at religious ceremonies, funeral ceremonies, really any formal moment where we are expected to behave. We are very different people, but humor is where we connect. She shares with me her beautiful gift of humor and comedy. And if you give us a chance to be inappropriate in a setting where we need to be on our best behavior - we seem to become feral and incapable of pulling it together. My Nana gave me the gift of sight, the gift of Spirit connection. My Gram’s gave me the gift of knowing how to set boundaries and have firm limits, but also know when to be flexible. My Gram’s taught me - what you do for one, you do for all. I’ve also been given the gift of having a dog as a best friend. There is no other living thing on this planet who loves me more. And I always let my family know that I love my dog the most and that she is my favorite. My Brother has given me the gift of asking me to be strong and to stand in my knowing of Self, no matter the push back, and to stay unmoved. This gift, may be the most beautiful of them all.
I’ve been given the gift of some beautiful minds and hearts that have shaped me; leading me to find painting, guitar, metal/jewelry smithing and writing. Because of this - these are all ways Spirit channels through me. Something that I am looking forward to, that will be birthed on this website at some point, will be courses on Channeled Art and the How To’s, as well as me selling my Channeled Art that I create.
By Breath & Bone was born from a deeply connected space. A space where Spirit, Breath, is interwoven into my daily life on Earth, Bone. Bringing the ethereal into something tangible. The dance that Breath & Bone have and the healing that can be brought forward when connecting the two. The “By” is intentional, crafted. Breath is life force. Bone is the foundation. Breath is spirit, presence, intuition, emotion, energy, the unseen, eternal, ethereal, healing, the soul.. Bone is grounding, the body, ancestry, strength, truth, mortality, structure, remembrance, what remains… Together, they are the meeting place between spirit and body. It carries life and death, softness and resilience, the mythical and the physical, nervous system and soul, and healing and embodiment. The name feels ancient, grounded, poetic, and memorable. I’ve never felt more connected to something I’ve built.
I want you to be seen in all your beauty, exactly as you are now. And if I can help support you on your path, I am grateful for that.
I am here to remind you of your power.
