Shooting a pilot for CBS

Hi all…am out tonight taping a CSI type show for CBS. This will air on October 30, 2009, as I’m told. Keep sending me those questions, and I will respond to them. Being a Psychic Medium is challenging, and your questions are wonderful to help me in my work.

Just when life seems to be at its worst…

…Look up and see the rise of new beginnings and good things!

Hey everyone,

Been very busy with work, taping the new show tomorrow night, getting used to all the blogging things, still haven’t mastered twitter, but am getting there!  Many of you who have sent me requests for cold case investigations can now e-mail my assistant on CSI files, as well as large events across the country and right here in New England.  Contact

She’s a wonderful person, and can explain all you need to know about those types of events.  I hope to see many of you in New Hampshire on the 24th of this month.  I will be doing appointed readings for the people that call and schedule there time.  It’s a great chance to have a full half hour, or an hour with up to 5 people for either time, or just yourself.  The cost is $75.00 less than an in person or phone with me from my office.  I hope you will take advantage of this opportunity.  Great things to see there as well, music, massage, every kind of genre in the holistic field of medicine, as well as nutrition, and shops will be there.  One of the largest events in New England.  Check out  my website and call the number listed to reserve your spot.  Can’t wait to see many of you, and you will see how exciting, and life changing a reading can be.

I was talking to a friend and she was very down…and this header came to me in my response.  I believe it goes for all of us from time to time.  The rain has stopped and the sun is shining, wherever you are on this day, enjoy a portion of it for you and one you love.

Seacoast Better Living Expo – October 24, 2010

Tickets on Sale Now for Vicki Monroe for her
October 24, 2010 Portsmouth, NH appearance:


October 24, 2009

Join Spirit Messenger Vicki Monroe at the Seacoast Better Living Expo for a special 1 hour lecture:

“Voices of Your Loved Ones …Breaching the Gap”

This special presentation with international recognized spirit communicator, author, radio, and television personality Vicki Monroe will cover various topics pertaining to Vicki’s work and philosophies of healing and spirituality. She may also be guided to do limited readings from the audience.

Vicki has been using her gifts of spirit communication to help people bridge the gap between the physical and spiritual world and find comfort in knowing that we are not alone, but are all ONE.


Lecture Time 1:30 pm

Tickets in advance are $25 per person – $40 week of event.


Vicki will also be offering limited private session throughout the day:

Private half hour reading (1-3 people) $125.00 (special event rate)

Private one hour reading (4-5 people) $250.00 (special event rate)



please call 603-433-7465 or


Voices From Heaven – Are You Listening?

Welcome to my newest blog, and my Twitter, although I must say, Twittering is something I’m not sure of how to do yet, it’s one more step to my building my intelligence in the world of the fast and furious advancement of techno-savvy things.

I recently had some dental work done. And through the experience, where you could see how much the technology has advanced, the fear of dental procedures as simple as a cleaning, has me shaking in my shoes! While I was in the chair, and the dentist was giving my teeth the exam, I never realized that he had stopped working, and that his assistant had as well. That cold water suction thing was in my mouth, and I couldn’t talk for lack of any moisture in my mouth, and having my eyes closed I didn’t see what was occurring. For me, it was just “Can we get this done, before I have a heart attack, mode. And just as quickly he was looking in my mouth. It wasn’t until my two sons went in for their cleaning the next week, and I had a follow up for a small filling. The receptionist at his office is a Licensed Psychotherapist. She is a very sweet and joyful person. As I walked in the door, at the top of the stairs I saw a spirit, very handsome young man. And I kept hearing him say, you know me. “YOU, no me!” And stood at the bottom of the stairs, and looked around me, as if he were talking to someone else. I looked back at him, and he was laughing at me! “No one behind you, and how many spirit messengers do you think walk through that door? After my face stopped burning red in embarrassment, I went upstairs and check in with the receptionist. As I did so, I saw the young man again, behind her. “This is my mom,” I know my mouth fell open, but quickly I shut it, not wanting to startle her. I nodded, and in my mind simply said…..”Oh I didn’t know she and the doctor had children?” Then the lecture followed of you are not suppose to wait five years to go to the dentist! Blah…..blah…blah…..I have great teeth, and other than one small pin prick of a cavity, it was fixed. But it was when I sat down in the waiting area that the receptionist started telling me a story that involved my family. Apparently while I was being examined the first time a week before, a song came on the radio, and song that according to them never is played on that particular station. In fact, they had put in requests for it, and were told, it’s not a part of our genre selection.

And that when I was sitting there, my eyes shut tight, terrified, my knuckles white as I clung to the chair, a song came on. Of course I was so preoccupied by hating where I was, I was completely void of anything else. The young man was standing behind me now, and I still didn’t listen. I just wanted out of there. As I listened to her tell me about this song coming on, and them not hearing it since their only son, who was literally in my face, smiling, and full of mischief, had died of a brain tumor over a year ago and this was the song they played at his memorial, I was not surprised, but overwhelmed. Both my sons had been in for a cleaning that day, and I had been there one week prior, and this song which never played came on. And only when we were there. She told me, if it plays today, I know its Mattie sending us a message. I agreed, and hoped I would be more calm so that I could hear it should it come on. Sure enough, I was listening to the sound of that awful drill, cringing inside, when I saw my dentist face, and his receptionist eyes tear up. We all, as if being told my a single voice turned to the hallway where Mrs. Dentist sat, she was pulling Kleenex out of the box left and right. She yelled back, it that lovely, sweet, happy voice. “Don’t look at me, I’m a blubbering mother right now. Stupidly with the dehydrator sucking all the moisture out of my mouth and me loaded with Novocaine, I tried to talk, but the words I said came out, like I had been on the biggest drunken stupor anyone could imagine. “bar bu bisting bu bis? And on I went. After the tears stopped, I could hear the song, the last of the chorus being played. I had never heard of this young man before. But I thought he has a voice as angelic as Celine Dion…..I quickly learned that the song was “You Raise Me Up,” by Josh Grobin. And until that day, I had never heard it before. This was the song at their son’s memorial, the song that had never played on the radio station they listened to. And for the first time, in over a year, they heard it, once the week before. Then that day, as my sons each sat in a different dental hygienist chair. And finally while I was in the chair. It hasn’t played since I left that day. My dentist and his wife are incredible people, compassion and love are just who they are. Losing their only son was a very hard blow to bare. And I knew it still affected them in a sad way, yet they were progressing and moving forward.

They even came to my office and I did a 4 hour session for them, and let them release a lot of the anger, and devastation they had with others who were not as kind and compassionate as they were to others feelings. But upon hearing from Matt, and hearing he was “Great, and life was SWEET”! They knew it was.

Mat died of a brain tumor. And now the family has begun an annual event to raise money for St. Jude’s, the hospital where Mat had gone. This year I have volunteered my services for this event. The Noyce Family Brain Tumor Drive. I am honored and so very blessed that Mat upon knowing I was there, gave his parents a clear and consistent sign that he was indeed a voice from heaven that would never fade from their lives. He was happy and well. And went into great details of his parents and his life. Even the knew kitten they had adopted the night before. That they were great lovers of animals, and if they took in one more animal, they may have to move and have more acreage as it might be considered a “Farm!” So much is done for us, here, by those we love on the other side yet, we ignore the smallest things. Pennies lying around, and we don’t notice them until we suck them into the vacuum. And the noise alerts us to “Oh my god, the belt is going to break!” Or the scent of cologne, perfume, aftershave. The feeling that you are not alone, that someone, though you cannot see them, is standing next to you, or behind you. A touch that we swat at, thinking it’s pesky mosquito! And the visits in the dream world. Everyone can experience these things, if they open their minds and their hearts to the voices around them. Heaven is merely a blink away, and the voices from our loved ones come through that archway. Closer than we ever imagined. Believing in something you were told didn’t exist for for entire life, can make you wonder if what you are experiencing is real? But re-training your mind, and opening your eyes to the endless possibilities that are there for us, and sooner rather than later, the voices from heaven find you, reassure you, and leave you with a sense of love and understanding that you never dreamed possible. They can even be heard in a song. So listen, and watch, little things are big things when we know our loved ones are still here, and loving us more than we could ever imagine.

In Light,