I am clairaudient, clairvoyant and clairsentient. When I do psychic readings for clients, I clearly hear, see or feel what I need to convey to clients. This is not my imagination – that is a different topic altogether. It is as real as I am writing here.
Or maybe it is not as real. Or maybe it is more real than me writing here. This elusiveness is exactly the reason why people often don’t trust that inner Voice.
I like to explain that when I do psychic readings, I tune into your private space and tell you what I see, hear and feel while I do that. I do this with confidence, because I have over the years learnt to fully trust the information I get in this manner. I may not understand half of it at times, but then I remind myself that I am the messenger. I rely on my clients to tell me when I am wrong, and I can say with confidence that this happens very seldom. I have also had a few rare experiences where clients told me I was wrong, and then contacted me again to tell me that what I gave them was right.
I am writing this, not to blow my own horn, but to explain how easy it is to listen on behalf of other people, because I have learnt to trust that inner Voice when it comes to clients.
There is another side of the coin – me and my life. And this applies to everyone, not only to people who work as psychics.
There are times when I struggle with something and I desperately want to hear that inner Voice guiding me – and it is not there. I have observed that sometimes I need to wade through treacle before I get any clarity on a situation. While this goes on, I cannot tell you how lonely I feel. After all, I am supposed to be in touch with all these helpers and guides and ancestors all the time – and I am supposed to have full access to their wisdom at all times.
So why does this inner Voice not work for me whenever I want to summon it? Why is it that I have to sometimes go through hell and back before the Voice talks to me? I am a good person, and I help people all the time by using my gift to help them navigate around obstacles in their lives. Why is it that God sometimes forsake me and I have to find my way all by myself?
When we have these challenging experiences, we forget that we are here to have human experiences and gain wisdom from them. We forget to observe ourselves and detach from the situation. We allow all these emotions to take us on a roller-coaster bare-knuckle ride, and we – or at least I – desperately cry out to get this to STOP – because it is so painful.
I recently found myself in a situation where I felt my whole world came tumbling down around me. I felt that everything I had planned and worked for had come to an abrupt, vicious and vindictive end, despite all the Love that I had poured into the situation for as long as I can recall. I needed a way out – and I realised that retaliation and aggression was not the answer. But what was the answer? And where was that trusty inner Voice? Why did I only experience a dead quiet?
And when you are in such a situation, it is very easy to suddenly have a thought that gives you hope, only to realise that it is your own thought – not the Voice – and that it is about as useful as bursting a pimple by force.
You cannot make that Voice talk to you. You cannot imitate it. You cannot dictate to it.
All you can do is to keep focusing on Love, no matter how hard the situation is, and no matter how desperate and desolate you feel,
The Voice will come.
And the Voice did come for me.
At a point where I had accepted that my whole world had come tumbling down, when I least expected it, there was the Voice, telling me in one short sentence what would happen next. I knew, as sure as I am writing here, that it was not my thought, and that it was the Voice guiding me. I knew that from where I could see, the outcome was about as possible as a chocolate teapot. But I knew it was the Voice, and that what it was telling me was pure truth.
And would you believe it, less than two hours later it was as if my world had been righted again by an invisible Hand that wanted to show me that my world was never broken – my perspective was broken. The outcome that I simply did not believe was possible, was offered to me on a plate, and it was exactly what I was promised.
In one short moment my faith was restored – and I was reminded of how fickle we can be. Nothing had changed except that I had managed a situation with lots of tears, but with none of the aggression that I could have used to be totally destructive. I felt like the Voice was in the background all the time, observing and supporting me, watching to see how I would manage the challenge that life had thrown at me.
I now know that I had passed some sort of test. I also know that the Voice is there all the time – not just for my clients, but also for me. I still have a pulse, and as long as that is the case, I will have these life experiences and I will be able to rely on the Voice to guide me when necessary, and to let me walk my own path in silence when necessary.
All I need to do is trust. And that is the challenge with the Voice which is as solid as it is subtle. I will continue to do my work and listen and learn.