clairvoyance
The Mystery Woman In My Mother’s Kitchen
I had an unusual childhood as the member of a psychic family. I also grew up in a haunted house, which is something we did not openly discuss in those days.
One particular ‘ghost’ story is something I will never forget. It was one of those unusual instances where my psychic abilities would not provide any of the answers. It was also an incident that would change my family forever.
My mother was terminally ill and shortly before she passed we were sitting in the living room talking to her. She kept referring to this woman she saw cooking dinner in the kitchen. She described the woman as being in her early 60’s, with an apron and light brown hair. My mother was not pleased that this stranger was busy cooking in her kitchen. What was she doing there?
Although we are a highly intuitive family, none of us saw or felt the presence of any ‘woman’ at that time. There certainly was no ghost in the kitchen. If there was, we would have sensed something. We were not sure if my mother’s words were merely a side-effect of the medication she was on, or whether she was getting ready to leave this life, which may have been causing her to hallucinate. None of us really knew what to make of the strange ‘woman in the kitchen’ she kept seeing.
My mother passed away shortly thereafter. About six or seven months later my father announced that he had met a new woman and that he really liked her. Time went by and one day my father told me he was going to ask his new girlfriend to marry him.
I had never met the lady before and not knowing who she was I wanted to be sure if she would be the right person for him. What if she was just trying to take advantage of him? But this time my psychic abilities let me down. For some reason I just could not pick up on who this woman was that my father was planning to marry. This is something that sometimes happens to psychics when they try to read for themselves, or for the people close to them.
You Can Develop Your Psychic Abilities
Everyone can develop their psychic abilities. It is not a ‘gift,’ we are born with it. Here are a few tips on how to develop your psychic ability.
Get out in nature at least once a day. Take off your shoes, yes, even if it is cold out. Feel your feet on the earth and imagine you are a tree, and your feet have roots that bury deep within the earth. This is how you ‘connect’.
Picture the roots growing and getting deeper into the earth. Thank the earth for her gifts and ask for her to speak to you. You might feel a slight tingling in your feet and body! If you do not initially, eventually you will. Just keep practicing, even if you just start with a few minutes per day.
Once a day, also meditate. Turn off all electronics and do not be disturbed. Start with a few minutes and work your way up. Clear your mind of everything: every worry, every to-do list, every pain in your body. When a thought appears, put it on a cloud and ‘watch’ it drift away, and then refocus to ‘nothing.’
If it helps, try and ‘hear’ your heartbeat. Concentrate on hearing yourself breathe. If you are outside, which is best, try to hear the leaves rustle or the sound of birds. This will take practice, but this will allow messages to come in from spirit. Spirit will not be able to speak to you if you have a many other thoughts and worries going through your mind.
If you must, cover your eyes with a blindfold or anything else, to keep you from opening your eyes. Try and ‘see’ colors or shapes or patterns. Concentrate on that. This will also take practice, but do not give up.
After you master at least fifteen minutes of meditation, have a pen and paper nearby and write down every thought that comes in, every image that you see, every color or number that you see without thinking about it. You will be amazed what may come through!
The Old Man And The Christmas Bells
With Christmas upon us I have been hearing church bells every Sunday in recent weeks, just like in my younger years. Going back to those years in my mind, I can remember being very young when my mother was stopped by a man who told her he was the new pastor at this church far from our house. He looked younger than my parents and he asked my mother if we had a church that we go to. She told him we did not and the man gave us an invitation to attend his church.
Since this church was reasonably close to where I grew up, it was fun to walk there at first, but after a while it seemed like forever. But my mother made a promise to us kids that after church we could get a soda pop or an ice cream cone if we were good. Mom knew how to persuade us kids to go to church without a fuss.
When I first looked at the church is seemed big, but it looked very different from the Catholic church across the street. We opened the doors and were greeted by two old ladies who handed out the programs for the service. They also told me that I would meet my mother down here in the same place after Sunday school.
Next I met my Sunday school teacher. His name was Rusty and since I was the ‘new kid on the block’, he introduced me to all the other children. Since I didn’t know any of them, I didn’t know what to think. Then Rusty started with the lesson and once again it seemed like forever for Sunday school to be over.
Later, I met mom downstairs and as I was walking down the hall a older man greeted me. I greeted him in return, not thinking much of it. After we had been seated and the pastor opened with prayer, I remember looking around and noticing that the old man was not sitting in the same pews anymore. He seemed to have left.
A Happy Ending To A Familiar Psychic Confession
It’s an all-too-familiar tale many professional psychics can tell. A classic, common, tragic tale. One of my clients ignored my advice and put her trust in the wrong man – and lost everything. “The man is not honest. Don’t send him money,” I cautioned her early on. “He’s using you.” But she was madly in love and threw all caution to the wind.
“Your warnings echoed in my head,” she told me later, once she ended up standing in front of the shambles that was her life. “I ignored your advice, didn’t want to hear the truth, and I got it all wrong,” she confessed.
Her story is rife with deceit, betrayal, and bad judgment – even worse than I could foresee when she first consulted me about her relationship with this man.
“A few months ago, my new fiancé decided to build a house for us in his homeland, and I gave him financial support for this project,” she explained. “Little by little, I had transferred all of my savings to him, until I had just enough money left to actually fly to him. I was curious about the vacation paradise that he called home, and that was soon to become my new home too, once we got married. But a disaster awaited me.”
“My future husband did not want me to go there yet, and after my arrival I soon understood why. He was already living in that house, the one he built for us with my money, but with his wife of many years! Yes, he is married. My world collapsed. I actually fell for a fraud, a total scam!”
“I wish I had listened to you Sabina. You warned me from the start,” she cried. “Don’t send him any money, he’s a fraud,’ you told me in no uncertain terms. You also told me that he was not being faithful, and to expect a nasty surprise once I go there.”