If you read my other story, you know that I can speak to Freddie Mercury. Since that last story, though, some other things have happened. First of all, I've started meditating. It is actually quite helpful, and I think it's part of what caused an increase in my psychic ability. Since then, I have spoken to a lot more spirits, and some of them needed my help. There was an old man named Albert, a little boy named Justin, a young woman named Sadie, a little girl named Kiana, an old woman named Margaret, and a teenage boy named Matt. These people all wanted to speak to me. Somehow, I knew what to do. I told them to close their eyes (figuratively) and look inward. Then I told them to look for a white light. They could always see it, always in the same spot- straight ahead and a few feet above ground level. Some of them needed reassurance- Albert, for instance, did not know how he had died. I had the image of him falling and hitting his head against a rock. I told him about it, and he was relieved to know that it had only been an accident. Sadie had emotions that were holding her back. She was angry that she hadn't done what she wanted with her life. But I reassured her by telling her she would get as many chances as she wanted, and I sent her sort of an energy- a calming energy. It's kind of hard to explain, but she was able to move on. Margaret and Matt both just wanted to talk to someone, so I listened. Kiana was very afraid to go into the light- I could feel her anxiety. But I reassured her using that same energy, and eventually she calmed down and she was alright. Justin came to me in almost a physical presence- I had a very strong mental image of him. He needed reassurance as well- I had to sing to him to calm him down. But he was also able to move on. That made five people that I had helped before I was able to help Freddie. But I was worried that I would miss him when he went away. Still, I knew the method, and so I told him all the same things I had said to the others. He was able to get to the Other Side. But- thank goodness- I can still talk to him. He's just happier now. I'm glad, because melancholy does not suit him very well. Anyway, during this time I also encountered a lot of spirits who wanted to help me. First I met my two angels. Their names are Zoroaster and Clara, although please note that although I call one by a male name and one by a female name, neither one of them actually has a specific gender. It's just easier for me to consider them as being one male and one female. I also spoke to a woman named Marcy who wanted to reassure me that everything would be alright. I spoke to a man, named Xavier, who told me a little about the spirit world. Now I know that the messages I send and recieve are thoughts, but my mind translates them into words, pictures and emotions that I can understand. I met a woman, named Eleanor, who used to be clairaudient, like me, when she was alive. She said it would be difficult, but I would be OK. I finally spoke to my Spirit Guide, whom I have decided to call Else. She knew me in a few of my past lives. Apparently I have lived a lot of lives, more than most people tend to. It comes from my strong desire for variety and experience. Else is really great. I feel like I've known her forever. She certainly knows me well. I recogniuzed her voice from when I was eleven, and I had an "imaginary friend", so I thought, named Misty, who was a unicorn, so I thought. It turns out Else was just humoring me. I also figured out why, in this life, all my friendships involve me being bossed around. I'm serving my karma from other lives when I used to boss my friends around. Also, a few times when I was meditating I have heard God speaking to me. He told me not to worry because all would be well, that He loves me and that I have a special purpose in this life as a teacher and a healer. Anyway, coming back to the ghosts, I am kind of glad that I'm able to help people who need me. I have always sympathised with restless spirits, although previously I could only sense them and not communicate with them. It just bothers me that I can't tell anyone about the voices I hear, because they will think I am crazy. I told my sister about Freddie and asked her not to tell anyone, but what did she do? She blabbed to my entire family, and they did not react well. My stepdad showed me a video of Charlie Sheen and told me not to be crazy like him. Gee, thanks for the support. Anyway, I don't really have anyone I can talk to about this stuff. So please comment. Thanks.
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