I can hear clearly

Last month, I talked about the ability to feel psychic and spiritual impressions. I would now like to continue on the theme of psychic gifts by describing my favourite one: clairaudience … the ability to hear the spirit world. 

For a medium, this is probably the greatest gift of them all. When I feel energy and images from the spirit world, a lot of it has to be interpreted in order for it to be meaningful. But when I hear a specific voice, there is no room for doubt and I find that the information is 99% accurate. Like all of my psychic gifts, clairaudience is not there all the time. I have discovered that my state of mind has a lot to do with it, so I work through a mixture of clairvoyance (seeing), clairsentience (feeling) and clairaudience (hearing).

 

What clairaudience has taught me is how crucial it is to listen to people (in my case both living and deceased), not just in terms of what they say but - sometimes more importantly – how they say it. I have also discovered how important it is to listen to myself; the way I say things can really tell me how I feel about an issue or a person. A lot of people ask me if I do spiritual readings for myself and the answer is sadly ‘no’. This is because I know that my own desires and fears would get in the way, preventing an impartial reading. From time to time, however, I do hear from my family in the spirit world. My grandparents give me information about my everyday life, for example, particularly when it concerns events within my immediate family.

 

The most powerful experience I have had in this respect was when I was working in Iceland some years ago. My trip was due to last a fortnight and from the third evening on I began to hear a voice saying: “I am here, I am here”. I was not working at the time, so I didn’t pursue what I heard (I believe in a time to work and a time to rest). But the next day I heard the voice again and this time I recognised it. It belonged to my nan who, as far as I knew, was very much alive in Australia. She was a very strong-minded women and, as the days went on, her voice grew louder and clearer.

Then, at the end of the first week, I had a vivid dream about her and when I woke up she spoke to me again: “Daniel, I’ve gone dear. But I’m OK. You must tell grandad that I am not in pain anymore.” I’d be lying if I said this did not upset me, but after calming myself down I decided that I was just being paranoid. I called home the next morning and spoke to my mum, asking her if she had heard from ‘nana faraway’, as I called her. At this point she went very quite, so I told her what had happened; that I knew my nan had passed away and even that it had happened on the previous Tuesday. As I suspected, my mum had not wanted to tell me until I was at home surrounded by family.

 I went on to tell her about what I had experienced in Iceland, about the voice and the dream. Although it became very emotional and upsetting - as I love my nan very much – relating what had happened was an important process, as it gave some powerful proof to my family that she was safe and well. And I learnt very quickly from that point on about the need to always listen carefully.