Visiting a Clairvoyant

The extent of my knowledge of all things supernatural is limited to binge-watching episodes of TLC's 'Long Island Medium' and the well-loved film featuring the notoriously friendly ghost, 'Casper'. While both make for an easy way to distract myself from life's more pressing matters, I'm not sure either provide substantial evidence for the existence of the 'other side' or that self-proclaimed 'Clairvoyants' are able to make contact with the dead. Unfortunately for me, I'm perpetually curious and wanted nothing more than to draw a conclusion for myself.

After losing both my Mother's parents in 2016 within 5 months of each other, my family swore we'd never have a year so diabolically traumatic for as long as we all shall live. It was awful, and we collectively breathed a sigh of relief when the clock struck midnight at the end of the year. When things at the beginning of this year weren't working out for me in the way that I'd hoped, I wanted nothing more than to ring up my Grandad and have him talk some sense into me. A little guidance was all I was after, and no one else seemed to be able to reassure me in the way I knew he would have done. A friend recommended a lady called Clare to me (ironic, I know) - she'd recently been for a reading herself and insisted it gave her a huge amount of clarity on areas of her life where she had some concerns. With little more than the fee she would charge me for an hour's reading to lose, I booked an appointment and anxiously waited for the day to come around.

A clairvoyant is defined as 'a person who claims to have a supernatural ability to perceive events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact'. With nothing more than her name to go by, my expectations of my interaction with Clare were riddled with scepticism and quite frankly, a reluctance to part with my hard-earned cash for what could've been a load of hocus pocus tosh. Arriving at the café we'd agreed to meet in, Clare sat with a small, white dog on her lap and greeted me with an 'I'm having a bit of a tough time with you at the minute, so you might have to bear with me.' Of course she was having a tough time with me! That just about summed up my luck at that given time. But it didn't take her long to start tapping into me, and supposedly the people I'd lost.

There were no tarot cards, no crystal ball and no eyes rolling into the back of her head in the way I'd pictured in my deepest, darkest nightmares of how the meeting might pan out; she simply sat and spoke to me. After unclogging the initial blockage that was preventing her reading me, she described a grandfather figure who took no time in stepping through to reassure me he was at peace. I know what you're thinking - what an absolute load of old tripe - but I can't explain how she knew some of the details she knew. From my weed-smoking housemate who had recently (and gratefully) moved out, to the 21st birthday card I'd lost from my Grandparents I was yet to forgive myself for misplacing, she just kept hitting the nail on the head. I sobbed, I laughed, I asked questions, and she continued to pull details up from my life that I'd failed to utter to another soul. I could hardly keep up.

Leaving the reading, I was overwhelmed, exhausted and decidedly more shaken up than I'd anticipated. To have a total stranger evaluate every aspect of your life in the way that she had done, exposing the very thoughts and feelings I'd let fester inside me and create this sense of learned helplessness, was both fascinating and terrifying. She analysed my relationships, my career and even my recent feelings of indifference towards where my life was heading. She made it clear that in the upcoming weeks, I may well feel a total shift in my energy levels and that seeing her was the first step in pursuing a more positive, happy existence. I didn't think I'd believe her, but I undoubtedly felt different and I couldn't put my finger on it.

Certain things about my experience with Clare will change my outlook on 'psychics' and 'clairvoyants' from now on. Relying on my grandparents in the way that I had done growing up, it's hardly surprising that I often find myself aimlessly chatting to them in the hope they might bring a winning scratch card or the man of my dreams my way. I found great comfort in her reassurance that they hear all of my random thoughts, as well as my Mum's, as I know she can't seem to stop talking to them either.

I know that this post will leave half of you thinking I'm a gullible optimist who got conned out of some cash by a modern-day crook, and the other half nodding along, adding to your already established curiosity or belief in the supernatural. At the very least, I'm grateful I experienced something I'd been wanting to do for a long time. Since meeting Clare, I've definitely considered organising another chat with her and I think that's testimony to her accurately unearthing apprehensions I didn't even know I had.

If you're considering having a reading yourself, PLEASE don't just google any Tom, Dick or Harry who claims to have a 'gift'. Some of the topics Clare and I covered were distressing, to say the least, and I don't think I'd have been so receptive to her advice had I not been quite so desperate to drag myself out of the lull I'd managed to get myself stuck in. On a more practical note, take a pen and paper - the second you leave, you'll feel so dizzy with information you forget the very details that got you into that state in the first place. And to you, Nan and Grandad: still no scratch card NOR man, and supposedly you can hear me, so step it up please!

Clare Adrienne

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