As a child I was curious about everything and constantly questioned my family about God, religion, ghosts, and extra-terrestrials.
I pestered them: “where do people go when they die?” … “Why do they have to die? … “What’s life all about?” … “and who are the ‘people’ in my room at night?”
I became the butt of their jokes when I shared my movie-like dream sagas each morning. They thought I was a bit weird and different.
Nobody in the family was psychic or religious so I attended church groups to satisfy my thirst for knowing and understanding. But it left me with more questions than answers.
It wasn’t until my beloved grandma Ivy died, that I was drawn to visit a clairvoyant to connect with her. The clairvoyant told me that I had ‘clairvoyant ability’ and was going to help a lot of people.
