One day, I was walking by the beach one day
when I saw I was walking a specific path.
I could not describe how it was or what I saw.
I just saw a path.
I saw also whilst I could not see anything ahead.
The path opened out with every step I took.
It was walking the pathless path of faith, trust and love.
I knew I had arrived at something at a certain level of spirituality.
The words of Mother Margaret came to me,
“You do not bear the fruits of the prayer you profess to experience.”
I did not understand it then but I did at that moment.
I was reaping the fruits of my years of meditation.
My sister asked for prayers for her son.
I prayed and as I prayed I saw a clearing, all light and brightness.
I told her he will be fine. He was.
I had abandoned all psychic sensing when I left the monastery.
And it had resumed.
I started hearing inner voices.
I was googling “heart attack” one night.
It was midnight and I was tired but still I pushed on.
A voice told me, “Go to bed, your brother is not going to die tonight”
I continued to force myself to continue googling.
when I thought, “That voice is correct.”
I went to bed and my brother did not die that night.
Another day, I told my husband,
“I do not know about tomorrow but right now, Elizabeth Smart is still alive.”
She was, months later she was rescued.
These voices were so accurate, my husband became a believer.
That was what got me interested in psychics.
What moved me into seeking psychics on youtube.
And later became a channeler.
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