How MY Clairs presented

Hello my friends!

Thank you for returning! If you haven't read my previous post, you can catch up here. This is where I explain each of the Clairs and what they mean and what they can feel like.

In this post, I'd like to talk about my own Clairs. Which ones are my strongest, how they presented for me and what they feel like. 

My Clairs

For me, personally, I have found that my strongest natural Clair is a three-way tie between Clairvoyance, Clairaudience, and Clairsentience. They are equally strong—they always have been. In drafting all of this, I have tried to remember back as far as I can, to see if one or the other stand out more. But, honestly, where one was, the other two were as well. I'll explain:

My Clairvoyance:

Turns out, I've always been able to "see" spirit. Problem was, it was ALL in my mind's eye. All of it. Every time. I've NEVER had an encounter with Spirit that was out loud. Looking back, these experiences started when I was *little*. Like, really little. 

I can remember living in a house where there was a Spirit. Of course, I didn't know that at the time. 

He was a grumpy, surly sort of man, that used to show himself to me in a mirror that was at the end of the hallway. Thinking back on my memories, it's almost as though it's a memory of me interacting with an imaginary friend. I'm sure my parents dismissed it as just that. But, as an adult, talking with my brother—turns out, he used to see that shit, too! That's probably the earliest memory I have. Damn, I couldn't have been older than 5? Maybe 4? We lived there until I was 11. The Spirit never scared me. He was almost sort of protective, if that makes sense. 

Besides that, I've always had images when I close my eyes. Sometimes faces. Sometimes places. My dreams have always been exceptionally vivid—and I almost always remember them. I'm sure that's not some sort of requirement or anything, so don't get too worked up if you don't remember your dreams. I've only come across a few people that remember them as much as I do. Most people don't.

I mention it because it turns out that some of the places I have seen in my dreams have turned out to be real places that I've seen later in life.

For example, I had a dream about this old run down church. We were running through it and exploring. I don't remember much else about the actual dream, but the church was very memorable. Part of the roof was caved in, so half the building was gone, but the front wall/face was still standing. 

Years later, my husband and I moved our family from Arizona to Iowa. A few blocks from our house is a nursing home that is attached to an old church. I don't know the history of the place. What I do know is that when we first drove past the nursing home, and I saw the church part of the building, my stomach dropped—in...recognition?...almost like Deja Vu. That's the only way I can describe it. <Update: If you want to see a picture of the church as it is now, click here.>

Just a few weeks ago, I had another occasion as I was coming home from a road trip. We had taken a road that I've never been down before and I recognized a hotel from a dream I'd had. It wasn't a Best Western hotel, either. It was very specific and very touristy. But again, when we were driving past, I just KNEW it was the same place as in my dream. Exact same reaction as I had to the church.

It's happened a total of three times since we've moved to Iowa. I take it as a sign that we are meant to be here. 

My Clairaudience:

I've often been bothered at night, and slept with a radio on. Otherwise, it felt like someone left an old radio on, in another room and kept slowly changing the dial, scanning for a good station, back and forth. Sometimes static, sometimes voices, sometimes music, sometimes shouts - but never, ever just...quiet. Having my own radio on gave me something to focus on and was the only way I could sleep. 

Obviously, once I was living with my boyfriend (now husband), sleeping with a radio was no longer an option. My alternative was to count. Not sheep. Just count. A trick my mother had taught me when I was little. My dad had gotten fed up with me singing along to my radio late into the night and had taken it away. 

So, I'd start at 100, and count backwards. I'd time the counts with my breath and make a game out of it. If I moved, I'd start over. If I forgot a number, I'd start over. If I opened my eyes, I'd start over. If I lost my train of thought and more than one breath went by, I'd start over. If I got all the way to 0, I'd start over—but this time, I'd start at 500. You get the drift. Needless to say, sleep and I have never been besties.

FFS, at one point I was diagnosed with having Narcolepsy because my sleep had been so deteriorated that I had, literally, every single symptom. That's how bad it was. 

Now that I have accepted my abilities, and have learned ways of coping with them (and even developing them) I no longer need to sleep with a radio, or count.

Once I was able to meet my Spirit Guide, and got comfortable with directly communicating with him (them, really—I have several; we'll get into that in a future post) it made it much easier to tell the difference between the sounds of Spirit and the sound of my own internal thoughts. Which, let's face it, for awhile, I didn't know which was which. 

My Clairsentience:

Just like the other two, this one has been around for a long time. I've kept it to myself for a long, long time. 

Oh, stop. I don't predict earthquakes or pick winning lottery numbers. It's not that kind of clear knowing. 

But, as a kid, when my parents fought, I always...just knew...which times they were fighting about money versus the times they were fighting over jealousy. When I was little older, I always knew when my friends were mad at me, even when they said they weren't (you know how kids can be!)—and usually knew exactly why, too. 

Don't you ever just...know stuff? You don't know how you know, you just do? Like, in your bones?

This one happens to me all the time. I just know that reducing a certain ingredient in a recipe will make it better, make it the way my family would prefer it. I just know that my daughter left her sneakers in the garage, when I didn't actually see them there and she 'swears' she has looked everywhere. I just know that my BFF is on the other end of the line when my phone rings. Stuff like that. Seems small, simple. But it's constant. 

I'm refraining giving too many examples of how things are now, because what I get and how I get it is something that I've achieved through a series of steps and after a bit of work. 

I will, though. I promise. I'm still just trying to catch you up, that's all. Plus, I know it can get even better; more clear and even easier. So that's something I'll be working on. 

And, lucky you—you'll be along for the ride!

As always, Namaste!

💖

Alain Davis

@HopelessOptimst