Remembering the Clairs: A Journey Back to My Intuitive Gifts

 

Remembering the Clairs: A Journey Back to My Intuitive Gifts

When I look back, I realize my gifts were always there - I just didn’t have language for them.
As a child, I would see things in corner of my eye or my room at night - shadows, eyes, energy that moved. I could sense the emotions of others before they ever spoke. I’d walk into a room and instantly know who was telling the truth, who was hiding something, and who was hurting.

Even then, I knew I didn’t quite fit into the world as it was. Things that seemed normal to others felt wrong to me. The noise, the pretending, the way people ignored what was unseen - I felt everything. I was very quiet. Always observing. 

As I got older, my clairaudience became the strongest. I would hear a man’s voice, calm and steady, in my left ear - guiding me, protecting me, especially in moments of distress. He would warn me when something was coming, like a whisper from a realm just beyond the veil. I heard him when I was pregnant with my daughter. I heard him the night my husband passed - before the phone even rang.

Those moments left me shaken but also deeply aware that something greater was always holding me. I began seeing clouds in form of angels and angel wings - small winks from the universe reminding me that I wasn’t alone.

When my parents and husband passed, I fell into the darkness. I drank to numb what I couldn’t face, thinking maybe if I could quiet the pain, it would all make sense again. But nothing numbed the grief. Eventually, I realized that no amount of escaping would bring them back - and that maybe, instead of running from the unseen, I was meant to listen to it.

That’s when my awakening began.
I became obsessed with the afterlife, with understanding where we go and why we come here. I read every spiritual book I could find, watched documentaries, and began meditating daily.

Then one day, during meditation, something happened that changed everything.
I was shown a red thread - vivid and glowing - connecting all the synchronicities of my life. I saw how every heartbreak, every moment of loss, every meeting and separation had been woven perfectly. I realized that I had asked for this journey, that my soul had chosen this path to awaken through it. Telepathically I was told that this wasn't happening to me, but for, and ultimately through me.
When I came back from that meditation, I was not the same. I didn't understand what "through me" meant at that time but now with the work I do it all makes sense. 

My gifts deepened after that moment. Years later, I now consider myself to be clairvoyant, clairaudient and clairsentient. I began to feel energy more clearly, to know things before they happened, to hear guidance not just for myself but for others. And that’s when I understood - psychic or Clair gifts aren’t something we “develop.” They’re something we remember.

We all have intuitive abilities. They live within us, waiting for us to slow down enough to hear them. The clearer our vessel, the stronger our channel. That’s why I began tending to my body and energy as sacred - I stopped drinking and smoking. I began breathwork, spending more time in nature, sound healing, meditation, subliminals, eating clean, drinking only spring water, and working out - releasing what clouds the mind or dulls the spirit.

Your intuition is always speaking. The question is - are you still enough to listen?
The universe is always whispering, but only the quiet heart can hear.

When you stop seeking signs and start trusting the subtle - that’s when the magic unfolds.
That’s when you remember what was never lost:
You were always the channel. You were always connected. You just needed to return home to your own energy.

Now, years later, I see how every piece of that journey led me to the work I do today. Holding space for others, guiding them through breath, sound, and energy, helping them reconnect to the parts of themselves they forgot - this is the deepest honor of my life. Every session, every client, every moment of resonance reminds me why I was cracked open in the first place.

And yet… I know I’m still only at the beginning. My gifts are evolving in real time. Some days they feel like second nature, and other days I feel like a student again - humbled, curious, listening. I don’t pretend to know exactly where this path is leading, but I have been shown glimpses in meditation: that if I keep walking, keep staying clear, keep choosing truth over distraction, something extraordinary will reveal itself.

A chapter I haven’t lived yet.
A calling I can feel but can’t name.
A doorway that will open when I’m ready, not before.

So I continue. I trust. I follow the thread.
Because everything in my life has shown me this: when you honor your gifts, they expand. When you commit to your path, it rises up to meet you. And when you stay close to your own soul, the universe begins to speak in a language only you can hear.

I don’t know exactly what’s coming - but I know it’s big, sacred, and aligned. And when it arrives, I’ll understand why every step of my journey had to happen exactly as it did.

For now, I just keep listening.
And the path keeps unfolding.

- Jean 

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