Now, let me begin by telling you that my Mediumship abilities aren’t advanced in any way, shape, or form. Any Mediumship experiences I have often go through my abilities of Clairaudience (I hear information in the form of a thought) or Claircognizance (I just know information without knowing how or why I know it).
Last night I had an experience that proved to be a horrific one upon waking up this morning. It may not prove Mediumship to you or others, but it proves it more to me. Each time something like this happens it makes me believe it more and more and it makes things look less and less like a coincidence.
I felt very open to the Spirit world last night. I could sense a Spirit around me so I asked “Is there something that I could help you with?” In my mind with my Clairaudience I heard “help me live” or “help me to live” very clearly. I assumed it was a Spirit that was already deceased so I said “I can’t help you with that; you’re already dead. But I can help you cross over to the light.” “No,” I heard, “I can’t do that now.” That was it. I could tell that the Spirit was a younger male who was maturing quickly but was around college or just-out-of-college age.
I assumed it was a Spirit that was too attached to someone or something on the physical plane and they didn’t want to let go and move on just yet. I didn’t even consider that a living person could be visiting me in the form of their Higher Self, the Spirit of their physical body. But I believe that is what happened.
This happened around 3 in the morning, give or take half an hour. I fell asleep shortly after although I had a very uneasy feeling that something bad was about to happen. But I brushed it off as the experience I had just had along with being tired.
This morning I was awaken early (early for me) at about 7:22 (for some reason I can recall the time). I found out that a house nearby (just the next township over) had exploded at about 4 in the morning. The explosion was caused by a propane leak in the house. It killed a grandmother and her grandson who was 21. The house was leveled completely. Debris is scattered all around and the sound of the explosion could be heard from 5-10 miles away. I instantly got a feeling of dread, fear, and sorrow. I felt sick enough that I had to lay down.
A photo of the home that exploded.
I thought it could have been that boy trying to reach me. But then I thought it couldn’t have been since he was still alive when it happened. That’s when I thought he may have been alive and his Higher Self was coming to me to try to stop this from happening. I feel horrible… but there is nothing I could have done.
It’s tragic when something like this happens, especially in one’s own community. It is also bad to have this feeling that I do right now of guilt because I didn’t stop it. But… I couldn’t have.
I thought it was worth sharing. I enjoy sharing my experiences and I enjoy keeping them for myself in the future.
– Lady Cerridwen Brighid Morrigan
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