An old school friend of mine, Gerda Van Zyl Pietersen commented on my recent “The Haunted House” article.
“Neels, I think you are doing very interesting work, but also sad. Don’t you feel depressed at times?”
I have decided to do this article as I realised like the volcano in the image, people know very little how we as psychics operate. Often at times, the info just bubbles out of us like volcanic lava.
In The Beginning
As a child, I was very lucky to know both of my great-grandmothers. One of them died when I was five years old. At the funeral, I couldn’t understand why there was a lot of crying and sadness. For me, if I can recall correctly any emotion, it was more relief than anything. Shortly after this event, my premonitions started.
I was visiting my grandparents, accompanied by my parents. I announced at the breakfast table that somebody was going to die that day. You could see the horror and shock in everyone’s faces, except my grandmother’s, who was a psychic too. Needless to say, I was scolded by my parents who told me it was my imagination. Yet, even at that early age, I was never wrong with my premonitions and death always followed the same day.
After the third time, I had made announcements to my family about deaths that would be happening, I realised that I was completely freaking them out. So my grandmother told me to keep my enlightenments from the rest of my family and only to share them with her. I came to the conclusion I was “different” and “freaked people out”, especially as the premonitions I had were mostly about relatives or people known to me. As such I seldom shared information with others and in my Christian community and upbringing my parents and peers were not supportive of my gift.
At the age of sixteen the premonitions stopped, but I could still feel souls around me. As a child, I was very sensitive and I often avoided body contact, because when I touched them I could feel their various emotions almost like the flash of light in the picture.
The Intermediate Years
I know now I had gift, but wasn’t sure what it was all about. I saw a show on TV once which fascinated me, there was a medium that was completing a reading and it prompted me to start my lifelong passion for understanding this medium pathway.
Fortunately, I had a friend that was very clued up on psychic work and she allowed me to discover “by accident” that I also have medium abilities. In this time, I also came into contact with a well evolved psychic that taught me how to develop so that I could help people. She coached me to:
· Clean haunted houses
· Do psychic healings
· Medium consultations
To this day I enjoy the medium sessions the most. There are no grey areas. If you tell a client his contact has red hair and the person was blond, you have a problem. In most cases the information I pass on is positive often with happy memories. One thing I have learned, the contacts never give advice. They have had their time and are not allowed to interfere on this mortal plain.
The Advanced Years
If you look at the spiralling smoke in the volcano, things started to spiral for me too. I came into contact with fake psychics that did readings for clients; their readings were inaccurate and often at worse very distressing for the clients. I had a few requests to do readings. At this point in my life, I replied numerous times that this was “not my line of work”. In the end I gave in, did the research I had to, and I started to do client readings.
Like the lightening on the picture, I realised with a bolt, for me, what was going on. I had more than a hundred people per month just for readings, regardless the other work I do. I now had a lot of jealous fake psychics around me. Black negative spells were cast on me. So I had to do healings on myself on a regular basis. As a “white spiritual” psychic, I have learned how to remove spells but not to cast them.
As Gerda mentioned, I was a quite child. I had to figure out for myself. Where I do belong in this world? Where was I heading with this gift?
But fighting black evil and unwanted spirits meant that I had to develop fast in a flash. Just like a clap of thunder.
For me, the satisfied and happy clients are the most rewarding part of this work. So how do you summarise all of this? I guess that although nature can take its time and often with our personal development it can seem slow. Sometimes, the elements often jolt us out of the blue to get flashes of inspiration. The changes can be instant but often very rewarding.