I am a channel, a medium. The voices of spirit speak through me. I hear them, I feel them and sometimes I see them. They always say what they feel is important to acknowledge, they won't tell you what you want to hear. They have only our greatest interests at heart. I work with no tools, only with spirit and my guides. We have been doing this together professionally now for the past 10 years.
From childhood I experienced many visitations from spirit and energies. Some came in love and others came to halt my progress. At night time sometimes I would be drawn outside the block of flats that I lived in to the playground where I would be taken up into the sky by a beam of light. Some visitations were very traumatic and as a result only fragments of these memory remain unlocked. Others remain extremely vivid. It was explained to me in recent years during a very clear communication from guides/energies who told me I had "heightened perception" and that I was an "Indigo Child, Christ Awakened" which means I am an Indigo Child who has opened to the "Christ Consciousness" or in plain terms has evolved to a higher level of spiritual awareness, understanding and maturity since I`ve been here. Indigo children are born with a higher level of conscious awareness than the average person and our mission is to help humanity to become more fully conscious of themselves and others in order to move into a more advanced open and aware way of being for all of humanity. Having Heightened Perception makes me aware of some energies or events others are not and what I feel, sense, see and hear is magnified, heightened. This is how I am able to work as a channel.
I have a memory from when I was 4 years old. It is a memory of the first time I saw my Dad cry. I remember it because for me it was traumatic, he was sobbing and I didn't understand why. My mother was comforting him and a small old man who I did not recognise was sat on the couch leaning forwards looking ever so concerned for my Dad. I managed to understand my Dad tell my Mum that his father had died but it wasn`t until my adult life when I saw a photo of my Dad's Dad whom I'd never met, that I realised he was sat in our living (pardon the pun) room that day looking very much alive to me and concerned for my father who was grieving for his death. My grandfather was from Ireland. I recently told this memory to my Mum and she confirmed for me that my Dad's Dad had never travelled from Ireland to see us when we were children and so I know for sure that I am not placing a memory of seeing him in the flesh somewhere into this memory.