Since I was very young, I was repeatedly told that I was not like others and that I would live in a different world... My world is quite special. Unusual things happen there. Hence, my story is atypical, extraordinary. I possess a gift that has changed the course of my life.
I have always been drawn to art in all its forms, especially to drawing. I was attracted to everything - shapes, colors, overall view. For me, it was a kind of escape, a means to express myself and organize my ideas. I drew shapes that were not random but the realization of an image with a soul, giving the picture a unique touch.
I felt guided, inspired by a higher power that manifested through my hand, creating shapes that I myself did not understand. It wasn't until the age of 15 that I began to see more meaning in all of this.
What seemed like simple doodles to me quickly turned into structured forms. I started drawing situations, faces of people I didn't know, always guided by this higher power that had never left me since. Through these drawings, which became more and more precise, I felt that this power was trying to contact me and convey something to me.
My visions often came at night; the silence enhanced my already vivid imagination. I remember waking up at night very often and quickly putting my visions on paper with a pen that I always kept nearby.
One day, as I had just finished another clairvoyant drawing (as I jokingly called them), my mother came to me, completely stunned, and exclaimed, "My God! How is this possible?" I had just drawn my great-grandmother, whom I had seen in my dreams two nights before. I explained to my mother that this woman, whom I did not know but felt quite familiar, had come to me in a dream.
She was so gentle and radiated such security that I immediately felt at ease. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had such gentle and reassuring features that I felt protected, loved, and secure right away.
A wonderful diamond necklace adorned her slender neck. With a warm and confident voice, she spoke to me: "Do not be afraid, my child, a beautiful future awaits you. Take care of yourself and your GIFT." As she said this, she handed me her diamond jewelry and instructed me never to part with it again.
Now I knew the whole truth
After I had finished telling my dream, my mother explained everything to me: Just like me, my great-grandmother also had clairvoyant dreams. She and several members of my family had the same gift. It was a secret revealed only to family members who also had the gift.
My great-grandmother discovered her great clairvoyant gift at about the same age as me. Since then, she continued to educate herself in the arts of clairvoyance, solely with the goal of guiding her relatives, helping them, and providing direction with the utmost respect and discretion. Only now did I understand that the necklace she gave me in my dream was nothing but my clairvoyant gift, my inheritance, and my legitimate right, "which I should develop further and never part with."
Since this revelation, I tried to develop this psychic gift I had received and extensively researched the topic. My flashes came both during the day and at night and were extremely accurate. I hurried to depict them in my drawings to not forget anything. In this context, another fitting anecdote comes to mind. I was 17 and had just finished one of my drawings, which I always showed to my mother, as she had revealed to me the gift I had inherited from my mother. It was the drawing of a young man, quite tall and robust, whom my mother did not seem to recognize.
A few months later, the whole family was at the wedding of a distant cousin. All eyes were on the bride, her happy demeanor, and her beautiful white dress. Only my mother and I focused on the face of the young man, whom we quickly recognized. It was the tall young man I had drawn a few months ago. You can believe me when I say that I could see a certain astonishment in my mother's eyes... From that moment on, she could no longer deny my clairvoyant gift.
From that moment on, my parents bought me books about clairvoyant arts, including books on palmistry or oneiromancy. I was also interested in reading cards, radiesthesia, and the world of the invisible. I devoured all the books that could help me better understand the psychic gift I was born with, which changed my entire life. With all this literature, I began to form my own opinion, and soon I needed no more assistance. I had succeeded and developed the necessary skills to control my gift. The use of the pendulum was no longer a secret for me, my tarot cards accompanied me everywhere, and my clairvoyant drawings as well. I attracted more and more attention within my family and among my friends, who increasingly asked me questions, the answers to which often turned out to be correct. I let things unfold naturally, forced nothing, and only conveyed my visions just as I had seen them.
Today, I am over 40 and approaching 50, but my predictions for the future are just as precise as before. Apart from other clairvoyant arts I master, I still use my gift of drawing to express my other gift (clairvoyance). One complements the other, all through me. Sharing my visions is a very emotional and significant moment for me. I am often deeply moved and touched by the support I experience in daily life. But the most beautiful memory is the one of a great lady I had the fortune to meet, who once said to me: "We can attain a higher spiritual consciousness only thanks to individuals like you, endowed with great spiritual sensitivity, who take a step back and decide that life holds more mysteries than we dare to believe. Thank you for the good you spread in daily life." That deeply touched me!
For more than 30 years now, I have had the family gift that I put at the service of others, just as my grandmother did so well, always with the sole aim of filling the hearts of others with joy, helping them find their balance, happiness, and love again. Deep down, I know that my great-grandmother is with me, accompanying me and providing support through this gift she bequeathed to me, offering countless opportunities to enrich my heart and soul.
Today, I am very proud to see that the daily lives of many of you have been greatly improved by the fruits of my efforts. I am proud of you, of what you achieve, of your trials that you master with strength and determination. Proud of your humanity and patience, but above all, proud and honored for your trust and boundless love.
YOUR WORRIES ARE ALSO MINE, AND YOUR JOY MAKES MY HEART SHINE.