Many are often fascinated by the ability of another’s mediumship, intuition or spiritual connection, a gift it is often called. I believe we all have the ability for spiritual connection however this ability has been lost in the world we live in today.

Having the “knowing ability” or that spiritual connection is not easy because in that moment of knowing, feeling, seeing or hearing, one is forced to make a decision. They say ignorance is bliss and I feel there is a lot to be said about that.

Long before you are ever aware that the mental chitter-chatter, the voice within your subconscious is real information, you will probably have already experienced failed relationships and bad choices that have impacted your life. You will have heard the mental whisper or chitter-chatter, confronted the doubt, only to be gaslighted by the dishonesty of the offender.

One of my many earlier experiences was when I was married to my childhood sweetheart. I had experienced so many of his infidelities which I overlooked with a broken heart. Gas lighted into thinking I was imagining things or mad and I absolutely thought I was for a very long time.

Around two years into our four and a half years of marriage, before his affair, I had often seen a young woman around where we lived at that time. I would bump into her everywhere. I had an instant dislike each time I saw her. Another two and a half years later, I suspected my husband was having an affair, in fact my intuition told me so, I was more confident by this time. I had confronted him of course and I can remember the smile on his face, like he was proud and his reply were words to the effect that I was imagining things, gas lighting is the term.

I went to bed and dreamt the woman he was having the affair with was called Joanne. I snapped out of my sleep and I knew it was the woman I had seen many times over the previous two and a half years. I knew I would see her that day as her son went to the same play group as my young son. I remember saying to myself that I would look her straight in the eyes when I saw her that morning and I would then have clarification. On seeing her I did exactly that and her response was a sudden dip of her head.

I did not know this lady’s name at that point so on my return home I asked a neighbour-friend if she knew the name of the young woman who lived two streets away. She told me that her name was Joe-Joanne, yes the name that I dreamt or rather heard in my subconscious.

I remember grabbing my shoes and marching around there to find our car parked outside. I knocked her door, she opened and I just walked straight in and there he was.

The rest is history.