Life as being a clairvoyant and clairsentience

A long time ago, back in the 1980s when I was a teenager and living in London, strange things began to happen.

I met a chap at Trafalgar Square, and we had a brief chat. During the conversation, he somehow started to reveal that he was a homosexual.

At the time, due to my lack of knowledge and understanding, I didn’t say much. I simply replied, “I don’t have much experience like you.”

The conversation ended there.

Back then, I was taking an art class. On weekends, I sometimes went to central London to do some sketches. While drawing, I would somehow encounter people who were interested in art. Among them, a few individuals revealed themselves as homosexual.

I’m not entirely sure why I seemed approachable, but after a bit of conversation, they would somehow share their sexuality with me. To this day, I’m still uncertain why I often came across people who chose to share such personal information with me, but it happened more than once that I met individuals who would now be referred to as part of the LGBT community.

A few weeks later, I met the chap again near my house. To my surprise, he remembered me and waved.

I stopped my bicycle and greeted him.

“I think we’ve met before!”

“Yes, we have.”

“Do you live around here?”

“Yes, I do.”

Then, suddenly, I felt drowsy.

I sensed something about the person standing before me. There was a flash of vision and an intuition that I knew what he was doing or what he was about to do.

I leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “You should stop using drugs.”

I was convinced he was heading towards more dangerous substances.

“I understand your craving for them. I have cravings too – for chocolate.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, glancing at my spot-covered face.

“But if you really feel the need to take drugs, I’d recommend sticking to weed.”

“Do you mean marijuana?”

“That’s right. Avoid stronger drugs – they’re there to destroy you. They’re demon-given, and I wouldn’t recommend them to anyone. Marijuana is different; it’s heaven-sent and should only be used as a painkiller. Cocaine and heroin are killers.”

He listened to me intently.

Then I noticed something else.

“You use your voice like a preacher – influencing and inspiring so many people. You must be famous, but I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.”

He mentioned he’d appeared on some television programme.

I had to go home, but before leaving, I asked his name. It wasn’t an English name, and it sounded complicated, but I managed to remember it. It sounded like “Yeoryrus.”

I told him my name, and we parted ways.

That evening, as I watched TV, I nearly fell off my chair. There he was – Yeoryrus! A singer! I stared at the screen, open-mouthed.

A few weeks later, I was chatting with my close friend at school. We are very close, but not close enough to out together.

Somehow, we ended up discussing future marriages. I learned that he had a fiancée but wasn’t yet engaged.

“What’s happening with your fiancée?” I asked.

“She’s right in front of me—” he began, but I cut him off mid-sentence.

Feeling drowsy again, I started speaking about what I could sense or see.

“You will meet someone who is half British, half European. She’ll have pale blue, slightly greenish eyes. She won’t have dark hair. She speaks English and another European language”

“Like XXX ?” he asked.

“No, not her -. Her eyes are pale blue but slightly greenish. And you’ve already met her.”

“So, when will she choose me?”

“No, YOU will choose her. And she will accept. You’ll have a child together.”

He looked at me, slightly baffled.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said this,” I muttered and walked away.

The vision of the person, or the fiancée, was very clear in my mind. She was one of my classmates, and I believe my close friend knew who she was.

The next day, word spread around school that I had clairvoyant abilities.

Another friend approached me and asked, “What can you see for me?”

I lowered my gaze and, using my third eye, said,

“You’ll live in either Northern Europe or North America – I’m not sure which. It will be a small town, perhaps half the size of London. It’ll be very clean, with green and greyish buildings. You’ll work helping desperate people – preparing documents or something similar. You’ll have a family with a fair-haired wife.”

“Will I have children?”

“Yes. You’ll have one child. If your wife doesn’t experience a miscarriage, you might have two – but it’s a 50% chance.”

Another person came up to me and asked if I could see anything for them.

This time, a strong, complex vision of their life flashed before me.

“Your life will be very complicated, as I can see now. All I can say is, follow your heart, and things will work out.”

The life in the school became slightly confusing. I meet the friend who called me as his fiancée, but I see his real fiancée, sitting in the same classroom. I could not help but think "How come these are not together ? What am I doing talking to him when his real fiancée is right in front of me?"

This was the start of a long journey of clairvoyance and clairsentience, which I’ve kept mostly private until now.

Visions usually came to me when I felt drowsy or sleepy. At those moments, I would begin to see a huge screen where the vision was projected, and I strongly sensed that the vision related to a person’s future—what was going to happen, who they would meet, and what events would unfold. The visions often highlighted significant life events. This typically occurred when I was asked to glimpse someone’s future.

At the same time, I began to encounter people on the street who could foresee my future. They all told me I was destined to lead a challenging life and advised me, no matter what happens, to simply follow my heart.

When I returned to Japan from England, I resumed my education in Tokyo. Tokyo had many places I disliked visiting and people I didn’t want to meet.Vibration in Tokyo itself was horrible, and people I met also had bad vibration. It was hard to make trustworthy friend, who dose not give me piercing, almost like menace and jealous vibration.

Years later, my clairvoyant and clairsentient abilities returned. My boyfriend once asked me to foresee his future. I described what might happen over the next five years. I even sketched a picture of his colleague, someone I’d never met, yet my boyfriend recognised them.

By that time, I had learned to control the visions I experienced. Normally, the visions would appear as an overwhelming flow of information, projected on the screen of my mind at a super-fast pace. However, I was able to slow them down and focus on what seemed important. I could also highlight or describe key moments in the life of the person who had asked me to look into their future or past.

One day, as I looked at my boyfriend, I saw a woman sitting on his lap. She was a spirit, deeply in love with him. She clung to his neck and glared at me. The sight was so frightening that I avoided him on that day.

Within a few days, I discovered that he was seeing someone else. I didn’t know whether it was a romantic relationship or simply a friendship, but it was clear that someone else occupied a significant place in his thoughts.

After breaking up with my boyfriend, more unusual occurrences followed.

I began encountering spirits who didn’t realise they were dead. They wandered around me, and I helped them understand their state and guided them to move on. Some were resistant, refusing to accept their deaths, making the task quite challenging.

Over time, my role shifted to guiding spirits ready to ascend to heaven. Many were small children – miscarried or deceased shortly after birth.

Now, my work is much simpler. These days, I assist only two or three times a year, mostly around Halloween, the Japanese Obon period in summer, or the Ohigan period in autumn, when souls of the deceased are said to come back into our world.

These spirits are often miscarried babies or babies who did not live long, seeking enough love they should have received. They stay with me for a couple of days, cooing or crying, and I give them all the love I can before they move on.

Being clairvoyant and clairsentient hasn’t been easy. Dealing with spirits who didn’t understand they were dead was the hardest part.

Thankfully, I no longer have such heavy tasks. Yet, every year, wandering spirits appear, and I’m happy to help them find their way to heaven.

I believe there are many people like me worldwide. To those who guide wandering spirits, I offer this: may we continue our work with compassion, helping them find their way to where they truly belong.