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 a