About Channeling
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The terms channeling, reading and mediumship can all be used interchangeably to describe the process of human beings communicating with beings of higher consciousness. These can include angels, non physical being and spirits. I describe it as feeling the cellphone between you and your guides.
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You never know how the guidance will play out in your life, but it ALWAYS does.
A friend convinced me to see a psychic when I was 22. I was a total skeptic. She told me to keep an eye on the boy in the water. It sat with me all my life perched somewhere in the back of my mind. While I didn't believe anything she said I was always slightly more conscious of my sons in water than my daughters.
Then 1st Jan 2020, 22 years later, my family were wandering up a river bed searching for old bottles , it was sunset and I lay down on a boat ramp. Within minutes of arriving I heard a woman screaming 'help him, he can't swim'. A small group of people stood river side processing what I was watching I realized they were all saying "I can't swim'.
I screamed for my husband who was too far up the riverbed to hear what was happening, tore off my dress and swam towards the boy.
His head was going below the water, it was dark and murky and I knew if he went under we would loose him. My Australian surf lifesaving husband out swam me getting to the boy and lifting him above water, we swam to the closer far side of the river to rest. The sheer rock face stopped us climbing up so I perched on a rock and sat the boy on my knee while my husband swam back across then returned with buoyancy to float the boy back across the river.
When we reached the shore and the boys distraught mother it dawned on me that the boy in the water wasn't necessarily my own child.
A friend convinced me to see a psychic when I was 22. I was a total skeptic. She told me to keep an eye on the boy in the water. It sat with me all my life perched somewhere in the back of my mind. While I didn't believe anything she said I was always slightly more conscious of my sons in water than my daughters.
Then 1st Jan 2020, 22 years later, my family were wandering up a river bed searching for old bottles , it was sunset and I lay down on a boat ramp. Within minutes of arriving I heard a woman screaming 'help him, he can't swim'. A small group of people stood river side processing what I was watching I realized they were all saying "I can't swim'.
I screamed for my husband who was too far up the riverbed to hear what was happening, tore off my dress and swam towards the boy.
His head was going below the water, it was dark and murky and I knew if he went under we would loose him. My Australian surf lifesaving husband out swam me getting to the boy and lifting him above water, we swam to the closer far side of the river to rest. The sheer rock face stopped us climbing up so I perched on a rock and sat the boy on my knee while my husband swam back across then returned with buoyancy to float the boy back across the river.
When we reached the shore and the boys distraught mother it dawned on me that the boy in the water wasn't necessarily my own child.
