Clairvoyance

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by  Embrosewyn Tazkuvel

Psychic Awakening Series
CLAIRVOYANCE
Embrosewyn
Tazkuvel
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CLAIRVOYANCE
Clairvoyance is the ability to obtain knowledge and information about a
person, object, or event, over any distance and in any location, without use of
the normal senses. A psychic knowing about the recent, but still unrevealed
death of a loved one is a commonly depicted example of clairvoyance.
Similarly, many people have been saved from death when rescued by a loved
one that saw a clairvoyant vision of their peril.
It is commonly believed that clairvoyance involves some sort of
communication with spirit guides, ghosts or other incorporeal beings that
impart the visions, feelings, or knowings that constitute clairvoyance. My
experience is, that form of clairvoyance is the rarity rather than the norm. I
have had a lifetime of numerous clairvoyant experiences and most, simply
came upon me unbidden and unsent. Sometimes they occurred when I was
specifically seeking clarity about the near future. But they were not sent to
me. They were merely the exercise of my own psychic abilities that were
laying dormant until I called upon them for greater insight.
I have received a tremendous amount of information from higher non-
physical beings, especially during the last two decades, but I consider that
“channeling” not clairvoyance. In those instances, I am intentionally seeking
out guidance from higher incorporeal beings. The knowledge I seek may be
imparted by voice or visions, but it is a communication between me and
another being in answer to specific questions, not a vision, or feeling that
came through clairvoyance.
Clairvoyance is easily confused with Precognition, which is similar, and
the two terms are sometimes erroneously used interchangeably. The subtle
but distinct difference is precognition sees events in the future that have not
yet occurred and may not yet occur for some time, while clairvoyance sees
people, objects and events at, or very near to the current moment in time.
A person with very advanced clairvoyant abilities can also see into a
specific time and place in the past or future, to witness a person, object, or
event in real time during that time period.
The word clairvoyance has roots in the French words clair meaning
“clear,” and voyance meaning “vision.” It is the preeminent of the many
psychic varieties of “Clair,” including Clairaudience (clear hearing),
Clairsentience (clear sensation or feeling), Clairscent (clear smelling),
Clairtangency (clear touching), Clairgustance (clear tasting), Clairempathy
(clear emotion) and Claircognizance (clear knowing).
Most of the “Clairs” are higher psychic senses correlating to lower
physical senses and abilities, such as taste, touch, smell, hearing, inner
sensations and mental understanding. Of the “Clairs,” clairvoyance is the one
most people are interested in, but the least encountered. The “Clairs” that
correlate more directly to the 5 physical senses are the more commonly
experienced.
Claircognizance is the most common of the “Clairs.” You have probably
experienced it yourself. Have you ever just “known” something without any
outward signs or indicators that would make you draw the conclusion you
did? Someone may even challenge you, “How do you know that?” And your
answer would simply be, “I don’t know how I know it. I just know.”
You can find a quick online test to ascertain your current level of
clairvoyant ability, by visiting
http://astraltest.com/extrasensory/clairvoyance.php.
There are several notable instances of obvious clairvoyance by historical
figures who were not considered psychic. Perhaps the most famous is of
President Abraham Lincoln who predicted his own death. His wife related
how just three days earlier he had told her of a disturbing dream he had the
night before. In his dream he had been awakened by the sound of crying. He
got up and went to the East Room of the White House where he saw a casket
was laid open. There was a throng of sobbing mourners as well as several
soldiers guarding the casket. Walking over to one of the guards Lincoln asked
him who was in the casket. The guard told him sadly that it was the President,
who had been killed by an assassin. Just three days later Lincoln was shot by
John Wilkes Booth, while attending a performance at the Ford Theater and
died a few hours later.
I’ve had so many “Clair” experiences of all types I could write a huge
book on my adventures with the wide range of abilities that are defined in the
“clairs.” However, I had one particular experience with clairvoyance that had
big ramifications in my life and thought processes that I’ll share. In
retrospect, it was a pretty funny incident.
I grew up in a Southern American family that had a tradition of hunting
and fishing to put food on the table most days of the year. I was hunting with
my own shotgun from the age of 8 and brought many squirrels, rabbits, and a
big assortment of game birds, home for dinner even from those young years.
That all ended in my 16th year. I never hunted or killed an animal again and
later became a pescetarian. The events of this day contributed to that
decision.
My father and I used to go duck hunting on the east shore of Puget Sound
in Washington State, about 1-2 miles south of the coastal town of Steilacoom.
We had a 12 foot aluminum boat with a 10HP outboard motor, which we
launched at Steilacoom and motored down to the location where we would
set up our very realistic duck decoys floating out in the water off shore.
Occasionally, my Dad would bring one of his Navy buddies along. On this
particular day he invited a long-time friend named Stan. Stan was anxious to
accompany us because we always got our bag limit. However, when my
father called to invite him, he wanted to know if he could bring along his two
house guests. They had just graduated as officers from the US Naval
Academy. My father said, “fine,” but told Stan his friends would have to
walk to our duck blind as there was not enough room in our small boat to
carry everyone.
We arrived at Steilacoom about 6:00 in morning. It was early winter and
still dark outside. Stan and his Navy officer friends met us at the boat launch
and he introduced them to us as Jim and John. There was a double set of
parallel railroad tracks that ran up and down the coast, elevated a bit on riprap
along the water’s edge. My Dad decided he and Stan would take the boat
down to the blind and set up the decoys, while I walked down the railroad
tracks with the two young Navy officers to the guide them to the location.
After we had been walking for a while, trudging along the tracks carefully
in the dark, we passed a large, steep, rounded hillside that the railroad tracks
made a wide curve to get around. Jim and I were walking together and
chatting, but for some reason, John kept lagging further and further behind. I
remember thinking he must be pretty out of shape that he was struggling to
keep up on such an easy walk. By the time Jim and I were about 100 yards
past the big hill, John was lagging pretty far back.
Suddenly, I got a clairvoyant shock! I saw a train with its large front light
beaming brightly into the darkness coming around the blind curve on the
outside track. I stopped and hurriedly looked back at the hill. I saw John
lagging about 75 yards behind us in the early light of the dawning day, but no
train. Jim saw the concern on my face. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
“There’s a train coming.” I replied calmly. “It’s on this track. We need to
get off right now.”
“I don’t see or hear a train.” Jim stated a bit perplexed. “Why do you think
one is coming?”
“I sense it.” I answered simply and truthfully. Jim smiled a bit
condescendingly and chuckled. “I think we would see or hear it if it was
close,” he assured me.
I pointed back at the large hill behind us. “That hill completely blocks all
sound. With your eyes and ears alone, you’ll not know the train is coming
until it surprises you and pops out around the bend.” No sooner had I finished
speaking, still pointing in the direction of the hill, which we were both turned
and looking at, than seemingly out of nowhere a train popped out of the
darkness around the blind curve on the outside track.
Jim nodded his head in appreciation. “Well I guess you were right,” he
admitted, as we both casually stepped off the outside track and onto the
inside track to give the train plenty of room to pass us safely.
We looked back down the track at John, expecting him to have already
stepped off the track as the train was only about 25 yards away from him. But
he was still walking along oblivious to the metal monster bearing down upon
him. Both Jim and I yelled at him and waved our arms to let him know there
was a train coming and to get off the track. He stopped for a moment and
looked at us like he was trying to understand what we were saying. The
engineer driving the train saw John walking between the rails of the track as
soon as the train swung sufficiently around the bend for its big front beam to
shine on him. An incredibly loud horn blared, warning Jim to get off the
track. There was a simple action to take, but not the one he took. Abruptly a
distorted light seemed to dawn in his dimwit mind as he looked back and saw
the locomotive illuminating him in its bright head light as it bore down on
him.
Then one of the funniest, most unbelievable sequence of events I have
ever seen occurred. Rather than simply, safely stepping off the track to either
side, John took off running like a madman straight down the track, trying to
outrun the massive locomotive and train. In short, he panicked.
Jim and I looked at each other in momentary disbelief. Surely nobody
could be so stupid to just run down a track with a train rapidly gaining on him
from behind. But John just kept on running as fast as he could churn his legs.
The train was actually moving fairly slowly as it had slowed down rounding
the big curve. But even at its slow speed it was still gaining ground on John
quite quickly.
Jim and I were both yelling continually for him to just step off the track.
We were using exaggerated arm movements to visually encourage him to
simply step off to his left. Nothing had an effect. If he wasn’t a newly minted
Naval Officer fresh out of the academy, I would have thought he was stoned
out of his mind.
John was getting closer and closer to us and the train was bearing down
closer and closer to him. When John and the train were only separated by
about 50 feet he suddenly must have realized that he had to do something
other than just run down the track to escape his impending doom. But his
brilliant epiphany wasn’t to step off the track and get out of the way of the
million pound roaring monster. Instead, he took his shotgun, which he had
been carrying over his shoulder in a case, and violently ripped it off his
shoulder and threw it away. It landed on the track behind him. The train was
now so close that it ran over the gun in the case almost the moment it hit the
track.
In those few intervening seconds John was up almost abreast of us. The
train was only a couple of feet away from running him over. At that last
possible second, with us yelling at him to get off the track and encouraging
him with big movements of our arms to do the same, he finally took a giant
step off the track toward us and the safety of the inside track. But it was too
late, the train hit him a glancing blow just as he was reaching with his
outstretched left leg and arm to vacate the track.
To this day I can’t explain any of what happened next. John was basically
in a stretched out, spread eagle position when the train hit him. The next
thing Jim and I knew, John was flying over our heads spinning like a top with
both his arms and hands widely outstretched. He passed over our heads, flew
over the inside track and the wide drainage ditch beside it. He landed in what
seemed to be a lifeless clump in a bush of thorny blackberries on the hillside.
The train engineer knew he had hit somebody and the train immediately
applied emergency brakes and quickly came to a complete stop, with the
engine about a dozen cars up from where we were. Jim and I rushed over to
see how badly mangled John was, or if he was even still alive. We were
relived and a little surprised to see he was still breathing. As we pulled him
gingerly from the thorny blackberry bushes we were even more amazed to
discover that he had no broken bones or even a sprain; just a bunch of
scratches, mostly from the blackberries!
I was disgusted and incredulous that an Ensign, a US naval officer, had
panicked so completely and utterly over a situation that wasn’t even
threatening. It would have been a simple matter with many seconds to spare
for John to have simply stepped off the track out of harm’s way. This was a
man that might someday be the captain of a nuclear submarine armed with
nuclear missiles that could destroy a good portion of the world. And this is
how he acted under a little stress? This is the type of man I might be trusting
my future, my unborn children’s future, and the future of world peace to?
UGH!
Then my disgust and disillusionment with the quality of newly minted US
naval officers was doubled. Now both John and Jim panicked! They were like
frightened kids that were worried about getting caught for some mischief.
They both looked at me, the 16 year old teenager, with an almost frenzied
look. “You have to hide us.” Jim stammered. “They can’t discover two navy
officers in this situation.” My eyes widened in disbelief at his statement.
“They know they hit me,” John added still shaking from his near miss with
death. “The train is stopped. They’re going to come looking for me. Please
find a place to hide us.”
I had to laugh a bit as I swept my arm around panoramically. “Hide you
where?” I wondered. “On the other side of this train there’s nothing but
water,” I said pointing to my right. “Over here on this side,” I pointed to my
left, “the hillside is too steep to climb and covered with impenetrable
blackberry bushes.”
It became a moot point, as while they were nervously mulling over where
they could hide, the train lurched forward and began moving again after just a
few minutes of being stopped.
A short time later Stan came walking alone down the tracks. He was
surprised to see the three of us standing around as the train engineer had told
him and my Dad that they hit someone on the tracks. Both men assumed that
it was the 16 year old boy that had been hit, not one of the naval officers. My
Dad apparently was sure I was dead and was too shaken to come, which is
why Stan was there.
A few minutes later we had all walked down to the duck blind, where I
never saw my father so happy to see me. On the other hand he was so angry
with the two young Ensigns that he told them to keep walking down the
tracks until they were at least a mile away as he didn’t want to have to see
them the rest of the day. Stan went with them. But that still wasn’t the end of
the story.
A few hours later two men came walking down the tracks and stopped at
our duck blind, which was just below the raised railroad bed. They were
dressed in regular clothes and in every way were just like two normal guys,
until they asked the question. “Have you guys seen anything on the tracks?”
“Anything like what?” My Dad asked.
“Like a dead body,” one of the men replied. It seemed like these fellows
were from the railroad company. The engineer had reported that he had hit
somebody. Apparently the idea that someone had survived such a collision
didn’t seem probable, so these two guys had been sent to find the body. My
Dad told them to keep walking about a mile down the track and they could
talk to the corpse in person.
This was a momentous moment in my awakening, one of several events
that occurred when I was 16 that dramatically altered the course of my life.
At the time it was the most powerful instance of clairvoyance I had
experienced; one that was almost immediately confirmed as authenticated.
This realization continued to nag at me through many of the next years as I
became more immersed in science. Though it was unexplainable by any
scientific method, I could not deny it or explain it for anything other than
what it was - clairvoyance.
The experience also deepened my belief in God, in a higher power than us
mere mortals. In no other way than Divine Intervention, could I imagine
John escaping that catastrophe, basically unscathed. Though why God would
want to intervene for this fellow remains a mystery.
How You Can Manifest and Expand Your Clairvoyant
Abilities
You probably have experienced clairvoyant abilities many times in your
life and just did not realize that’s what had occurred. If you have ever, out of
the blue, thought of something just before it happened, with no stimulus or