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Once of my clients, Nita, is a systems analyst. Her husband is a finance manager for a high-street bank. I’ve read for both individuals, and they are rationalists: they need proof of spirit, which I was able to give them for a close relative who had passed. But one of the other reasons Nita came to me was out of concern for her daughter Sal, seven years old, and her son Ty, nine. The family had just moved countries to a new home.

‘Mum, it’s so pretty in here,’ Sal had told Nita. ‘Look at all the colours!’

‘What colours?’ Nita had asked.

Nita said, ‘We were unpacking yet another box in a dark sitting room – we had no curtains at the window. Dusk was drawing in, and I was thinking about putting the lights on. Then Sal said, “Pink, a kind of light blue, green … like a rainbow.” Then she began skipping around the room, generally enjoying herself.

‘“It’s getting dark in here, sweetheart,” I said, gently.

‘“No, it’s not, not with the colours …”’

Nita didn’t disagree with her daughter Sal, but instead filed it away for future discussion with her husband. This wasn’t the first instance of an odd experience in the house. While the adults had noticed nothing untoward, Nita’s son, Ty, was convinced there were more people living there than on the rental agreement they’d just signed.

‘There’s a man, Mummy,’ he’d said, pointing at the long, wide hallway. Nita had looked up, but saw no one there, and nothing reflected in the newly polished parquet floor.

‘What does he look like, then?’ Nita had decided to play along.

‘He’s quite small and old, but he looks a bit like Daddy. He’s got a long white shirt on like Daddy wears when we go to the temple.’

Nita then told me that her husband confirmed the man was actually his grandfather, whom he’d never met. ‘Mikael, my husband, had a photo of him, though, so he went to fetch it. He said, “First, tell me what our son said.” So I gave him the description. Then Mikael turned over the photo. And there was a small-boned man, with short, dark hair and my husband’s eyes. And he was wearing a long white chemise.’

I linked in to Nita’s son. ‘He is very spiritual,’ I began. ‘He doesn’t just sense spirits, he sees them in physical form – just as if he’s seeing you or me.

‘I feel this grandfather is with you in your home to protect you,’ I explained. ‘There’s nothing dark or problematic with your house; it’s just that sometimes loved ones visit when you’re about to embark on a new phase of your life. And he wants to be around when the new baby comes.’

‘How did you know we were trying for a baby?’ Nita exclaimed.

‘You son has seen her already, and it’s a little girl. She’s waiting to be born.’

Five months later, Nita came for another reading.

‘I’m pregnant, and it’s a girl,’ she smiled, running her hand over her growing bump.

In cases such as this, I advise parents not to be too concerned about their children’s experiences, provided they are not causing them any distress. We all have psychic ability, particularly as children, and often ‘grow out of it’ – although some of us don’t!

When I was six years old, I had a friend called Adele. I didn’t realise that no one else in my family could see her. I played with her every week when we went to my gran’s house. Adele lived next door, and I’d usually find her playing on the high wall at the bottom of the garden. I’d have to ask her to come down and play with me on the grass, which she did. I’d show her my dolls, we’d make up a game and then my gran would come out with some juice. I never understood why she only brought one cup. When Gran went back into the house to talk with Mum, I’d offer Adele a sip of juice, but she always said no. She was a tiny little thing, with plaits and a buttoned-up dress like the girls we saw in picture books on the Victorians. I remember thinking she looked a bit strange, but I was just grateful for someone else to play with. I had lots of brothers and sisters at home so it felt natural for me to be playing with other children all the time. I wasn’t used to being on my own.

I told my mum about Adele after a few weeks. Mum was pretty open-minded about spiritual matters – more than I realised. She went to spiritualist church regularly, and started taking me with her when I was nine or ten years old. Mum didn’t criticise or mock me for talking about Adele. She didn’t say much, but I felt she kind of accepted it. She didn’t push me to ‘prove’ my invisible friend existed, or give evidence that I had any kind of special talent – unlike my client Georgia.

Georgia had lost her husband three years before we met in my reading room at Selfridges. She’d flown in from Italy for a business meeting the previous day, and decided to pop in for a reading before her flight home that evening.

I brought her husband in spirit through. She needed to know he was okay, and I gave her some messages from him. But I had the feeling she’d heard it all before. So why was she here?

‘My son is very intuitive,’ she said, after a pause. And then I saw a clear picture of him: a teenager, athletic – and very sensitive spiritually.

‘He’s been bringing messages through to you from his dad,’ I said, as her husband in spirit continued to talk to me through my inner voice.

‘Yes,’ she confirmed, only half smiling.

‘Your husband says, “Stop putting pressure on him.”’ At this, Georgia looked really irritated with me.

‘What do you mean?’ she retorted, taking a sip of water, a frown spreading over her brow. ‘We get on really well. We’re very close.’

‘He can’t keep doing this for you any more. It’s not fair …’

‘But he could always link to his father, since he passed away when my son was nine, and I don’t understand why he won’t do it now.’ Her anger was really starting to come out now. What has she been doing to this child?

‘Georgia, your son linked to your husband easily at first. He’s naturally gifted, and the trauma of the sudden death of his father opened up what I’d describe as a strong portal to the spirit realm.

‘But now he’s a teenager, he’s growing out of this: he doesn’t want to do it any more. When he’s older he might be drawn to spiritual work, if that’s his path, but this has to be his choice.’

‘It’s just … he’d given me messages every week, so I got used to asking him for a message when I was feeling low.’

‘And you’ve become dependent on it.’

Georgia sighed deeply. ‘Yes, okay.’ She seemed to accept what I was saying, but I sensed she was reluctant to hear it.

‘It’s time to let go. Your husband doesn’t want your son being pressurised.’

The reading room was silent.

I can’t say Georgia threw her arms around me at this realisation. Maybe it would take her time to accept that things had to change. She left, quietly, and I didn’t see her again. I just hope her boy is happy and following his own path. After all, his father in spirit has his best interests at heart – even when that meant ending the one way he could communicate with his dear wife.

Jayne’s Wisdom

Often, psychic ability can be awakened by emotional trauma. Read the life stories of famous mediums, and you’ll find that virtually all have suffered in their lives to some degree: serious illness, like me; early bereavement; family break-ups; bullying. I believe that suffering as a child can heighten our intuition and sensitivity, so that we may help others in their lives – but only if and when we are ready to do so.