‘Learning to love my gift’
A psychic reader, shamanic healer and spiritual teacher, Claire Stone took time to embrace her destiny
Now a shamanic healer and psychic reader, it took Claire Stone time to understand and embrace her destiny as a spiritual teacher
‘I began to understand there were spiritual laws’
Spooning cornflakes into my mouth, I casually told Nan what I’d seen the night before, how I’d watched her and Grandad having tea on their laps before tuning into the News at Ten.
‘You were tucked up in bed by then,’ Nan laughed. ‘I’d have heard you come down.’
‘No,’ I replied innocently. ‘Because
Nan’s face fell as I described the steak and chips I’d seen her and Grandad tuck into, the conversations they’d had and the programs they’d watched.
‘I saw it from the ceiling!’ I beamed proudly. Astral projection was something I’d done for as long as I could remember and I was excited to tell Nan what I’d seen when I’d left my body lying in bed and floated downstairs. But Nan didn’t seem pleased. She looked afraid.
She and Grandad started taking me to church more often after that. And I soon learned not to talk about the spirits I saw, like the nice older lady in her 1940s’ skirt, cardigan and apron, who’d often chase me up the stairs and try to play with me. My stories made Nan and Grandad more afraid for me.
‘She’s a nice lady,’ I tried to reassure them. ‘She’s always laughing.’
But my words fell on deaf ears.
Mum was worried too, drumming into me that meddling with Spirit was dangerous.
In the end, the constant warnings from my family worked a bit too well and I became terrified of the spirits I felt constantly in my bedroom at night.
I tried blocking them out but I still sensed them, and in many ways, that made it scarier, being able to feel their presence without actually seeing or hearing who was there. I decided I must be cursed, waking in the night with a feeling of someone being there, turning on the light in absolute panic.
I still saw angels, too, who manifested themselves as shimmering lights, just as
I was falling asleep. They brought with them a powerful feeling of reassurance and love.
Yet, mindful of my family’s warnings, I didn’t welcome them.
‘Make it stop,’ I’d say, pillow over my head and praying to wake up ‘normal’.
Despite my fear, I still felt drawn to all things spiritual. Aged 13, when all my friends were spending their money on lipgloss and magazines, I saved up to buy a tarot deck.
A constant battle raged inside me, between my spiritual calling and my fear of it.
I developed agoraphobia and anxiety, dropped out of school and barely left the house.
Life was horrible. I didn’t feel at home on earth, let alone in my family. That was when I became my own therapist, fighting the agoraphobia and anxiety, a little day by day. At just 17, I left home and found a place of my own.
It was almost like someone was guiding me, a voice inside saying, ‘Just try walking to the bus stop today,’ or ‘maybe just go one stop?’
I’d also spend time each week sitting on the floor of the local bookshop, scouring the one shelf devoted to mind, body and spirit.
My first purchase was Living Magically by
Gill Edwards, soon followed by The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.
These books opened up a whole new world for me. I realised there was so much more to the world than I’d been taught at church.
I began to understand there were spiritual laws and once I applied them to my own life, magic began to unfurl.
I felt ecstatic, like I’d been plugged into joy. I started to work with the angels I’d always seen,
in particular Archangel Michael.
Synchronicity brought the perfect people into my life and I quickly became a student of the universe.
I trained as a level one reiki healer and, aged 19, found work as a Shaman’s apprentice.
After that I trained in several different holistic therapies before setting up my own healing and psychic business.
Finding a voice
Although I’d often hear messages for clients from Spirit, I never called myself a medium and deliberately didn’t pass the messages on because I was still wary.
Until around four years ago, when I decided to train under a more experienced medium, so I’d know how to handle contact with Spirit safely.
There were lots of exercises I had to complete. In one he gave me an envelope with a photo inside and asked me if the person in the photo was male or female and dead or alive.
‘Try to tell me something about their life, too,’ he said.
To my delight I was accurate every time.
Next, it was time to connect with our guides. After a meditation I had to imagine I was inside a large bubble, before allowing someone to join me inside.
I recognised the person who stepped into my bubble straight away. It was the nice older lady who’d played with me as a child!
She told me her name was Helenna and showed me a memory, like a movie playing in my head.
I could see Helenna and I being shot by Nazi soldiers in our last life. We’d been prisoners of war together in 1940.
In a flash I remembered how, in that life I’d been from Denmark, a practicing witch with a woodcutter husband and two children called Rona and Homer.
The Nazis had taken me to Germany where I’d met Helenna, who was also a white witch.
I’d known her all my present life but hadn’t known our history.
Yet, even though the memories were so clear, I was still sceptical.
‘You’ve got to prove all this to me in the physical world,’ I told Helenna.
Learning the truth
That night, something told me to google the names of my children from the past life I’d shared with Helenna.
It turned out Rona was a Scandinavian girl’s name – though I’d never heard it before.
Then one of the mums at the school gates mentioned a deal she’d seen online.
‘It’s for a trip to Denmark, to visit a museum
all about Denmark’s role in the Second World War,’ she said.
I was amazed. Having pretty much left school at 13, I’d had no idea Denmark had even been involved in the war.
If I’d tried to imagine being involved in the Second World War in a past life, I’d never have come up with being from Denmark!
It was the proof I’d asked for and, in time, I realised it had been Helena who’d helped with my recovery from anxiety and agoraphobia.
She’d been a healer as well as a witch in the past life we’d shared. Along with the angels, she began helping me through my development as a medium. Once I’d learned to tap into her, she proved an amazing guide.
The best of friends
Often I communicate with her through automatic writing, though when I’m with clients her voice will come through to me, too.
She’ll suggest rituals for clients, crystals that will be helpful or give me information to pass on. She has this phenomenal bank of knowledge.
And she’s very funny, too. One day we were packing up the campervan to go on a family holiday when I got the urge to check in with her.
I got a pen and paper out and began to write, but her message seemed particularly cryptic,
‘The bells will be ringing.’
I had no idea what she meant. Until we arrived at the campsite. It turned out it was right next to a church with bells that rang every hour, keeping us up all night!
‘Thanks for the warning, Helenna!’ I laughed. She loves the limelight, too.
When I was interviewed on live radio, she wowed the DJ interviewing me by giving me personal messages for him.
I once asked Helenna for a sign that the information I had received from her was accurate, asking her to send a peacock feather as confirmation. The next day, I got a friend request on Facebook from a lady whose profile picture was a woman covered in peacock feathers!
Then my husband came home from work saying he’d stopped by the local allotment for eggs on the way.
‘The peacocks there were really noisy,’ he said. He’d never mentioned peacocks at the allotment before. So, a feather hadn’t landed on my lap, but they’d come to me in uncanny ways.
I spent so long struggling with my gift, but thanks to Helenna I never feel alone with it.
She’s not just my guide, she’s my best friend.
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It took me time to accept my true path
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