Once a month, in my town, a psychic fair is held. I had thought about going for a long time, but never got the chance. One day, while driving down the road, I saw a sign advertising the fair. I finally decided I would attend and see what it was all about.

I walked in and immediately noticed women with deep red hair. She was off to my left, sitting at a small table with some pretty colored candles. I took a liking to the set up and wanted to have my reading done by her. There was a person on line before me, so I waited my turn.

Finally after about an hour, I was to go. My heart was racing a little bit because I was not sure what to expect. I was excited and nervous all at the same time.

I watched as the reader and her client stood up to end their session. I was happy. It was now my turn; not! They both started to walk away from the table together. I was confused and wondered if she walked all of her clients outside.

I went over to the girl at the main desk and asked when the reader with red hair would be back. The girl informed me that, that was her last reading, and she went home. Let me tell you how I was bent. I was all kinds of offended, and swore she knew I was waiting for her.

Now my feelings were all over the place. I was angry that I waited so long, disappointed that I could not get the reader I wanted, but was still excited and wanted a reading. I guess the girl at the desk saw how I was confused, and suggested a different reader.

She sat me at a table that was all the way in the back. It looked like no one was doing business there. No candles, no table cloth; nothing. All that was there was a plain 2 by 2 table, two chairs and me, the reader was not present either. I had some thoughts running through my head; mainly arguing with myself about whether or not I should leave.

I decided to have a seat and wait a few minutes. It was not long before I saw a guy with a boyish look walking my way. I was hoping this was not my reader; he looked to normal. Where was my eccentric, long haired, hippy looking guy?

He sat down, introduced himself and then said, “I will be back soon.” I put my head down and was pissed. He just sat down and already was looking to get up and leave. With that thought I lifted my head. Expecting him to be gone, I looked up and he was still sitting there. If I was confused before, now I was lost!

His eyes were fluttering as if something was in them besides his eyeballs. Thank God this “ritual” did not last very long. I wanted to ask him if he was ok. I was not sure if he was having a slight seizure or if he was about to do a humongous sneeze.

He opened his eyes and said I had an army of angels with me, more than the norm. He expressed to me how I have lived a few lives, that I was an old soul and that in six months I will become Clairaudient.

Ok, at this point, I knew I grew up half of my life having strange things happen to me, and that some prophetic dreams had come to pass, but Clairaudient, I was not. I knew there was no way possible that I would be able to hear voices in my head and not claim myself nuts! (I had been having experiences all my life, but never put a name or category to them)

I left there saying, “Yeah, right!” As soon as I got home I told my mother and my sister of my experience with my spiritual reader. We kind of laughed about it, and then did not make much mention of it after. It was January when I saw this psychic.

June came. I was in the house with my three year old daughter who was napping. I was doing my normal daily chores, when I heard a very faint voice. I thought maybe it was coming from outside. I did not think much about it at first. I continued to clean.

As I walked into the kitchen, I heard the voice again. This time I heard it louder and clearer, yet still a whisper. The voice was saying, “susan, susan” (Name changed for anonymity) I had a friend by that name, but I wasn’t sure who was saying it, or where it was coming from.

That is when it struck me! It was June, six months after seeing the reader, and I was hearing a voice that was not in my head, nor in my ear. Oh boy, I was scared. Who was this voice? It seemed it was trying to get my attention. It kept repeating itself.

Finally I yelled out, “What do you want?” It was a female’s voice. She sounded young. I believe she was trying to tell me her name, at the same time, calling out my friend’s name. (Yes, very confusing!)

Long story short, it turned out my friend Susan had a friend, who passed away at the age eighteen. I could not get out her whole name. I could only get out the strong “EE” sound.

When I presented this story to my girlfriend she knew who it was. She was so pleased to know she remembered her. The name of the girl who passed away was Yvette.( The strong EEE sound in the beginning in her name)

This was the first, of many encounters, that I had with people who have passed onto the other side.