I’d always been psychic, but I’d never had a vision like this one… Surely it couldn’t be true?
AsI looked up from the microphone, I took in the crowd gathering in the bar.
Then my eyes locked on to a man who was sitting at one of the tables.
He was tapping along to the music and smiling and I thought: He’s a good-looking guy.
When I’d finished my set on stage, he came over and introduced himself.
‘Hi, I’m J,’ he said. We got chatting and I was struck by his warm personality and sense of humour. From then on, we became friends.
I told J all about my work as a singer — and about my passion.
‘I’m a psychic,’ I told him.
‘I do tarot readings, reiki, massage, yoga — that kind of thing.’
I’d had a spiritual awakening in my late 20s and found myself drawn to the psychic world. I was used to people being sceptical about it, but J wasn’t judgemental.
‘It’s not really my thing,’ he said, ‘but I’d be happy to let you practise on me.’
As I got to know him better, I realised that J had this special way about him. Any night out with him was fun and he was such a laugh. But he also made me feel safe.
After about a year, our friendship blossomed into romance. It was strange, because we were complete opposites. But we just worked.
He’d come to yoga classes with me and I’d go to the football with him.
And we loved nothing better than sitting down to a roast at our favourite pub.
In fact, that was my idea of a perfect day and what we ended up doing for Valentine’s.
Of course, sometimes we had silly tiffs, especially when we were both busy. But I thought we were happy…
One day, however, something unusual happened. J was feeling stressed after work, so I said: ‘Why don’t you let me do a reiki healing on you? It will help you relax.’
I sat him down on the floor with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, then I started running my hands over his shoulders, his head and his chest. He fell asleep, which is common in a reiki practice.
Meanwhile, I let myself become absorbed in the healing, connecting with J’s aura. And, as I did so, I was hit with a vision, as clear as day.
I saw a woman. She had long, dark brown hair and she was leaning against a door frame. She looked wholesome and beautiful. Almost as soon as the image appeared, however, it vanished into thin air and J started to stir.
‘Thanks, babe,’ he said. ‘I feel so much better now.’
‘Any time,’ I replied.
Then I said: ‘I had a vision of a woman who was natural-looking with long, dark hair. She was beautiful.’
I wondered if she was someone J knew.
But he just shrugged and said: ‘Doesn’t mean anything to me.’
