I travelled to Osun state with my mum one time and I don’t think I’ll ever forget what happened. We visited a friend of hers one evening, and after eating, my mum said she was going somewhere different from where we all were to pray. I decided to pack the used plates and do the dishes, and once I had done that, tidy the kitchen up a bit. There wasn’t anything else to do, really, except watch TV.
I was almost done with the dishes when I heard my name, very clearly in fact, like the caller was just behind the door, and it came through as my mum’s voice. My very thought was she wanted me to join her and her friend in the prayer, and [I feel very impelled to ask God for forgiveness at this point] my first inner reaction was ‘nope’. I responded that I was coming, and I rinsed my hands (and probably did something else) before going to look for her.
When I got to her, I told her that I had approached her in response to her call, and she just looked at me. She said she didn’t call me. What? Who called me then?
Her friend told me not to respond if I heard my name again. I didn’t know how to feel. My mum is not one for pranks, so I knew it wasn’t a prank. She really didn’t call me; someone else did.
Did I hear my name again?
Yes, faintly this time.
Did I respond?
I am pretty sure the reaction to this would be “you are probably very used to hearing your mum call you” or “it was all in your mind” or “she called you and she probably forgot she did”. Sis, I shit you not, I know what I heard. As a matter of fact, it was happening very frequently at a time in my life.
My brother and I had a similar experience. We were downstairs in the rain very late one evening, chatting away about everything and nothing, trying to put buckets in spaces where they could collect rainwater, when we heard a very loud voice saying inaudible words. We dismissed it, convinced each other that it was from our neighbour’s house or somewhere else, before we heard it again. It was a very deep voice and it sounded like it was coming from above us. It wasn’t a familiar voice because we would have recognized the speaker right away. My brother and I still laugh about the speed with which we ran up the stairs; we still don’t understand what on earth that was till this day.
I did a personal reading to see the psychic gifts that I either have or will have in the future and these cards were included in the list of cards that I got:
I was reading things online about signs of clairaudience, and a content creator touched on very similar experiences to the ones I’ve had, including the one that I have described. I still don’t know if I’m clairaudient. “Clairaudience” sounds really fancy and sophisticated.
We’ll see, I guess.