Claircognizant

I have recently found that my unique gift is being a Claircognizant; my other gifts are slowly manifesting. To understand the four Clairs' abilities more, head down to my website https://www.askmaia.com.au/psyche-awareness and select 'The Four Clairs'

But, What is a Claircognizant? Claircognizance is one of the four major psychic abilities, which means "clear knowing". It lets you know something is genuine or will be, though you have no logical explanation to back up this idea. It's having an inner knowing or a gut feeling that can't be ignored even if you try. You just "know" specific things through your psychic senses, which are directly manifested as thoughts.

Since a little girl, I have had this gift; I just knew things. I didn't know how I knew...I just knew. I was so intrigued by the psychic realm, the paranormal, the seeing, hearing, and feeling things that no one else could. I learned to trust myself and my ability. I notice the subtle energy changes, patterns in numbers, and constant messages from my thoughts that won't stop until I have acknowledged and dealt with them.

One of my recent messages was the name of my Kinesiologist which I hadn't seen for almost two years since my last visit, and her name kept popping up every time I used my phone. A couple of days prior to this, I had in my mind to see someone about my lack of energy and gut issues. So I called her for an appointment, and boy did I have soo much to tell her.

I Just Knew...

About 6-8 months before getting married, my fiancee told me one Thursday night, that he was going fishing that weekend with my cousins, and I said NO. I just had this powerful feeling that he shouldn't go and that he wouldn't be coming over for Sunday dinner. He says, "don't be ridiculous, I coming to see you on Sunday", but I just kept insisting for he not go. We saw each other Saturday night. As he was leaving to head home, it started to lightly rain, and I said, "oh, thank goodness you won't be going fishing; it has started to rain". And he said, "the rain is good for fishing". Sunday at 3.00 am. My mum wakes me up. Takes me into the kitchen to tell me that my father-in-law is on the phone, and there has been an accident. A car accident. A driver on the other side of the road fell asleep at the wheel, crossed over the medium strip, and crashed right into my fiancee. Luckily he only got away with a broken knee but the car was a total right off. He didn't come over Sunday, and the hospital was where he was staying.

When I say NO, it's for a reason

I was excited to speak with the Careers advisor with my son at school today as my son wanted to complete year 10 to start his career in Animal Studies. Once the meeting finished, my son advised me that after school he was going out with his mates to the local Westfield, which he did almost every day just to hang out. On this particular day, I insisted he not go. Why? I haven't got an answer to that yet.

So, he went. October 21st, 2020 at 2.55 pm the school bell rang. They grouped up and all walked together heading to Burwood. 3.38 pm I received a call from my son's best friend. My son was hit by a car. AND there's the reason. I was hysterical. My husband heard me as he was preparing to leave for work. We ran to the car, jumped in, and frantically headed toward Burwood on a busy afternoon, traffic was horrendous as it was the perfect time for parents to pick up their school children, and just children everywhere going home from school. On a busy day like this, it would have taken 20 minutes to get there, but my husband cut in and out of traffic, driving on footpaths (where it was safe) and we arrived in 5 mins. The ambulance was already at the scene. There were schoolkids everywhere. I saw my son on the footpath where they had moved him to clear the road. The ambulance officer gave my son the 'green whistle' to inhale, which is filled with medicine used to reduce pain. My son was more worried about his expensive TN sneakers that had to be cut off...hahaha.

Even though my son was flung about 1 meter or so he only got away with a cracked Tibia. He was very lucky, that can be fixed. He didn't need surgery but he required general anesthetic for manipulation of his leg to be put back into the correct form prior to the plaster cast being put on from the top of the thigh to the bottom of his foot.

But, what was sooo amazing was the 'Angel Numbers' that surrounded him at the time of the accident and the time in the hospital. Within the time of the accident and the time of the friend calling me Angel Number 333 appeared-'in perfect hands, your angels and ancestors are beside you assisting.'

The Angel Number 1111 was around the time that my son was going into the theatre for the manipulation and we were both nervous- 'on the right path, you are where you need to be, alignment at its best.' I left my son as they were wheeling him in. I walked out the doors and noticed that I was in another section of the hospital, I felt lost and I didn't know how to get back. I started to get anxious as I was worried about my Meniere's knocking me about. I grabbed my phone from my bag and the Angel Number 222 appeared- 'Don't worry. Just trust yourself. Everything is working out just as it's supposed to.' I got back to where I was supposed to be. Sat on the bed and had a bite to eat. It had been a few hours and my son wasn't back from the theatre yet, I started to stress. Angel Number 444 appeared- 'Protection. Your spirit guides and the Universe are protecting you. Focus on your thoughts and surroundings.'

Just then my son was wheeled back in.

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