A Clairvoyant on Vacation

It's been a bit since I've had the opportunity to post because I've been on a trip out of the country. But I'm back and thought I'd share some of the experiences of my trip to Scotland.

It's always interesting when a clairvoyant wanders around centuries old buildings and ruins, and being in Scotland was no exception. And I believe that we end up in the places we are supposed to be at the time we need to be there.

Our first stop after attending an event in Stranraer was at Crossraguel Abbey which was on the drive from Stranraer to Loch Lomond. Initially, I just drove on by, but something about the place called to me so I did a U-turn and headed on back. to the Abbey.

Near Maybole, Scotland, the abbey was founded in 1244. by the Earl of Carrick. A few things there caught the attention of my clairvoyant senses. As a firm believer in reincarnation and having had past lives that we may or may not be aware of, we met a lovely couple, and I immediately felt a strong connection with her. Upon shaking her hand, she and I both felt a tingle of energy pass through our joined hands. I'm pretty sure we were somehow related in a past life. As the caretaker walked with us across the lawn leading to the main part of the ruins, I got an image of a woman lying on the grass with her skirts strung about and she was weeping inconsolably. I mentioned this to the caretaker, and he explained that a woman had been held prisoner, and she had flung herself out the window and died. He said that she was buried near the spot where I was presently standing. There was a room where the monks used to go to talk as talking was not permitted in the main section of the abbey. In there, I was taken with a lightheadedness and sense of hunger. The monks whose energy was lingering there were evidently in the midst of a long fast. The lightheaded feeling was too much for me, so I stepped outside and had a visit with the caretaker where I learned so much about this particular place. Including the caretaker's own confession that he had been a young boy there over 700 years previously in one of his past lives.

We stayed for three nights in Castle Lomond which was built sometime in the early 1800s and has been converted into self-catering apartments. A lovely old building, but there have been too many modern visitors for there to be much activity. However, I did have a feeling of a gentleman walking with me in the back lawn the last evening we were there.

At the standing stones of Craigh Na Dun, I could hear the whisper of the early Celts on the wind through the trees. There was where they gave thanks to the earth for their bountiful harvest and to celebrate Mabon. Faint images of a long time ago. I brought home a bit of moss I was compelled to collect from one of the stones.

Moving along, the next experience I had was at Stirling Castle. As we were following the guide through the chapel, I got an image of a couple kneeling before the altar. Whether it was for a marriage or the baptism of a child, I'm not sure. Then later on in the castle I felt the presence of a woman who was curious about the string of visitors to what was once her home.

At Culloden, I got a few little twinges of awareness, but we didn't go out onto the battlefield. I'm sure that on a future trip, I will need to do that.

Culross Village was very active. It makes a lot of sense that it would be as it was there that those accused of witchcraft were taken before being moved to Edinburgh for their trials. One woman, in particular, from the history sheet I was given had thrown herself out the attic window of the church still tied to the chair they had bound her to. She apparently thought plunging to her death on the cobblestones below would be a better option than the torture she would have to endure at the hands of her captors. Most of the activity I felt was in the garden of Culross Palace where I got the sense of a curious young girl following me through the riotous garden of plants for the palace apothecary.

I hope you have enjoyed my snippets of stories from beyond the veil. Many blessings to all.