I was clairaudient before the age of seven. Our house was part of the integrated projects in Little Rock, Arkansas right at the intersection of 20th and Pine Streets. Many sleepless nights lying in bed next to my older brother, I learned the simple language of rats. The hisses and squeaks were for a reason. When the critters found a food source, the chatter became louder to call in the mischief, which is a term used for smaller colonies or swarms because of their troublesome and quick behavior. It takes only a couple to rip through a packaged loaf of bread. The hisses were more about staying out of one’s space, which would sometimes lead to gnawing fights of blood exchanged. Here is a post about the the 8 clair senses.
As I lay there in the bed, when they were less active, I still listened to the rustling of their feet as they scurried across the laminate flooring in the kitchen onto the wooden floor in our bedroom. The bed my brother and I slept in was right in the middle of the room next to the kitchen. Rats were notoriously good at climbing walls. I still remember that room because on the southeast corner was the bathroom I potty trained in, and I recall that little potty seat being red. Just because the rats were bad, there was an advantage of my clear hearing during my youth. Here is my Life Topics page.
Being Clairaudient Is Anazing at Any Age
When the vermin got close to my side of the bed, as I listened, I would rustle the sheets and covers hard to scare them off. That would work best for me. Sometimes, I was able to drift off with snort snoozes. During one of those times, I was half asleep, my brother woke up screaming. A rat had crawled up on his side of the bed and bit him on the leg. As I knew, I mostly watched out for myself but my brother not all the time because he was a sound sleeper unlike me. Being a clairaudient person at any age is a challenge.
My mother had enough and took me, my older brother and two older sisters over to grandma’s place in Highland Court. It was near 12th Street and Jonesboro Ave. We left dad there to deal with the rats himself. He usually stunned them by hitting them hard with a broom and sweeping them out the back door. They often found their way back in by the uneasily fixable gaping hole underneath the house. That hole was by the water heater and next to the kitchen that went back inside to the plastic curtain covered water closet. Having clear hearing helped me.
I Also Have the Spiritual Gift of Clairsentience
Too, I also remember another experience of having clear hearing or this audio form of clairvoyance. I attended a Catholic or parochial school, and around the first and second grade that this experienced happened every Sunday. Though, I vividly remember sitting before the celebration of mass in the gymnasium, as the building of our new church was still in progress. There was a huge pipe organ, phantom of the opera type.
About ten to five minutes, one of the nuns came into play. The acoustics were awful. As her fingers pounded down on that first note, I cried because the piercing of my acute hearing was too much for me. My siblings and all my classmates would stare at me and wonder why I was crying. My mom kept telling everyone it was a phase I was going through. The point is that it hurt my ears to hear that sound, so at that point on, I did not like pipe organ music that much. Being a clairaudient is a spiritual gift at any age.
These two incidents were what I most remember about having this spiritual gift of clairaudience. I felt as if I could hear all the shots heard around the world.
I found out later that dad had severe post-traumatic stress disorder, from the war. It led to his early death at age 44 and the ended of my clairaudience. It happened while I was in the second grade. That is a whole other story, which I will relate later.