The Baby Mind Reader: Amazing Psychic Stories from the Man Who Can Read Babies’ Minds

The Baby Mind Reader: Amazing Psychic Stories from the Man Who Can Read Babies’ Minds
Derek Ogilvie

Psychic Derek Ogilvie is the baby mind reader – called in when parents have tried all else, Derek communicates with children to find the reasons behind their problem behaviour, tantrums and sleepless nights.Derek Ogilvie is one of Scotland's best-known and respected psychics. He can be seen on Five TV in 2006 with his new show ‘The Baby Mind Reader’, where he exhibits his rare ability of being able to communicate telepathically with babies and young children.In this, his fascinating first book published alongside his TV series, Derek shares the story of his rollercoaster life and how he rediscovered his psychic powers and his true calling in life.At the age of nine Derek realised he was psychic when his dead neighbour started visiting him every night while he was in bed. But as a young man, Derek’s psychic abilities took a back seat as he concentrated on building a business empire and becoming a millionaire.However, five years ago, Derek’s business went bust, his house was repossessed, his partner left him and his grandmother died. Only then did Derek take stock of his life and reconnect with his psychic gift to start helping other people. It was at this point that Derek realised he could also communicate with babies and young children, as well as animals.Funny and poignant, this is Derek’s amazing story.

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To whom much is given, much is expected in return.

For Casper, Beryl and Mo, and to all who have helped me in whatever way possible, large or small, on this incredible journey.

Contents

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Title Page (#u304ae100-398f-5afd-b9e0-c0b176522987)

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1 In the beginning (#ulink_267fe8cc-15cd-56f0-abb8-8270a99b5cc7)

2 Doing the business (#ulink_8118c056-bcc8-50ff-ade6-d5619836308e)

3 Learning to use my psychic gift (#ulink_67977f05-764d-5e90-98d7-6cf94605df7f)

4 My first psychic show (#ulink_32cba03b-c63e-5cb1-8364-cbe76a97fb03)

5 Getting into print (#litres_trial_promo)

6 Becoming a baby mind reader (#litres_trial_promo)

7 Spreading the word (#litres_trial_promo)

8 Understanding my gift – how I communicate with babies (#litres_trial_promo)

9 Words and pictures – how babies communicate with me (#litres_trial_promo)

10 Putting it all together (#litres_trial_promo)

11 Elizabeth’s story – a need for security (#litres_trial_promo)

12 Jacob’s story – the terrible twos (#litres_trial_promo)

13 Madison’s story – ruling the roost (#litres_trial_promo)

14 Teagan’s story – out of control (#litres_trial_promo)

15 Lilly’s story – the baby who hit her mother (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

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I’ve always had an affinity with children. In fact, I don’t know any other adult who gets on with children better than I do. If someone asks me my age, I tell them that I am 40 years old. Deep down though, I’m really only eight. I’ve always felt eight years old, apart from when I was younger than eight, when I felt my real age. Now, no matter how many birthdays I’ve had, I’ve never really grown up. I’m not Peter Pan and would never want to be. I have the body of a 40-year-old man but in my mind I know the truth: I am eight to those in the know and 40 to those who aren’t. I am a child at heart and always will be.

Apart from being eight, I am also a psychic medium. I help those on the other side to communicate with the loved ones they’ve left behind. Actually, that’s not totally true. I don’t communicate with the spirit world – spirits communicate with me. I’ve also been talking to babies and small children telepathically for a number of years. I know that in some people’s minds this is even stranger than talking to the dead, but in many ways it’s almost exactly the same. The difference is that I only occasionally see the dead, whereas I always see the children I connect with. The dead communicate with me on three levels, as do children: I can hear, see and feel the energy that both dead people and children send me. Sometimes I get a little stressed out, especially if I have a number of dead people or children talking to me at the same time. Luckily, every signal is sent to me on a different frequency so I never get confused, no matter how many babies or ghosts are in the same room! It’s very much like the different stations on a radio. Sometimes these differences are rather subtle but I’ve grown to understand them very well over time.

I love my job and enjoy the work that I do. If someone had told me years ago, when I was running my music shop or making my million in the bar and club world, that I’d be doing what I am now, I’d have told them they were off their head. It’s funny how life turns out in the end, and isn’t it strange how your dreams may stay just dreams if you don’t trust in them enough?

I have many memories of the hopes and dreams that I had as a child and then as a young man. Since then there have been happy and sad times, huge successes and bitter disappointments, friendships I’ve kindled and pals I’ve lost along the way. I realize that I am lucky. I haven’t lost faith and am still enjoying this rollercoaster ride called life.

I’d no idea that babies and toddlers could communicate telepathically with me until I visited a young mum for a private reading in her home. Normally I would ask for there to be no distractions, but she hadn’t been able to find a baby-sitter for her daughter, who was around two-and-a-half years old.

I vividly remember sitting in her flat in Glasgow. There were a couple of spirits there that I’d noticed the minute I entered her home. However, I instantly became aware that her child’s psychic energy was very strong. I could feel her trying to communicate with me in a way I’d never known before. I really wanted to start talking to the spirits who were in the room but she and I immediately connected, and the images she sent to me came thick and fast. Surprisingly, I could easily picture them in my head. These images were also very easy to understand, much easier than the messages I’d sometimes get from the spirit world. I could feel the build-up of this information in the centre of my brain and I just couldn’t hold back the words. I opened up and started telling her mum lots of details about her life.

‘Your daughter’s telling me that she loves Jaffa Cakes. She wants you to get her one from the kitchen.’

‘Yes, she seems to like them. She cries for them all the time,’ said the now bewildered mum. ‘How on earth did you know that?’