Are You Psychic?: Find the answers you've always been looking for

Are You Psychic?: Find the answers you've always been looking for
Dorothy Chitty

Psychic Dorothy Chitty shares her experiences of the spirit world and gives practical exercises, interwoven with powerful inspirational stories, to show how you can open up to your own intuitive gifts. Tap in to universal wisdom every day to create the life you were destined to lead.Contents:• Dorothy reveals how she developed her psychic abilities, and shares her incredible personal encounters with guides, spirits, earth beings, and beings from other worlds• What really happens when we die? The secrets of life after death, according to the spirits.• Practical exercises that really work, on how anyone can tap into their own gifts of intuition to see the future and attract the right people to you.• Freewill and your destiny – how to contact your guides to help you follow your destined path.• How healing with the spirits is all powerful.• Ways to communicate with animals on a deeper level.• How child spirits can help us recover our childhood memories of the spirit world.• A highly personal and practical book for anybody looking for answers from the spirit world.

DOROTHY CHITTY

ARE YOU

PSYCHIC?

Dedication (#ulink_5529a477-ba2f-5800-86f0-ba969176a869)

I dedicate this book to my husband Michael, my fellow traveller along this path of discovery, whose loving suport has made my personal journey possible.

Contents

Cover (#u720ef903-b59b-58f6-83e6-bafd150009c4)

Title Page (#u283b8cee-95f3-5a77-b4c0-e3eb9169229e)

Dedication (#u614dfc25-8b48-5406-b0ef-dc5b92ac3565)

Foreword (#uef5a7e3c-834a-553e-9d6c-551350fe3ae4)

Chapter 1: Awakening Sensitivity (#uce25921e-49be-527f-b88e-491c47236e2a)

Chapter 2: Meeting Spirit Guides (#uba846c6d-4bd0-56cb-8fc4-a6c7c588b3f2)

Chapter 3: Spirit Readings (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 4: Soul Healing (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5: Past Lives (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6: Talking with Animals (#litres_trial_promo)

Postscript: Where Do You Go from Here? (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Foreword (#ulink_26cea20b-41b0-5446-9d35-ec32f6a875f8)

As a child, ‘God’ was my name for my main spirit guide. He always appeared in a suit of rough, brown cloth and I thought the fact that God wore a brown suit quite normal, really. He held my hand, right through school, and I could see and hear him. When I got older I met new spirit guides, and God didn’t come so often. I now see that God had been a monk – which may have explained why he was so good at helping me with Latin translation.

I had other guides, too, all of whom were my friends. As a child, I never thought that they had lived or died, and never questioned why I would know what may happen to some people in the future, or why someone was ill. Today, I often refer to my guides as ‘my friends’ or ‘Spirit’. I have always accepted them, and the way in which they work with me during a reading. But I would never take it for granted. I am excited about what I do, because my work is about talking to people. We all have the potential to be the best we can be, and through working with Spirit I hope that I help people to find their path in life, to heal the past, to feel the love of those they have lost in this life. You too have spirit guides. In reading this book, you have taken the first step towards meeting them.

I’m an ordinary woman. I don’t intellectualise what I do, but I have extraordinary conversations with the deceased and the living. In part, this book is about my personal voyage of discovery as I have learned to develop and harness my sensitive skills; my dialogue with Spirit. I communicate with my spirit guides every day, and with people in spirit who come to talk to their loved ones. I also talk with those who cannot speak in a way that others can understand, such as babies in the womb, and children with disabilities that prevent them talking. I also speak with animals. If you think this sounds too far-fetched, I would like to tell you that all I need to communicate as a sensitive, or medium, are my senses. Everyone has senses, and the potential for sensitivity.

Developing your sensitivity

You may not see spirits yet, or hear them talk to you, but this doesn’t mean that you are not sensitive. We all have the potential to be receptive to other energies and beings, and learn to communicate with them. Because we are all different, we experience this contact in different ways, but always through the senses – our heart and soul, not our heads. If Spirit want to talk to you, they will do it in a way that you can recognise. Knowing when this is happening takes awareness and practice. How often have you thought, ‘I knew that would happen’, after a particular occurrence? How many times have you been thinking of someone, only to find that the very same person phones, writes, or you both meet unexpectedly? How many times have you had a good – or not so good – feeling about someone, and then discover later that your feelings were justified? These are some of the clues being impressed upon you to let you know that you have more help at hand than you could imagine. This is the sensitive psychic in you, awaiting acknowledgement. When you follow these inner urges, it often means that you are listening to spirit without realising. Using this book will teach you how to understand and utilise your inner knowledge by connecting with your guide – a loved one or a dear friend in Spirit who has come to help you.

In order to begin the process of opening up your innate sensitive ability, you simply need to acknowledge the souls of your departed loved ones, known to you either in this life or in past lives. They come in love, and love only. In order to acknowledge them, all you need to do is say, ‘Welcome, come closer’, and you will get a sense of who they are.

Throughout this book, I have set down the exercises which I use in the sensitivity workshops that I run. These exercises were given to me by my spirit guides, who continue to be my greatest teachers. If followed correctly, together these exercises form a comprehensive blueprint for developing your sensitivity, exploring your chakras and meeting your spirit guides. This will enable you to recognise the spiritual truths that are at the very foundation of your being, so allowing you to access healing for yourself and others. In addition, the way will be open for you to reach into memories of past lives, so providing a deeper understanding of why you behave as you do. Lastly, we explore the rewarding but little known area of communicating with animals and I will teach you techniques which will enable you to develop this skill.

Over many years as a working sensitive, I have read for thousands of clients, and many have chosen to develop their own sensitivity. Some people simply want to make sense of their own experiences while others wish go on to use their sensitivity to help others. I hope that through describing my journey as a sensitive, and my workshop exercises, it will inspire you all to develop the sensitivity with which you were born and help enrich your lives.

Chapter 1 Awakening Sensitivity (#ulink_c5fc9f4a-44fd-5188-a655-219a7be25146)

I was ten years old, and about to be assessed by a psychiatrist. I didn’t know what a psychiatrist was; as far as I understood, I was going to see a doctor. I was there in his office with my parents, at the request of my teachers – I had been in trouble at school.

He asked one question after another, and I answered without worrying too much about what I was saying. I don’t remember any of the questions now. After a while, he turned to my parents and concluded: ‘She’s strongly borderline.’ I had no idea what ‘borderline’ meant. He was simply addressing my parents and dismissing me.

It was then I saw a small boy standing next to the psychiatrist, right by his desk. He was maybe five or six years old. Through my mind he told me that his name was Peter. Peter said, ‘That’s my dad!’ He asked me to tell his dad that he was there.

Allowing Peter to speak through me, I said, ‘I’m Peter, and I’ve come to talk to you.’ The doctor stared down at me. ‘Your little boy Peter’s here, and he wants to talk to you.’

‘No, he’s not,’ he retorted.

‘Yes, I am,’ said the little boy. Then Peter told me how he died – from leukaemia – and that his father had placed a special toy in his coffin. His mother hadn’t known about it. This is exactly what I told his father.

The doctor then started to ask Peter questions through me. We began to have a three-way conversation. This seemed entirely natural at the time, although in retrospect it must have been a very emotional experience for both father and his son.

Afterwards, the doctor spoke to my parents again. ‘There’s nothing wrong with your daughter,’ he concluded. ‘She’s got ESP, and a vivid imagination.’ That’s the first time that I had heard that term and I kept asking my dad, ‘What’s ESP? Is it catching?’ My dad told me that it just meant I was a bit different. Looking back, I can see that the psychiatrist I saw was remarkably enlightened, especially considering the medical profession’s scepticism of ESP in the 1950s. I also feel that because this psychiatrist had lost his son, his trauma allowed him to be sensitive towards me. Nowadays I work with many bereaved parents, and I know that they always want their children to be safe in the spirit world. I remember seeing the psychiatrist’s face when I was channelling his son Peter, and I had a strong feeling that this big man was close to tears. In the event, he didn’t dissolve, but I had a sense that his emotions were very close to the surface.

I now know that Spirit were giving me validation – information so specific to the psychiatrist that he could be in no doubt that the messages were genuine. If Peter hadn’t come into the meeting, I don’t know what would have happened to me. But because I escaped stigma, my world of spirits stayed intact.

My earliest spiritual memories are of my spirit friends, or, as I later realised, my spirit guides. To me, they were ordinary men and women whom I talked with incessantly, just as I would with anyone else in my family. They were with me always, chatting to me at home and in school. These conversations felt so instinctive to me that I accepted their presence completely. I knew that these beings were different from the living people around me, but I assumed that everyone else was able to see and hear their own friends in spirit walking alongside them, just as I did.

In my early years, my best spirit friend – who I called ‘God’ – was my constant companion. I played truant from school with him, nipping off to the park to play on the swings. We’d go to the roundabout, and he would lift me onto it and spin it around with me holding on tightly until I was dizzy with excitement. God’s invisibility didn’t really register until one day we walked past the sweet shop together. He was holding my hand, as he always did, and I wanted to look in the shop window. We turned, and I saw myself, but God wasn’t there. I could feel his hand in mine. I could hear him. I could feel him. I could see him standing next to me if I turned – but he had no reflection! I can still recall the feelings of shock and wonder as I gazed at the glass of the window, not understanding why I couldn’t see God.

At school – a Catholic girls’ school – I was constantly in trouble for talking back to the nuns. If a teacher explained a point of theology to the class, I would invariably contradict her – I couldn’t help but say something. This was principally because I talked to my spirit guides and they taught me about all sorts of things, although I was never given any information to help with my homework or in exams. I wasn’t academically competitive, but I stuck out as being a know-all, which meant that I sometimes felt excluded from the other children – the other girls all thought that I was very opinionated. But, just as my conversations with my spirit friends exposed my difference, so in time they helped me to become accepted by the other girls.

One day, some of my classmates were playing skipping in the playground. I loved skipping and wanted to join in with them, but I knew they didn’t want me to. I hung around, waiting for an opportunity to creep in and take my turn. I saw a chance, ran under the rope and started skipping. The other girls began to taunt me, and then one of them hit me. The game stopped and the others joined in, shouting and thumping me. I fought back as hard as I could and then suddenly I heard my spirit friend God talking to me.

‘It’s not the answer,’ he chided.

‘God, what do you want me to do?’ I asked. All the other girls looked at me and I realised I had been talking out loud. I don’t know if they heard what I had said, but maybe they sensed that something important was happening. God said, ‘Tell them that you would like to play with them their way.’

So I turned to the girls and asked, ‘Can I play with you? Can I play skipping your way?’

Incredibly, the girl leading the game looked at me and reluctantly replied: ‘Yes, all right. You can join us.’

From that moment, they accepted me. They probably thought I was a bit strange, but maybe they also knew that I could be good fun, too. With God by my side, I always felt that I could be brave in moments of adversity, and that I would have the confidence to stand up to people.