Psychic Rhiannon Paille

If you didn't get enough of me on the home page, I suppose you could read this.

It's honestly just more random ramblings. 

I had my first empathic experience when I was four. 

Nobody is going to get lost if I use the technical terms today I hope. 

Empathic means you feel what another person feels. 

It wasn't half as strong as the nights I cried myself to sleep because my soulmate was 6000 miles away and I could feel him, hear his voice in my head, and the longing was something too much to handle. Physically feeling my heart breaking into pieces. 

But the songs I asked for were always playing on the radio when I woke up. 

Even though our chance meeting on 9/11/97 lasted six hours, we were together until he died. 

I was so mad when terrorists ruined that day. I will always remember it for a completely different reason. 

I met an amazing person that I never saw again.

He had these deep blue eyes that I couldn't take my eyes off.

We met at a waterpark, spent the day together, went on waterslides, in the lazy river, and in the wave pool.

We tried to swim with sharks and I ended up with a mouthful of salt water. 

He picked me up and asked me if he could carry me through the waterfall. I said no, so he sat me on his lap. I put my arm around his shoulders, and then he asked me how much I weighed. *sigh*

I remember writing a list of signs that he truly did love me. At the time I didn't believe in my intuition, my clairvoyance, my telepathy, my empathy, my precognition. 

My precognition really had it in for me. I almost wish I never dreamed of him in the hospital with leukemia. 

I wish that almost as much as I wish I hadn't found out it was true.

I was four years late. 

I cried a lot during my teenage years. I can't say I didn't have good reason. I can say that my family never understood. 

Nobody ever really understood why I reacted to the words they didn't say out loud. 

And I can't say that when I finally figured it out that I enjoyed the seances, the meditations, the past life memories, the attempts at magick, or the psychic experiences. I held onto my doubt like a tether rope to the 'normal' world.

Except, I was born with this. I found that out much later when I researched my ancestry and found a whole slew of viking war lords, norse, swedish, and finnish kings, some giants, and Odin in my blood line. 

It probably would have presented with my mom if she hadn't been born with a disability. Even then, can't lie to the woman that can stop the rain or crashing waves in their tracks. I've seen it, she's sometimes freakier than me. 

Then again, it still rains when I'm sad or upset, and Anne will never forget the time I stopped the storm for her . . . too bad we lost touch after that. 

I had my first channeling experience at sixteen. I don't remember what happened after I allowed the spirit to channel through me, but the aftermath was pretty nasty. 

I remember the first time I saw an aura physically. It was after that channeling experience. The blackness came rolling off him in waves, and they were directed at me. 

I had to sit there in class while this was happening, and then I did something stupid. I made eye contact. 

That was the first time I ever heard a human's complete internal dialogue, and it scared the bejesus out of me. Actually, it later caused me a panic attack because it was a whole slew of negative thoughts of me, and negative fantasies of what I should do to myself. 

I'm trying to be PG about the above, but please allow your mind to wander a bit into the dark side. You want to know what it's like to know someone wants you dead? Believe me, I know.

The spirit was his sister . . . she had died a month prior to the channeling accident. 

I didn't channel again for four years, and when I did, I stuck to living people. 

My clients wonder why I'm not afraid of the dark. Well, I don't mind negativity, I've experienced enough of it in my own life, and learned how to fight it. Now I fight it for my clients. 

In the four years after the panic attack I had some big decisions to make, like where these abilities would truly fit into my life. I couldn't run away, nor could I shut them off, so a balance had to be found.

I moved out of my parents place. It was toxic. 

I met someone that became my mentor, and helped me put together who I am, body, mind, and soul. 

I have a very special soul. I had to accept who I was in order to move forward. 

I made that damned phone call to the UK and found my first love's sister. She confirmed everything, even his death.

It wasn't for months later that I found the diaries I wrote as an adolescent. I was dating someone new, I was trying to live again. 

Life has a funny way of working things out. 

I wrote down the name of my fiancee in my diary when I was sixteen. Of course it said he was my soulmate and I would marry him. 

When we were naming our first daughter, my husband said something that put the puzzle pieces together. He wanted her middle name to be Ilyana. 

Insignificant except that was the name I had used when I met my first love on 9/11/97. 

I studied the theory on walk ins. I really don't think my first love went anywhere at all. 

I studied a lot more, reiki, metaphysics, tarot, astrology, spiritual coaching, druidism, auras, chakras, past lives, mediumship, channeling. 

I also spent a great deal of time with my higher self learning more about me specifically, and what I can do. 

I am a channeler, and a healer, and a prophet, and an empath, and I can astral project. 

I've had OBE's but honestly I prefer Astral Projection. 

People tell me all the time that I speak like the people they are asking about. Which begs the question, would it really matter if they were living or dead? 

I began to teach other people. My intentions were so that those people could do this with less heartache and trouble. I realize that one cannot know joy until they know sorrow, but the least I can do is try. 

I like to write, I have an exceptional gift for it as well. I suppose if I wasn't a psychic I would have ended up as a teacher and a writer, and a druid. Always a druid.

Currently I am putting out my first book, which will no doubt help people avoid the darkness in walking this path. My other projects include a fantasy novel, another technical book on univeral laws, and a funny horror novel. 

I have an innate compassion for my clients. I can't not take them home with me, because I read for them in my home. I think about them, and worry about them, and most of all I just care about them. I want to see their lives be as happy as they can be. 

In a nutshell, I am a celestial soul that's having a human experience. I am a human having a spiritual experience, and I am a girl that can see, feel, hear and experience life in a surreal way. 

Namaste,

Psychic Rhiannon