Confessions of a libra

Serath, discernment personified | Credit: Here

08.09.25

My proud proclamations of being a Psychic always receive mixed reactions. We have the people that know me as a more intellectual person. There’s others who know I operate from intuition. For most, they cannot hold the two together. They don’t see the way a balance of logic and intuition makes one whole in their intelligence. If you want to reach your highest potential, work on whichever of those muscles is weaker. That is what I did. Yes, I have been psychic since I was a child, but I suppressed much of my knowing or received it unconsciously. I actively worked on connecting to my intuition, as I recognised that my intellect had taken centre-stage, from late teens to my 20’s. I reached this equilibrium I was aiming for at 26, which coincides with 2 years-worth of rigorous internal work and intentional solitude.

I want to use this piece to describe what my different psychic gifts feel like. Through a mixture of personal anecdotes and multimodal soul observation. By that I mean when I watch reality TV shows, follow politics or celebrity drama – I am tracking patterns and archetypes. For example, I watch Married At First Sight Australia most years. I will find out the Sun Signs of the participants, and utilise their storylines to witness concepts I have absorbed come to life; astrologically, archetypally, somatic cues, while tracking my intuitive downloads and while narrative mapping.

Let’s start with something topical. A lot of people in the Black community will know the name Jaguar Wright. For those who do not, this is an African American woman singer and songwriter, though that is not how I know of her. I have only ever seen her over the years, as the celebrity-adjacent ‘whistleblower’. She likes to talk about her connections to different celebrities, and positions herself to be someone who sees other celebrities for exactly who they are. She was talking about Diddy and his little parties for years. Here’s the thing, I could never finish a Jaguar Wright video. It’s not that I thought everything she said was a lie, it’s that enough of it felt wrong, and the way my gift works – lies sound boring to me.

When I am listening to someone talk, I listen to everything. The tone, the modulation, the cadence, the pauses and exactly where those pauses were. If it’s someone in front of me, then the visual data adds to the translation of what someone is saying. Know that if I am talking to you, I am not listening to your words exactly as they are, I internally translate what you mean every time. Even if in the moment, my brain can’t translate – my 12th house placements makes me better at recall. I can dissect it when I am safe and alone, and it unveils itself as though willingly.

When I listen to politics or spiritual content, my discernment is how I choose which messages are correct. My body over time has learned to respond more viscerally to lies, the more open I became to listening to it. So, I can listen to what I believe to be indoctrination, and I will literally flinch and click to the next video. It happens very quickly because I let the innate reaction come through and move with intention. When I listen to someone who is performative, it can absolutely bore me to death so I’ll divert their attention, or make myself unavailable. When I hear truth, my nervous system won’t jolt. It might hum in recognition, grow warm, or if it’s a truth that’s really resonant – it can turn me on.

Where my clairvoyance is concerned, I did suppress this part of myself for many years but it’s back in full force. My ex-best friend was being spiritually mentored for the last 3-4 years. We were long-distance but I never saw this mentor in photos. I believe in retrospect, that was by design. When this ex-friend was feeling slightly disillusioned by the mentor, she offered to show me the image. She hinted that she thought I could corroborate if there was something wrong with her mentor energetically, if I looked at her. This is why I now believe her delaying me seeing photos was on purpose, because somewhere deep down she knew what she was doing by engaging with this person – and she knew I wouldn’t hold her hand if I saw anything.

She pulls up a photo of this woman, standing at a till. I immediately told her to, ‘turn that shit off’ and told her I didn’t like what I was seeing. First thing I noticed as soon as my eyes landed is, my system flinched. I felt a full body, full ancestral level disgust. The longer I stared (though it was merely seconds), the more I noticed a dark cloud around her face. The longer it went, the more a creeping sense of dread and discomfort rose in my system. If she hadn’t locked her phone, or removed that photo from me, I would have closed my eyes.

I’ve worked around someone recently with a similar dark cloud around her face. Spirit tells me that the cloud shows; someone’ whose spiritual field is congested, someone with unacknowledged guilt, projected negativity mirrored back (if they projected onto me, but it didn’t stick), presence of a parasite and unprocessed (negative) emotion. The mentor, we had figured out by then was working with a dark, more powerful entity and feeding it. She was syphoning anyone she mentored and keeping them spiritually dependent. It was part of what broke the bond between me and his ex-bestie, because I used to trust her discernment – until this moment.

Seeing the so-called mentor, made me realise at some point in our sisterhood – we veered in different directions. I was digging deeper into the self, into my magick and into sovereignty. She was relying on a love and light Witch, who didn’t challenge her as a person which made her feel powerful. We were not the same. A common way my clairvoyance shows up is showing someone’s actual inner child. Staying within the family, I met this bestie’s father a year ago for the first time.

One of the days, I was braiding his wife’s hair when he approached to peak at the ritual. When I turned to look at him, it wasn’t a boomer I was looking at. It was his toddler self, looking at me wide-eyes, tongue out (not at me, but the way toddlers just have their tongues lolling out of their mouths) being curious. There was a cheekiness to his energy, like I caught him doing something naughty. I suddenly felt, that I was looking at a very young soul. A lot younger than my own. I wondered if part of his curiosity lied in, my lack of deference towards him. He was a man who knew how to command, and how to control every compartmentalised aspect of his life.

A public figure my intuition says is misunderstood is Meghan Markle. As such, I am excited for the day I do her birthchart, as I will be nothing less than honest. A visceral reaction I did have to the royal family in more recent years, is surrounding the disappearance of Kate. If you remember, Kate was last seen in December 2023, then there was so much weirdness coming from Buckingham Palace. There was the photoshopped family photos wherein Kate had to apologise. She did so by framing herself as an amateur photographer, who may have confused us accidentally. Well, when she started showing up again with Will, or even when I have looked her up recently now, my system rejects something about Kate’s current expression. In a different way than when I watch videos from pre-December 2023.

This is not to give you any ideas about conspiracies, this is stating some examples of how visceral my body reacts. I am tuned to what I believe to be the frequency of truth. When you lie to me, even if you’re trying to show off, I’ll know because internally I feel like a deflated balloon. Like you built me up, then served NOTHING. One last one. I can decode people from things like a laugh, a sigh or a moan. My housemate sighs and I read a dissertation in the sigh. I let her come to me if she wants to, but I won’t insert myself pre-emptively. One time in the last couple of months, I was at work and heard two people laugh across the room and the first thing I thought is – they are not enjoying each other’s company. That was a social obligation laugh, rooted in proximity and laced with slight disdain.

I have learnt over the years that excitement and arousal to me are deeply intertwined. If I like you and we’re not in a professional environment, you hear my passion in comments like; ‘that turned me on‘ and ‘I could come just looking at that’. Eyes are the window to the soul, so when you smile at me and it doesn’t reach your eyes – I immediately distrust you. Visceral disgust is a sign of misalignment. This level of disgust is something I can’t mask. If someone puts on a song that’s misaligned, I might sound rude telling them to ‘turn that shit off’. When I am psychically in tune sound can be very triggering, so if you put the music too loud I might use a sharp tone asking you to turn it down.

Visceral rage means even if I don’t yet understand logically, a line has been crossed. I might react before I fully can articulate where it’s coming from. I can feel excitement a lot in my spine. That kind of excitement is one of my favourite sensations. To learn how to read your own internal compass, it does take some alone time. For me walking is an activity that I find spiritually fulfilling. So is meditation, yoga, journalling and hobbying alone. It is in silence, that you can read the subtle cues that always exist. The longer you do it, the better you get.

At the stage of my evolution that I am now, I can isolate what things I have eaten or been in contact with, that don’t agree with me. For example, I just tried some new medication (pastilles), and my system was wired, instead of calm and at peace. I will never get that medication again, because I know what I need the medication for. I want to feel centred and present, not wiry and loopy. My best advice with anything you want to work on, is be willing to treat yourself like an experiment. Be willing to be patient for the results and be willing to change tactics when something is no longer feeding you. To all the neurodiverse, sensitive and psychic baddies out in these streets – you aren’t crazy for feeling more. That’s the crux of your magick. Asé.