Charmaine  Gray - 

 Clairvoyant  Medium

Information is Power. Forewarned is Forearmed

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The Life Of A Clairvoyant

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How was I to know that man was a gift I couldn't keep.

Posted on 27 February, 2016 at 18:05 Comments comments (0)


At the tender age of nineteen I met Jimmy, the man who was to become the greatest love of my life. Ruggedly handsome, in trained physical condition, exciting, romantic, playful and full of life, one blessed with great depth of feeling. However, there was another side to Jimmy, he was one of serious mind, highly volatile, and totally unpredictable. Jimmy walked tall, a man among men, he was loved, respected, and admired by many, yet feared and despised in various circles. He loved with a passion and hated with a-vengeance. The eldest son, of a brutally sadistic man, Jimmy stood the product of the generation before him. With the passage of time, Jimmy developed a desperate need to be held safe and secure in the arms of total and absolute love, his possessive nature became obsessive, there-by satisfying my own personal need to be loved and desired.The birth of our child in 1980, was nothing short of a miracle. Before our eyes, a beautiful baby girl, the product of our love, born upon her father’s birthday, three individuals became as one.


In the year 1985, I was forewarned of a multiple fatality by road that was to claim the lives of three men, my husband Jimmy, and two others unknown to myself. Forewarned Is forearmed, information is Power. At some point in time Jimmy’s actions had warranted forgiveness for the sins of the past, a reprieve had been granted, a stay of execution. I held within my grasp, the power to change Jimmy’s fate. I allowed emotion, fear and denial to overshadowed my judgment. Concerned that Jimmy’s reaction to a prediction of this magnitude may create the very incident that I had hoped to avoid, I sought direction from both my Mother and my best friend Debby, the verdict was unanimous in favour of concealing the prediction, BIG MISTAKE ! Oblivious to the spiritual level of intervention, Jimmy continued his journey through life, unaware of the oncoming disaster that lay in waiting.

      On the evening of February 13TH 1986, I became both physically and mentally overcome by the overwhelming forewarning of danger, I ran to my mothers room in tears “Mum, it’s Jimmy! There’s something seriously wrong, I know it! I can feel it! He’s dead!” My Mother did her best to console me, however the expression on her face, revealed that she too feared the worst. Mum knew when I had a feeling that strong, you could guarantee it will come to pass. Within a matter of minutes my heart-rate slowed immensely, as an incredible feeling of peace fell over my entire body, accompanied by a silent message affirming that Jimmy would soon be by my side, and so he was, in spiritual form, for at that precise moment, Jimmy met with his death in a horrific road accident that claimed the lives of three men.

      On the morning of February 14th 1986, two police officers drove both my sister Vicky and I to the morgue. The male officer leading the way into the viewing room suddenly turned in horror, he then made an attempt to prepare me for, or discourage me from the viewing. Jimmy had sustained massive head injuries, as a result death came instantaneously. Nothing could prepare me for the sight that I was about to behold, nor the heartache that followed. As the initial shock subsided, before his body and soul I stood, my hands pressed up against the window pane. Just for a moment, I toyed with the illusion that perhaps the body belonged to that of another, of similar characteristics, heartless? No! human. To but hold him in my arms, to cradle his head against my breast, rock him gently, back and forth, tell him everything will be alright, tell him I love him, and make it all go away.

“To My Great Pain And Sorrow, Neither A River Of Tears, Nor A Mountain Of Prayers, Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time.”



A man of strength and determination, in possession of a love that would not die, Jimmy reached out to me from beyond, mere death could not sever the bond that unites our souls. February 17th 1986. 6:30am: In the silence of my room, the muffled cry of hopelessness could be heard to cease, as Jimmy made his presence known. As he held his hand out-stretched, awaiting my hand in his, an overwhelming emotion transpired, only to be enhanced by the Clairaudient plea: "COME WITH ME.” Driven by a tremendous desire to join my love on the other side, whilst held in torment on this, the physical plane, by duty, love and devotion for our five year old daughter Serena. Incapable of making the journey with Serena by my side, and unwilling to pass over without her, I became torn between the spirit world and the earthly plane. Utterly exasperated by the totally irreversible action, I cursed the Lord unmercifully. I begged to question why, why the Lord should destroy such a love. To take the very center of my being, to rip me apart, and leave me to suffer mercilessly. With the passage of time, blinded by an escalated anger that inappropriately extended to the one that I love with all of my heart and soul. I cried with rage: “JIMMY, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? HOW COULD YOU GO AND LEAVE WITHOUT ME? I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, NEVER!”

“Those Of Broken Hearts Lay Stripped Of Rational Thought, Hence The Foolish, Irrational Behavior, Insensitive To The Feelings Of Others.”


March 1986: I engaged the services of a professional Clairvoyant. Margaret Dent delivered an accurate account of the immediate state of affairs. Tears filled my eyes as this virtual stranger revealed Jimmy’s inner most thoughts and feelings. In the following message Margaret disclosed significantly more than a statement of fact. And I quote: "WITH THIS PERSON, THIS PASSING, THE SHOCK RIGHT AT THE PASSING WAS MORE FELT BY HIM, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? THAT HE HADN’T EXPECTED IT. NOW IT SEEMS TO BE PRETTY IMPORTANT TO GET THIS MESSAGE THROUGH TO YOU, THAT IT WAS A SHOCK TO HIM.” And my heart stood to attention. To some degree I owe the survival of the ordeal to Margaret who inspired inner strength and courage by the granting of her support in my hour of need. As opposed to those of little faith and considerably less insight.




Contemplating Suicide

Posted on 22 June, 2014 at 4:05 Comments comments (2)

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You Could Say “Life’s A Bitch And Then You’re Dead.” Or ,

You Could Come To The Realization That Life Is What You Make It.


The majority, not the minority of the population will at some point during their lifetime, contemplate suicide. To a clairvoyant, a medium, such as myself, life comes as no surprise. The general public however, are not quite so open minded, consequently personal information of this nature is concealed, for fear of being labelled mentally- unbalanced by society, the ignorant, team players who blindly follow like sheep, submissive to peer pressure, while simultaneously suppressing their true thoughts and desires. Suicidal tendencies are a reaction based desire to permanently escape reality, heartache, rejection, the loss of a family member or loved one, poverty, disease, bullying, to mention but a few contributing factors. “It’s all too much, I can’t take anymore.” Sound familiar? A popular Myth “I’ll just go to sleep and never wake up, and all of my troubles will be over.” Well, I am here to tell you that the After-Life does exist. Death by suicide is not a means to an end, yes, the physical body is discarded, consequently physical pain and suffering are eliminated, however, the spiritual body, the memory and the love live on, therefore unresolved issues remain exactly that, unresolved, until such time as the living seek spirit communication via a Medium. The decision to commit the act of suicide is not made without some considerable thought. And while it is fascinating to know the benefits of Life-After-Death, It is essential that you know the pitfalls. Information is power, it may very well mean the difference between heavenly bliss and emotional entrapment: Eternal isolation in unfamiliar territory with no visible means of escape. While the destination for each individual spiritual-being may vary, the emotional toll remains the same. The spirit is plagued by extreme mental anguish, driven to the point of distraction by insurmountable fear, preventing the natural progression into the kingdom of heaven.

      In the day, many had been kept on the edge of their seat by the century old tales depicting a headless male spirit who paced the English castle corridors, holding his head under his arm. This scenario also comes under the category of emotional entrapment. The uniform procedure applies: Release the fear and pray, “My spiritual guides help me, show me the way to the kingdom of heaven.” or alternatively wait, hope, and pray that you are discovered by a medium who will perform rescue-work to release your spirit from the unfortunate predicament.



Rescue-work is a blessing in disguise, an alarm bell to a spiritual saviour. Heavenly guidance from the darkness to the light, a release button to the trapped, a life boat to the drowning, the answer to many prayers.

      As a Medium, one who serves as an intermediary between the living and the dead, I have developed a gift in the art of performing Rescue-Work, the results are extraordinary. Initially, a spirit of family ties is summoned to the rescue. The ideal theme song “I need a hero.” By Bonny Tyler. In the rare event that a loved one fails to attend, a request for assistance from a heavenly spiritual guide is never denied. In the wink of an eye, the spirit is released from the chains that bind, metaphorically speaking. Together the two ascend to the kingdom of Heaven. To save but one soul from entrapment is to prevent an eternity of misery.

Prevention is better than cure.



The three individual cases that I am about to disclose are the exception to the rule.


Michelle’s reading came to a temporary standstill as my attention was involuntarily drawn to a distraught soul in desperate need of a saviour. The spirit in question was related to Nicole, who had accompanied Michelle. Three weeks prior to the reading Nicole’s uncle Tony had lost his battle with cancer. He was in his early thirties. This case was unique In that the soul failed to evacuate the body after physical death. Tony’s spirit remained in the coffin imprisoned within his own dead decaying body. Distraught, in an obvious state of shock, Tony trembled uncontrollably, periodically his fear and anxiety spiralled out of control, his head, torso, arms and legs began jerking in a frantic manner. The moaning sent chills running through my spine. Tony drifted in and out of consciousness, and was frequently disorientated. So you could imagine my surprise when Tony’s eyes suddenly fixed upon mine. The crisis had escalated into a high risk category. The gradual pace in which my spiritual body was being inadvertently drawn towards the coffin, accelerated rapidly in a deliberate attempt at spiritual possession, self-preservation, a response that I had not anticipated. This was the act of a desperate man. I could nil afford to hesitate, as a precautionary measure, I withdrew immediately, mentally prepared myself, then returned to perform rescue work. A spiritual family member was summoned to release Tony from the eternal emotional bondage, to provide guidance from the darkness to the light. Tony’s sister descended from the heavenly plane, she knelt by his side, leant over his body and cradled his head in her arms, the intense emotion interchanged between the two was nothing short of incredible. Together they ascended to the kingdom of heaven.

      The following day I was contacted by Tony’s wife Debby, an appointment was scheduled for the coming week. On the day of the reading I contacted Tony on the Heavenly plane, he had returned to his attractive former self. We all have issues to deal with and Tony was no exception. Harbouring resentment over the past, Tony aired his grievances relating to his wife, who in turn defended her actions. I remarked “Tony is telling me that you were at his bedside asking him to sign the will ?” “Yes, yes” cried Debby “I had to, because we were separated, and his sister was going to get everything.” “What Tony needed, was for you to declare your undying love.” It was obvious that Tony loved Debby, and that Debby still loved Tony. Spirit communication had given both Tony and Debby the opportunity to air their differences, and to express a love that had not only survived separation by death, it had become empowered. Apart from survival evidence, spirit communication provides the perfect opportunity to resolve unresolved issues, the powerful combination generates a healing effect upon the grieving heart.



As a direct result of my work with the police force, I was introduced to a very distinguished, silver haired, senior officer of police. The sergeant expressed the desire to locate his brother Ben, who had been killed during the course of his journey to work. A photograph was not available, however, I went in pursuit of spiritual contact. Initially the news was unfavourable, fortunately the tables were about to turn. As if by miracle, a chance encounter had been the saving grace for Ben. Ben’s spiritual body had become emotionally trapped in an extremely unpleasant situation. His body floated endlessly in the sea, his head bobbing up and down with the motion of the waves, as his arms floated gracefully in-tune with the water. Ben was overcome with an unbearable sea sickness, he required assistance. Alone Ben’s spirit was emotionally incapable of escaping the sea. The sergeants reaction to the information was a little disconcerting, he sat straight faced, an officers trait perhaps. As if to gather his thoughts, the officer lowered his eyes momentarily, adjusted the paperwork upon the desk before him, then raised his eyes to meet mine, he replied “You know what you’re seeing don’t you Charmaine, my brother loved the water, after his passing we scattered his ashes in the sea. ”Ben’s Spirit Required And Received Rescue Work.



At thirty two years of age, Jenny made a conscious decision to take her own life. She left behind both her husband John and young son Liam. Time and time again Jenny’s spirit had attempted to contact John, obviously with an element of success. Haunted by Jenny’s memory, plagued by survival evidence, John had all but convinced himself that he was going out of his mind. In need of closure, he took measures to segregate Jenny from the home and family that she had left behind. When all attempts had failed, John arrived on my door-step. I entered into a trance state to assess the situation concerned, and immediately located John’s wife Jenny. She was noticeably traumatized, standing in an upright position, in a dark isolated space, with zero visibility. In response to her husband’s request, Jenny replied in a confused, hurt, almost frantic manner, “Go where!” She raised both hands, palms up and looked around herself as if to say: There is nothing but darkness, I cannot see the way in which to go. Rescue-work was required and received. Jenny’s brother happily descended from the heavenly plane to claim his sister, spiritually united, the pair entered into the kingdom of heaven.




• Seek guidance from a professional clairvoyant medium, spiritual advisor, life coach.

• Read the information enclosed within my book to ensure an accurate insight into the after-life, both the positive and the negative.

• Get a copy of the movie “It’s a wonderful life.” Starring James Stewart and Donna Reed. Produced and directed by Frank Capra.

• Be inspired by the inspirational speaker Les Brown. I personally found his You-Tube video “Getting unstuck ” amazing. Les Brown is a man with great depth of feeling, his life experience will put life into perspective, in no uncertain terms.

The survival kit has altered the lives of many an otherwise suicidal individual.




Destiny, I never promised you a rose garden.

Posted on 22 June, 2014 at 4:00 Comments comments (0)

Mary was a young, blonde, European beauty, confident and popular. She sat anxiously awaiting news of an exciting future, a scenario I could not deliver. Mary’s future was no bed of roses, her life was pre-destined to come to a sudden end. Her death via motor vehicle accident would eventuate as a direct result of her speeding. “ I see a motor vehicle accident around you. You have a small white car don’t you ?.” “ Yes ” Mary replied. “ You speed, I can see you weaving in and out of the traffic.” “ Yes, I do ” said Mary. In an effort to save this young girls life, and to prevent unnecessary heartache and suffering to the injured passengers, and their family, I felt I had to be brutally blunt. “ In this vehicle accident you will die instantly, but there are at least four other people in your car, to die is to live, to be left maimed, indescribable. I tell you this, not to frighten you, but to prevent the oncoming disaster, forewarned is forearmed, your life is in your hands, stop the speeding.” Diverting the life-path to an alternate route alters destiny, ones predetermined future. The option to alter one’s destiny is passed down from a higher source. It was obvious that the warning had had a huge impact upon Mary, within seconds I envisioned Mary’s new life-path, the new route eliminated the accident, safeguarding the future for Mary’s friends. However, it would not save Mary’s life, the incident was replaced with another unfortunate event and yet another, that would claim her young life, it was Mary’s time. I revealed my fears for her future and said “ Mary, all I can say to you is, in everything you do, be careful.”


My Guardian Angel

Posted on 21 June, 2014 at 0:40 Comments comments (0)

Sunday, 14th June 2009: I had two absent-healing sessions scheduled for the evening. At 9:30 pm I had completed the first absent-healing upon Stefan, a work associate. Within a matter of seconds after I had commenced the second absent-healing upon Peter, Stefan’s Father, I was honored by a visitation from my Guardian Angel, a treasured moment in time that will remain eternally etched in my memory. Her lovely image appeared within my mind’s- eye. Short blonde wavy hair crowned her beautiful face, she was elegantly attired in a white sleeveless dress, neatly jagged at the hem, and yes, she had wings, the wings were not extended. Without my knowledge, the Angel had monitored my movements throughout my entire lifetime. On this evening for the very first time the Angel revealed both herself and the role that she had played in my life regarding matters as significant as life and death. Several scenarios were replayed, several crucial moments in time were transformed from the negative to the positive.
“Who do you think saved you when you almost drowned as a child?” Asked the Angel. She then revealed the image of a child caught in a rip, struggling fiercely to break free from the vicious sea. When all hope had gone and the child had given up the fight for life, the Angel reached down into the water and raised the young girl to the surface of a calm sea. It was nothing short of a miracle. That was my first brush with death.
Spiritual guides are as the name implies, guides who assist you in your everyday life, they are either a family member, loved one, or an unknown spirit who has chosen to guide you.
Your Guardian Angel on the other hand, will be present in life or death situations to bring you though the crucial period.

The Stranger

Posted on 21 June, 2014 at 0:25 Comments comments (0)

I was 12 years old when Grandfather past. Granddad's death marked the beginning of spirit communication, transmitted and received via Claircognizance : Clear knowing, a metaphysical sense by which one knows something to be absolute. The initial purpose of communication had been structured so as to aid in the protection of my younger sister Vicky. At fourteen I received a warning of great importance : It was in the back streets of Erskinville, Vicky was barely ten when she was confronted with the very real likelihood of being abducted by a total stranger, who no doubt had previously monitored her movements. While the demented creature awaited his prey, the unsuspecting child, emerged from the safety of the home, “ LIKE A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER. ” Had it not been for Spiritual intervention, this child would never have reached womanhood. Meanwhile as I rested comfortably stretched out upon the lounge, virtually glued to the regular afternoon serial, the persistent “ WARNING OF DANGER ” literally forced me to take the precautionary action to alter that which threatened to befall. My presence within the open doorway of our home, went entirely unnoticed, as I cast a watchful eye over Vicky, who proceeded to cross the road to the grocery store, that had for many years, been run and owned by Mr. & Mrs. Blake, a frail and gentle couple in their late seventies. At this stage, Vicky was unaware of the stranger, who with evil intent, so blatantly pursued her, or of the shadow that traced his steps. Unable to see above the accumulation of goods, that cluttered the tiny shop, Vicky lent against the counter, and standing upon the tip of her toes, delivered to Mrs. Blake her order. It was at this point in time that the stranger, he to whom I am reluctant to call a man, entered the store. He crept along the counter, until he stood uncomfortably close to Vicky, Vicky reacted quickly to the sense of danger by shifting position, only to be pursued time and time again. Greatly distressed by his sinister game, I moved into the shop with great haste, moved Vicky to one side and stood between her and the stranger, the strangers eyes portrayed that of a crazed animal, revealing a fixed mental state, devoid of a sense of reality, he barely acknowledged my presence, or that of Mrs. Blake who inquired : “CAN I HELP YOU SIR ?” The steps taken to segregate Vicky from the element of danger, drew the stranger out into the street like a magnet. As Vicky entered into the security of our home, the mounting tension subsided, I paused momentarily, anxiously looking back over my shoulder to ascertain the strangers whereabouts. In his absence, my eyes surveyed the surrounding area, Immediately to my right the stranger stood, upon his hips in a brazen manner he placed his tightly clenched fists, obviously infuriated that on this particular occasion unforeseen circumstances had prevented that which may have otherwise proved to be an uncomplicated abduction, consequently I became the focus of intimidation, the strangers eyes pierced the very center of my soul, projecting the stifling threat of return, creating a lingering sense of vulnerability. Fortunately the stranger never darkened our doorstep again. Unfortunately he and others like him are a constant threat to our children’s safety.