Unspoken Loud and Clear

Just as the world tilted forward…

I was magically projected into the past.

I heard my little brother’s voice…

Who I can’t remember when I spoke to last.

My life changed in an instant…

A moment when time was temporarily suspended.

The day I learned I possessed clairvoyant senses.

Time shifted and stood still. Reality forever redefined.

I heard my name loud and clear-- but only in my mind.

I sat at the breakfast nook, listening to my husband vent.

Lost in his own trail of thoughts, he was clueless to where his wife went.

I was transported to a new dimension with an ability that is heaven sent.

My childhood nickname, “Oreo” was whispered unmistakably by my kin.

In a voice and tone he’d use when he wanted my undivided attention.

I had to act normal because I know only the anointed would understand.

So, I froze internally from shock, but I played it cool in front of my man.

The whisper came from within, I heard it-- unspoken, loud and clear.

In a voice so distinct that only my ears could hear.

How can this be?

He’s talking to me telepathically?

What could he need?

Am I hearing things?

No, there was no mistaking this call for help.

He spoke and time stood still, while I scrambled to mask the moment.

I was at the table and also in the void with this clairaudience component.

That was the very first time I heard beyond the realm of spoken word.

The voice from my neighbor’s head was next-- among the most absurd.

We were face to face having a casual chat…

When her inner mind decided to interject.

I heard it unspoken, but loud and clear.

“That’s not my real name,” the voice said.

I immediately asked for clarity.

Not realizing her inner mind had spoken…

She quickly denied the disparity.

I knew then that it was happening again.

I was silly to think it would quit.

Time was moving on two different talk tracks.

One on this earth and one that is beyond it.

Seeing the truth is what I do.

Apparently, with all 5 senses.

I can’t complain… I accept the way destiny is written.

The ringing in my ears is the trill of phone lines from beyond.

If you ever need me, call out to me and I’ll respond.

Not spoken aloud but you’ll hear me from within.

It’s what’s not being said that I embrace.

Call me… and I’ll hold space.

I’ll pick up the land lines we use in this realm.

When you hear my voice, just know I’m here to listen.

Nothing can replace a clairaudient friend.