The Word "Clairvoyance" comes from the French and - literally translated - means "Clear Sight". Subjective clairvoyance is relatively common amongst people who don't really consider themselves to have any psychic abilities at all and who very often dismiss what they see in their minds eye as a 'daydream'.
The easiest way to distinguish an episode of subjective clairvoyance from your common or garden daydream is to ask yourself whether or not you had any control over what was running through your mind, whether what you saw was running of it's own accord maybe over and over without any cognisant input from yourself.
A prime example of what may be termed subjective clairvoyance was picked up by Julie, whilst visiting East Anglia recently:
"I'd been away in Cambridgeshire for a couple of days meeting up with the East Anglian branch of the Orb Whisperers. Had a brilliant time, stayed in a pub called "The Old Ferryboat" in Holywell, near St Ives. Fasinating old place, the foundations date back to about 580 AD and it's reputed to be haunted by the ghost of a young girl named Juliet who hanged herself in 1050 as the result of an unrequited love affair. As Juliet was a suicide, she's reputed to be buried within the old inn itself, and her alleged grave marker is a slab of worn slate in the bar. Juliet's ghost is well known in the area people turn up in droves waiting for her to 'walk' every March 17th, the anniversary of her death. This has been going on for years apparently, to the extent that it's nigh on impossible to get into the inn on that night.
I felt however, that aside from the unfortunate Juliet, that there's more to the old inn than just her story.
Earlier on in the day and again last night when I was there I had an odd - but very vivid impression - of what it must have been like in there in the last War. When we were having lunch just after arriving I was looking round and could almost see the old anti-blast tape crosses on the windows and - of all things - a woman with her brown but slightly greying hair curled up on either side of her head and wearing one of those cross over pinny things (tiny flowers on it with a maroon trim) opening the blackout cutrains. Although it was that gorgeous sunny day outside in reality, in my minds eye it was an overcast morning, grey sky and a sense of unease and worry about the bombing in the midlands, especially Coventry. A fleeting thought about a letter arriving, about an ernest but whispered conversation over by the old fireplace, a serious looking barman wiping the glasses behind the bar in the grey light of morning. It's 1942, definately 1942.
Just couldn't get the image out of my head, it was just so removed from the carefree joys of today and from the plate of scampi I was tucking into. Lol! V bizarre! Oddly enough, when I looked at the Guest Book upstairs on the landing, the War years were missing (the guest book dates back to 1927).
It's the kind of place you only have to walk over the threshold and you're back somewhere, sometime! Just felt as though life was still going on there over and above what one could see.
As I said before, I'm not particularly psychic, but I do sometimes get 'impressions' - over active imagination? Maybe!"
'The Old Ferry Boat Inn', Holywell, Cambridgeshire.
Is it still 1942 within?
