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Since early childhood Garnet Clayton has had an extraordinary perception of things beyond the normal senses. However his strictly religious church did not encourage these abilities. So he learned not to talk about his experiences.
After high school Garnet worked in several local machine shops. At the tender age of 18, Garnet seized the opportunity to join the Canadian Armed Forces. He served in the Infantry branch of the services for several months. Following his Infantry basic training in Chatham, Ontario, Canada, he was transferred to Camp Ipperwash in Ontario for advanced training eventually attaining the rank of Sergeant and assuming the responsibility of Weapons Instructor. After several years of military service, Garnet was honourably discharged.
After his military discharge, he enrolled in the Mechanical Engineering program at prestigious McGill in Montreal, Quebec where he enjoyed his many contacts with the educational staff. After graduation, he pursued a career in the construction Industry which gave him opportunities to work in many engineering departments and companies throughout the world starting with the Petro-Chemical industry. Garnet later became a Project Consultant at The University of Western Ontario and then at St. Joseph's Health Care Facility, both in London, Ontario, Canada.
Being the soft-spoken, compassionate, caring, and spiritually oriented individual that he is, Garnet opted to enter the ministry and study at The Salvation Army Theological College in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. As an ordained Protestant Minister, he served as Director of Religious Education at the Regional Hospital in Penetanguishene, Ontario, Canada; the Chaplain at the Oakridges Criminally Insane Institute and became an active member of the Toronto Metropolitan Anti - Suicide Bureau. He then went on to become an instructor of religious education, at Midland High and Public schools. While assigned in Midland, Ontario, he had a weekly radio program on Radio Station CICZ.
These activities and interests focussed him on the area's community needs.
Still serving as Director and Chaplain at Penetanguishene's prison hospital, Garnet's suppressed psychic abilities resurfaced.
To quote Garnet "I became even more highly aware of
the paranormal. I began to see images, hear voices and describe the lives of
those patients, family members and loved ones both living and dead. This
increased sensitivity allowed me greater insight into their personal
problems with a resulting ability to counsel and assist family members who
were greatly distressed".
These paranormal experiences led Garnet into a quest for greater knowledge of "Life after Death", or in other words, the continuance of "Life after the so called Death". He studied Normal and Abnormal Psychology at the Lakeshore Psychiatric Hospital Long Branch, Ontario, Canada, which was taught by a leading Canadian psychiatrist who had been born and raised in China.
Meditation helped Garnet develop his spirituality and psychic abilities. His contact and spiritualism was explored with a Reverend Leivers.
Garnet began to successfully practise clairaudience and clairvoyance and gave public demonstrations and private readings. Many professionals received messages from Garnet: lawyers, medical doctors, social workers, accountants and business people.
Healing, hypnotism, past-life regression, automatic writing and levitation soon followed in his personal voyage of discovery.
"It seemed to me," Garnet explained, "When I read for my clients, I would slip into an altered state of consciousness. My mind would free-wheel, picking up messages from the other side. At those moments I was not aware of my immediate surroundings; my focus was firmly fixed on my client and their needs to the exclusion of everything else."
Since those early days Garnet has travelled widely, visiting over thirty countries and meeting many of the world’s great psychics. He has appeared on many radio and television talk shows, lectured at high schools, universities, colleges, public demonstrations along with countless private appointments.
He also had his own show while he was living in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada called, “The Psychic World of Garnet Clayton”. The program series featured a, "call-in" period where viewers could discuss any paranormal questions with featured guests followed by a psychic reading given by Garnet.
Garnet is the type of man to never force his religion or spiritual side onto anyone although he believes there is something out there for everyone. As a father of six children, grandfather of five, and son of religious parents, he has learned to “live and let live”. However, if someone comes to him for help, he is there to provide guidance.
Garnet is a great admirer of cats having owned many of them over the years. As an avid gardener who loves to work in the earth, he grows plants and flowers from seed many of which he donates to hospital gardens. He often relaxes with another of his loves, stained-glass, beautiful examples of which grace his home.
Another of Garnet's hobbies is flying! Having attained his ultra-light flying license, he adores "seeing our world from another point of view" from an 'ultra-light' plane.
Since his retirement, Garnet has made his home in Port Elgin where he runs his Psychic/Spiritualist business from a private office. Garnet offers his consulting services to everyone interested in the paranormal, to those seeking a greater insight into the unlimited possibilities of the human condition.
Go ahead and give Garnet a call or email him. I know you will find him very easy to talk to and helpful when answering questions. He is a person who puts people at their ease with his relaxed charm, wit and humour. Everyone agrees that a reading with Garnet Clayton is a meaningful and memorable source of inspiration and solace in their lives.
Whether you want to know something of your future or to talk to a loved one that has crossed over... you should let Garnet Clayton be a wonderful part of your psychic/spiritual life journey.
One evening, late March, 1974 I visited a tiny slightly-built almost frail psychic in Guelph, Ontario. Her home was a small typically English cottage with a white picket fence on a short dark street located in what we called the "English Ward". The lady, whose name I have long forgotten although the details of her reading remain imprinted on my mind, gave me a message about four upcoming business trips. She said that I would be travelling to New York, Michigan, Wisconsin, and Indiana within three weeks and the business trips would be successful. During my reading she also informed me that I would be directly involved in the death of a close acquaintance upon my return from the USA. Furthermore I would be going on another business trip to Great Britain within six weeks. We were building an addition to the plant at that time so I thought it very unlikely that this was an evidential reading.
Within three weeks I had returned from the USA with signed contracts in my brief case with every prospect for additional contracts in the future. I had returned to the office on a Friday and was called into the President's office who informed me that the Ministry of Industry and Tourism, International Division of the Ontario Government had offered our company a place in Trade Mission #23 to Great Britain with the object of securing new business for Ontario and I had been selected to represent the Company!
The trade mission was scheduled to leave Toronto International Airport On May 10, 1974.
Monday Morning I arrived at the office earlier than usual to sort out materials for the trip and to re-arrange my schedule. I heard a strange gasping noise coming from my office and, curious to see what was happening, walked over to my office and found my accountant laying across my desk white faced and gasping for breath. At that moment he stopped moving and breathing. I attempted mouth to mouth resuscitation to no avail. I rushed out to the factory where fortunately a shop foreman was sitting at his desk. Together we carried my accountant out to my automobile and rushed him to the hospital where he was pronounced dead-on-arrival. Never since then have I had a reading so evidential and detailed, for everything happened as she said!
I have always been fascinated with the British Isles believing that I had spent many lifetimes there.
The opportunity came for me to visit England in May of 1974 during a Trade Mission sponsored by the Ontario Government and referred to during my March psychic reading. I was keenly anticipating the opportunity to meet with my British Industrialists' counterparts as well as to rub elbows with the great English psychics of the day.
The eagerly anticipated day arrived when our delegation boarded the Air Canada flight to Heathrow Airport. The trip was uneventful with the exception that my excitement would not allow me to rest as I visualised what lay before me. Little did I know of the eventful moments that were to unfold as I visited the ancient castles, Monasteries, Hadrian's Wall, Stonehenge and Ilkley Moor.
Our delegation was met at Heathrow Airport by the staff of the Business Development Branch who bundled us off to a reception at Ontario House(in Rolls Royce Limousines) hosted by Wade Cornell, the Agent General.
Naturally, business came first but after two hectic weeks of dashing from one industrial complex to another and with Trade shows sandwiched in between I managed, at the end of the tour, to spend a week doing the Psychic thing!
My gracious host during this three-week period was Mr. Short, the President and chief operating officer of Shorts Lifts based in Bradford, Yorkshire. Mr. Short lived in a Castle situated on the Yorkshire Hills a short distance from Ilkley Moor. With typical British generosity Mr. Short provided me with magnificent hospitality, as well as a huge bedroom, large enough I imagined, to accommodate four or five king-sized beds. The Short family were, without exception, the most friendly, well travelled and interesting people it has been my pleasure to meet.
Monday, the first day of the third week, arrived. This was the "Big day." Mr. Short had his Rolls Royce brought to the front door and we embarked on a journey of a life time. We were off to Ilkley Moor, not too far away but mysterious as we viewed it in the distance of the misty morning. During the drive to the Moor my senses were heightened with a feeling bordering on apprehension mixed with just a little nervousness.
"I had been here before." I didn't know when but, as we tramped the moor I became aware that a part of me was experiencing and resonating with thoughts that teemed through my mind that in another life time, I had been a soldier, a warrior, and had been left on the field of battle slain in a brutal, onslaught of an invading army. For a flashing moment I could see, as I lay on the blood-soaked battlefield, the bearded face of a huge, fiercely glaring, opponent as he slashed downwards with his bloodied sword. I was weak and trembling and was forced to sit down, much to the concern of my companion who asked if I was not well and did I wish to return to the automobile until I recovered. I could not explain what had overcome me and asked for a few moments to recover myself.
Shortly afterwards we resumed our walk finding pleasure in the rolling vistas of the moor and later enjoyed a delicious fish and chip luncheon in a small chip shop adjoining the moor. We continued our tour of the area and returned to the "castle" where I relaxed in the comfort of my private apartment and contemplated the events of the day. This was followed by a delicious dinner prepared under the direction of Mrs. Short.
Tuesday Mr. Short, knowing that I was interested in Monasteries, suggested that we should visit Fountains Abbey. The name meant little to me as we talked about the forth coming excursion however my interest piqued when he began describing the ancient past of the Monastery. Early that morning we started out on the way to a wonderful, yet unknown at the time, experience which remains with me to this day.
We passed by rolling hills, beautiful valley's, neat farm lands and tidy little cottages until we reached the entrance to the Deer Park. Away in the distance among grazing deer feeding in the large area of grassland and gently blowing trees I could see the remains of what must have been a magnificent Abbey nestled in a beautiful forest setting flanked by the River Skell. The majestic, soaring nave and vast expanse of ruins spoke of a once vital life, now in the distant past, but still awe inspiring.
As My companion and I strolled through the grounds and entered the main portion of the abbey a fellow traveller nearby asked where the High Altar was located. Without thinking I immediately turned to him and said, as I pointed, why it is right over there! I was immediately stuck with the knowledge that this too was a familiar place that I also had lived here in a previous time as a monk. Shortly afterwards, while sitting on a grassy slope, I was carried back in time when I had been a young monk who had earned the disfavour of a harsh and, to me, a stern, cruel and domineering Abbot who removed me from the Monk's dormitory and banished me to the kitchens to scrub the food utensils and perform tasks which were the responsibility of the Lay Brothers. I was reinstated several years later after the death of the Abbot and once again I was allowed my rightful place among my Brethren. I fondly recall finding solace in gardening and landscaping during that difficult period and for the help and support of my immediate superior whom I now consider to be involved in my present life's condition. Brother Thomas has been a tower of strength to me as guide and friend as I face innumerable obstacles on my pathway of this incarnation.
I literally throbbed with nostalgia as I relived the wonderful and exhilarating years of monastic service while under Holy Orders where I lived, worked, served and prayed in this idyllic setting so many years before. The hardships I endured during that time faded away, only the sense of being home, once again, remained.
Hadrian's wall was our next stopping place. The visit to the wall was overpowering as I looked along its length and width and contemplated the hard, dirty labour which went into its construction. In my mind's eye I could visualize stone masons working furiously under strict task masters. I was almost overcome as the shouts of the legionnaires rang in my ears while they urged labourers and stone masons on. My back ached and I could feel the sweat building up as the scene overpowered me.
I was back in the ditch chipping, levelling, laying stone, all the while wishing to be back home doing the work of a mason on my little holding between my friends and family. The thoughts came tumbling through my mind as, once again, I relived the unceasing back breaking toil as we struggled to erect a fortified outpost for the Roman Legion. With difficulty, I threw off the overpoweringly visceral effect of the scene and continued on our way, resting for a short lunch break at Hexham.
Visiting Skipton Castle in North Yorkshire was an eagerly anticipated event. While the name did not have a meaning for me at that time, I was soon to feel the effect of finding my way through the labyrinth of corridors. From the moment I entered the castle every step seemed to be familiar. As I traversed the halls, rooms and battlements, the very core of my being resonated to the dimly felt messages and sensations that swept over me. Once again I stood in a familiar place.
I literally raced from one room to another along the passage ways, down to the dark and dreary basement rooms up the winding stairs to peer over the battlements. I am certain that other visitors thought I was possessed, as indeed I was for again I had arrived at a place familiar to me as is my present home in Canada. I simply could not leave the battlements for it was there that I had spent many days and nights even months and years from my early youth onward as a bowman in training to attain to the exalted rank of an archer, guarding the castle from possible enemy encroachment, straining my ears for the slightest sound of approaching foes in the depths of the ravine below.
Much time has passed since those exhilarating days and live only in my memory. I recall, as a youth in this day and age, that I fashioned Bows and arrows after the fashion of the English Long Bow and indeed felt that I had lived through the 'Battle of Hastings', again as an archer.