Intuition . . . Speaks
What is it?
How do we identify it?
. . . So illusive. So hard to nail down . . .
It seems to emerge from a fluttering, ethereal, nearby type of 6th sense.
Alerting me that something is up . . .
A peripheral glimpse — something from the sidelines . . .
However ephemeral, this intuitive function somehow finds a way into my world from wherever it normally dwells, rumpling its reality up against my own.
Prompting me that something important is near . . .
Someone to meet.
Somewhere to go.
Most of the important events of my Life seem to have found their origins in this other-worldly realm.
Jobs, husband, kids. Moves, upheavals, salvation.
An inner knowing.
A flash of light.
Time seems to freeze. Colors grow bright. Exterior scenes pale. And it speaks to me, deep in my Soul. Right when I need an answer . . .
A piece of music.
A gust of wind.
A celestial alignment.
A cosmic event.
Preparing me. Alerting me. Open up! Listen!
Representing a loved one.
Reassuring me that all is well . . .
The signs are all around me . . . dropping in. Waking me up from a dead sleep — more than once, saving the lives of those I love!
So I’ve learned to listen. Trust. Tune in to the elements surrounding me. Guiding me. Reassuring me . . .
A feeling of elation, or dread.
Intuition speaks. But it’s up to me to listen. Take heed.
Open up and allow the messages to guide me.
Fine-tuning my Life by the synchronicity. The timing — virtually dropping in.
And for this magical momentum, I thank Heavens!!!!
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