Merely a play-on words of
something unexplained…sometimes it Just Is.
Fifteen years ago to this day
Nothing but pen and pad
Ok, calling your bluff
Heard voices all through life
Which to trust?
Sit and meditate
Blue Jays and chippies
Squirrels and wolves
Lesson of what was
What may be
Clearing a thousand voices
Left only one
I am the Way
Tears filling valley below
Go to her
Frozen in tracks
Unknown the asking
You are loved
Tears and prayers
Answered for another
All there is
Present is the Way.
I remember having an inner knowing most of my life, but never really understood it. Then travelling along, gathering other voices, collectively and fearfully doubting what is to be. Until I called Great Mysteries bluff and stepped into the woods with nothing in hand…asking…show me the Way.
When I was a boy, i remember having a special gift for finding things. Never worried about anything being misplaced…a knowing as if it would show up. Like the time I walked 3/4 mile in a snowstorm, stopped, reached into a random side of the sidewalk to find my house keys. The snow was 24 inches deep and no sign of anything falling into the snow…but there they were.
Forgotten for ages, sidetracked if you will, not aware of this inner knowing. Briefly or maybe 15 years had passed. Until a year after this above awakening.
I was 36 years old when I was eating in a restaurant with my children, when I heard a loud voice, “Go to her.” Not knowing what this meant, immediately spotting a woman who for the first time was able to ‘tune in.’ I stood up, walked over to her and said, “I am not sure how to explain this to you but I was asked to come over and give you a hug. I’m also supposed to tell you that You Are Loved.”
The woman immediately wept, declaring she had just prayed for a sign to keep going and there I was sharing a message, answering her prayers. Sometimes I feel like a tool…not like a ‘real tool’ but a tool nevertheless…and I am ok with it.
I began to take note of this particular voice. A week later, a similar voice stated as I was getting in my car to go to work, “Take a gas can.” Laughing, acknowledging with a bit of craziness in thought…Ok. That night after work, while driving home, a car with their flashers was on the side of the road.
Do you need help?
I need gas.
I have an extra gallon in my truck.
With a startled look in her eye, “do you normally carry gas in your truck?”
No, but something said to bring it today.
A week later, similar voice just before leaving for work, “take a tow rope.”
Giggling to self, Ok.
Again after work, while getting into my truck, a vehicle in the ditch caught my eye.
Can I help you?
Not unless you have a tow rope in your vehicle?!
Same exchange of words as to the wonderment of it all.
This continued on, becoming a daily event without the giggles. Well maybe a few giggles, as there are times I am asked to do peculiar things. Like the time I was asked to take a Reiki class, only to sit across from someone and a channel flowed through…”what are you afraid of?!” It was not just a little voice but it was the thunderous voice speaking through, challenging said person to their current situation. This person, while uneasy, sat for a moment and then began to unleash a thousand lifetimes of fear.
Now I just show up,
no questions asked.
What a tool?!
What is this inner voice? Who is it? Does it matter? What matters is that we listen to it. When ignoring this voice, it only gets louder. Eventually the voice and person act as one.
Tuning into this voice, tuning into environment…surroundings and exchanges, conspire in your favor. Smells of sweetness may direct you toward a particular path, sounds of angelic voices calls you closer too, or beautiful picturesque setting draws you in. Whatever the sensory stimulus, there may be a gut releasing message, a voice from within, or hair standing moments as Holy Spirit itself passes through you.
Maybe this is not all intuition or maybe it is a result of? Regardless, there is something for all of us to pay attention to…we need only be present and willing.
There is also the ability to know when people are lying to you. They say one thing, but are feeling a different story being told. How does one trust this feeling? How do we know it is not an ego-based fear of our own we are picking up?