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5 Wisdom Cards, Claircognizance, and Learning Obedience and Trust

I am experimenting with my claircognizance.  For now I am only intentionally using it to pick the correct wisdom deck and appropriate cards, but I’d like to expand that to events throughout that day.

I’ve mentioned before that there are 4 clairs, different psychic abilities — at least there are 4 that I’ve heard of.  They are clairsentience, claircognizance, clairvoyance, and clairaudience.  Doreen Virtue tells us that we have the potential for all 4, but there are some that we’ve either developed more or tapped more than others.

I always thought clairsentience was my strongest and the one that I should depend on the most.  I am a very sensitive person and have very strong feelings and emotions.  However, I have found that my feelings can be very misleading.  I sometimes misinterpret my emotions, and this leads to poor decision-making.  So, in the past week I’ve looked into “just knowing” things.  I know I’ve used this almost unconsciously in teaching and coaching, and I’m thrilled at the resonance I’ve found with using it for readings from the angels, Ascended Masters, etc, and my inner self.

#1

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This is the card that began last week’s journey: “The Dreamer.”  It is so beautiful that the last card I’d picked before this for myself was “Dreams” (mentioned in my previous blog post).  Clearly there is a common theme here!  I picked this card in answer to the question: “What guidance do you have for me today?”  Very open-ended, right?  Dreams have been a theme in my life, before I even realized it, and I was thrilled to receive this card.

#2 The second time I drew this past week I asked for guidance on the first card: How can I achieve my dream? Advice on this, please!  And this time, I received this fantastic card:

focused-intention-cardIt makes perfect sense!  Clarity, focused intention.  Keep your attention on your dream, and make it happen!  I have begun to be more intentional in my life in general.  Today in the coaching call with my coach, Jacque, this same thought came up again.

#3 This card threw me off at first:

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The card is “Fertility!”  (I am not planning on having children anytime soon!)  However, I knew there was likely a deeper meaning.  I received this card in response to a question about a piece of my dream.  During my first training as a Life Mastery Consultant I had received a very high (for me!) amount in my head for a yearly salary.  I was so out of vibration with the amount that I began to feel mildly ill, in my mind and even in my body!  I didn’t understand why this amount had come to me, and so I asked about it.  I knew from reading the card’s description (in the deck booklet) that the message was to allow myself the plentitude (abundance!) to create my dream and to live out my purpose.  A scary thought, but a lovely one.

#4 and #5

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These two cards were very painful.  (Sometimes I don’t like to wait!)  I was drawn to 2 different decks and was awed that I received the same message from both decks.  My question was about a new branch of coaching that has not yet come to fruition.  I had been receiving positive signs from the angels about it, but I wanted to check in again to be sure.  The message is clear.  Divine timing is at play here.  Maybe I am not ready.  Maybe the organization is not quite ready.  (or both!) But stick with it, be patient and wait.

I received a similar message this morning when working with my coach.  I wanted to learn more about receiving and why it was sometimes a challenge for me.  She asked me to check in with my inner self, and the answer I got was that it was not time to explore this yet.  This was very frustrating to me!  Tears came to my eyes, and I instantly felt like a petulant child.  How could this not be in my best interest? Wouldn’t this help me be successful?  She then actually used the analogy of a child for me.  I could even see it.  There are things that we — not omniscient and not omnipresent souls, young beings limited by our senses on the physical plane — may not understand yet.  We can do damage to ourselves by messing with things outside their timing, just as children can harm themselves when exploring things that they cannot yet understand.

So, this is the beginning of my obedience, obedience to my inner self.  This week has been a challenging one for me, every day my ego sneaking in and wreaking havoc with my emotions until I realize it was ego all along and surrendering it all once again!  I encourage you to surround yourself with supportive teachers (spirit, people, and also recordings of great people!)  They have encouraged me and straightened me out when I feel “lost”!

Much love, many blessings. ❤

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That Moment When You Realize How Much of You Has Been Ego . . .

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This morning was week 2 of my renewed coaching sessions with Jacque Alderete!  It was another wonderful session again, and I focused on being present and connecting to spirit and my spiritual purpose.

What’s becoming pretty clear to me is that most of who “I am” has been “ego.”  Just today I heard myself thinking: “Oh!  There’s the ego again!  . . . There again! . . . Again!”  The ego is all about identification, too.  Once you “identify” it, this means separating it — “you” — from other things.  So, the ego survives and thrives by separation, disconnection, and competition.

However, there is certainly a value to ego.  If we are here to learn and grow in this schoolroom of Earth, it’s helpful to be able to measure.  As a part of a collective, details can become hazy.  Once we have some separation, we are better able to measure, to analyze, to set goals and dreams and to improve ourselves.  We just must watch that we don’t let the ego get out of control . . .  and it can happen quite easily!

Measurement can lead down the path of judgement.  Suddenly we are questioning if we are ok, if we are “enough.”  We turn this on others as well, deciding if they “measure up.”  The truth is that all of creation can be seen as a gift.  Every moment is an opportunity for learning.  Every creation is “enough.”

Today I had a breakthrough with Jacque in finding my self beyond the ego.  This “self” is deeply rooted in love, is the image of my chest opening up and a glowing red haze-like energy flowing out and loving on all who will receive it.   It’s powerful and beautiful — and after today — not so scary. 🙂

Much love, many blessings. ❤

Think About it Thursday: Competition vs. Creation

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“You must get rid of the thought of competition.  You are to create, not to compete for what is already created.”

–Wallace D. Wattles; The Science of Getting Rich

Creativity vs. competition is an important distinction for Wallace Wattles in The Science of Getting Rich.  He goes on to say: “Riches secured on the competitive plane are never satisfactory and permanent. They are yours today and another’s tomorrow.”

We grow up in a competitive world.  I was recently at an event where the opening ceremony of the Olympics was playing.  As soon as it was the U.S.’s turn to parade past, the chant “USA,”, “USA”, “USA” could be heard throughout the room.  I felt uncomfortable and also felt . . . alone.  But through these glorified games, are we not promoting competition, and therefore  . . .  separateness?  And is not separateness of the ego?  And do we not to this with every sport, in any competition?  And in marketing campaigns?  And sales teams?  And political debates?  In our school systems?  And in our social systems?

How can we create a culture of creation?  Of oneness and connection?  What if the only competition were the competition within ourselves?  What if inventiveness and imagination replaced judgment?

Let’s start at home and within education.  Friendly competition?  No more– how about “friendly creation”!  What about group games and group goals?  Masterminds and accountability partners?  Acceptance and appreciation.

A world where everyone fits in and everyone wins.

What Lies Within Part III by Teri Karl, Illustrated by Christopher Walker

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Evelyn swung back toward the door and began to bang her fists upon it. “Where’s the key? Let me in! Let me in!”

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and slunk away from it in terror.

“Evelyn. . .” A sweet, gentle voice.

Evelyn turned to face an elderly woman with wavy white hair, worn, lined skin, and a warm, loving smile. Though Evelyn didn’t know her, she looked familiar. In fact, she looked like she could be an older version of herself, and yet she was dressed in a lacy gown with an empire waist.

“Do I know you?” Evelyn asked.

“Not from this lifetime,” the woman answered with a twinkle in her eye. “I am your great grandmother Lillian. I’m also your guide.”

“My guide?” Evelyn exclaimed, “Then, please get me into this room!”

Lillian smiled patiently. “I guide you in life, Evelyn, but I cannot guide you through that door.”

“Why not? What is it? What’s in there?” The serenity of this woman was beginning to get on her nerves, guide or not.

Again, the soft smile: “Where you are now, Evelyn?”

Evelyn sighed. “A cave. In a room of creepy mirrors.”

“You are within,” Lillian explained.

“I am what?” Evelyn grew antsy.

“You are within yourself, the level beyond your conscious mind. That is why you can see me now. ”

“Ok. . . And that room?” Evelyn motioned again toward the door.

“That is yet another level,” explained Lillian. “It contains access to the blueprint for your life. It is not time for that yet.”

“That sounds pretty useful!” Evelyn exclaimed.

Lillian smiled. “Some things you must discover on your own.”

“And those people?” Evelyn gestured toward the many faces in the mirrors.

“People?” Lillian asked. She leaned in toward Evelyn and looked her square in the eyes. “Search yourself, dear. You know what the mirrors reveal?”

The answer came to her quickly, and she shuddered. “All of them?” she asked. “Not all of them. Not that one.” She cocked her head toward the monstrous face. “That’s not me,” she whispered.

“Everything of this cave is a part of you, Evelyn,” her Lillian replied. “Even the beast guarding it.”

“You managed to best the creature, and you control it now. But. . .” she warned, “You must never let down your guard. Do not pity it. Do not turn your back. The beast is a wily one and will master you if you let it.”

Evelyn pondered this.

“You have found your way in, Evelyn. And now you are able to return any time you wish.”

“But . . . how do I leave? I can’t go back up all of those steps. . .”

“That is what the beast is for. Command it. It will bring you home.”

“But . . I’ve maimed it. And it can’t see.”

“You are its eyes now. It will follow you.”

Lillian turned and began to walk through the mirrors. Evelyn quickly followed. They reached the opposite edge of the room, and Lillian nodded toward the door.

Evelyn reached for the knob and found this one turning easily in her hand. The long staircase rose up in front of her. She found herself drawing her fingers to her lips and sending out a long, high, whistle call.

Within moments she heard the sounds of rushing air, which she then identified as the flapping of large wings. The dragon moved into sight, getting closer and closer until it landed in front of her, now blocking the rest of the cave from her sight.

She examined its body. Its belly wound had healed. She could see the mark left from the blade, and the surrounding area still looked tender. The eyes looked as if they had hardened into stone and had a lifeless, glassy appearance. Evelyn reached behind her in a momentary bout of fear but found that the door was now locked, and Lillian was nowhere to be found.   There was only one path for her now.

She whistled again to the dragon and it lowered itself to the ground, resting its neck against the cave floor. Evelyn grabbed a hold of its scaly mane and climbed aboard. She leaned forward and placed her hands upon the stony eyes of the dragon. “My eyes are now your eyes,” she said softly. “Now . . . rise!”

In one swift move, the dragon lifted itself from the ground and began the ascent up the stairs. What had taken Evelyn hours was done in minutes, and quickly she found herself at the entrance to the cave. The dragon took her out, into the night – it was evening now – and dropped her off at the top of the cliff, at the edge of the hidden path. She dismounted and then watched as the dragon returned to the entrance of the cave. It stood as a stone-still sentinel, no longer to keep her out, but any other entity that might try to enter. She took the path back to the gravel road, following it up to her house. Quietly, she entered and tiptoed up the stairs. She dropped, exhausted into bed, and fell into a long, deep sleep.

Much love!  Many blessings! ❤

Movie Monday: Walking Your Daily Camino

What if every day was your “Camino”?

Truth Tuesday: Divine Guidance

DivineGuidanceThis is the book I am currently reading to help me receive deeper guidance.  What’s interesting is that I’m still not making a point to really read it and finish it.  When I finally get myself to do it, I really enjoy it!  It’s exactly what I need right now.

The fact that I still have resistance tells me that something else getting in the way of reading this.  It’s most likely my ego.  The ego doesn’t like me to expand.  It employs distraction through telling me either that I have more important things to accomplish or that I’ll never be able to receive/interpret information from the inner levels or that maybe it won’t actually help me, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I’ve noticed that I’m having the same resistance to typing up my vision statement, creating my vision board, and doing spontaneous, fun things.  It is time to put my ego in check!

Here are a few things you can learn from Divine Guidance:

  • The source of divine guidance
  • The 4 clairs: what they are, how you experience them, and which you tend to use most
  • How to distinguish between true and false guidance
  • How to open/clear the channels of guidance
  • Co-creating with God

Much love and many blessings. ❤

Story Saturday/Sunday: What Lies Within Part II

The continuation of What Lies Within by Teri Karl, Illustrated by Christopher Walker

Evelyn was surprised to see a faint glow coming from below. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was even more astounded that a set of steep steps were now visible, swirling downward into the abyss.   She closed her eyes for a moment, took a few deep, and slowly began the descent. It appeared the journey had just begun.

Though Evelyn was fairly athletic, with good balance, she wasn’t thrilled to be walking down a damp stone stairway with limited vision. Soon she began to lose track of the number of steps she had taken and began to grow impatient with the time it was taking. She paused as a momentary bout of panic swept her body.  She took in the darkness and felt the humidity hanging heavily on her skin. “Am I claustrophobic?” she suddenly wondered as her eyes blurred and the cave seemed to contract, tightening around her like a large earthen black casket. She quickly closed her eyes again and took some deep breaths. “No, you’ve never been claustrophobic,” she reminded herself.   She squinted at the light ahead of her; it didn’t seem any closer than when she’d started. “Nevermind,” she told herself, “We’re finishing what we started today.” Re-centered, she continued on.

She focused on her breathing. The steady flow in and out comforted her, and she began to hum to herself. She chuckled at the songs that popped into her head, old melodies her mother used to sing to her when she was a baby, a jingle from one of her first baby toys, the tune from her first jewelry box. Some songs were sweet and old.  She had no idea where they’d come from.  Soon she was lost in a musical reverie, but this was disrupted by the sound of a whisper near her ear.

Where are you going?

She froze. Though it was dark, she could clearly see enough to know there was nothing but steps behind and in front of her. Had she misheard? She continue onward, but the voice returned:

Where are you going?

“This is crazy,” she thought, “Should I answer back to nobody? Or am I speaking with the cave?”

“Leave me alone!” she shouted. And she found the will to move a little faster.

Though she continued to hear the whisper, she didn’t falter, now more determined than ever to reach the bottom. She could feel the quiet fury of whoever or whatever was speaking to her as she quickly moved down the stairs. She felt the rush of wind, as though someone was shoving past her; she thought she caught a flare of green and purple.

And then, just like that, the stairs ended.

Her feet met flat ground, but the momentum propelled her forward, sending her flailing into a door.

A door? In a cave?

Light was streaming out from the cracks of the door frame. Evelyn reached for the doorknob and then hesitated. She turned back to face where she’d come from, gazing up toward the many, many flights of stairs. “I’ll never make it back,” she thought. Shaking her head, she resolutely turned back to face the door. “I can’t think about that now.”

She swung the door open and entered the room. She gasped in surprise at the faces staring back at her.

She was in a room of hanging mirrors. There were thousands of them, facing many different directions. But instead of seeing her own reflection gazing back at her, Evelyn saw thousands upon thousands of other faces. Evelyn began moving through the room, pushing through the mirrors and looking for an exit on the other side. She was disturbed to notice that the faces mimicked her every expression and movement. She abruptly stopped her forward motion and spun in a circle, studying the faces around her. There were faces of every sex, age, race, and nationality. Some were familiar, but most were unknown. She recognized her parents, cousins, friends and coworkers. Some faces were kind, others full of joy and laughter. Some were serious, and others . . . cruel. Many were completely foreign, but there were those who felt incredibly familiar, like she’d really loved them once. And others felt like they were her.

That was all she could take. She started again, running blindly through the maze of mirrors, aiming for the nearest wall and hoping to find another door. Finally, she reached one of the walls — and a door! This door was a gleaming white that radiated with a blinding intensity. She could tell there was an immense and powerful source behind it. She eagerly tried the doorknob, but it was locked. There was a keyhole, but she had no key. She jiggled the door handle in frustration, and as she did so, her skin began to prickle. Someone was watching her, one of the faces in the mirrors.

She steeled herself and ever-so-slowly turned around, then screamed in terror at the face staring back at her. It was her face.  But the face was a corrupted, monstrous version of her own.

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Part III continued next week.

Much love, many blessings! ❤

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