Learning to Access the Divine
One of the experiences I had some years ago opened me to really accepting that God talks to us through intuition.
It began on a pretty day, the sun was shining, and I decided to just get in my car and drive. No destination, just GO! I listened to music as I wound down this road and that, when I realized I had left the city I started from and entered the one my uncle lived in.
As I sat at a light, wondering why I had driven so far and why I was in this particular town, I heard a still, small voice say: “Go see your uncle.”
I had gone to see him recently, and though he lived alone, he seemed to be doing very well. I thought back: “I have! I visited him two weeks ago!”
The light changed, I drove on, thinking to head for home, when the voice came again: “Go see your uncle.”
Once again, I resisted it, but it was beginning to bother me that this voice was persisting. I thought of the Sunday School lessons where I’d been taught that the Holy Spirit speaks to us in a “still, small voice.” I was suddenly filled with the realization that this could be exactly what was happening, and with a growing sense of urgency, turned my car toward my uncle’s home.
As I walked toward his front door, I saw that it was ajar, and I began to feel really worried. I called his name. He came to the door. He was stark naked. His eyes seemed glazed over. Horrified, I asked him what the matter was. He did not speak a word. He simply turned around and walked back inside. I noticed it was dark in there; not a light on anywhere.
I stood in the doorway, stunned. I knew something was terribly wrong with him. In my shock I watched him as he walked unsteadily toward his sofa bed in the middle of his living room.
Trying to grasp what was the matter with him, and quell my rising anxiety, I took a couple of steps inside. I watched as he slowly got onto his bed. It had a plastic sheet cover on it, and there was a pool of liquid there in the middle of the bed. My fear that he was in terrible trouble was confirmed when he slid into it as though it weren’t there.
I fought off panic and looked around for a phone, only he didn’t have one. I had to run to a neighboring house to have them call an ambulance.
Once at the hospital, he was diagnosed as having had a stroke. Thankfully, he survived it.
I wondered about this incident for a long time afterward. I had so many questions: Is this how God works through the Holy Spirit? Was I unknowingly guided into my uncle’s city when I thought I was just on a fun outing? Did my uncle “transmit” his thoughts to me in some way? Did Spirit really speak to me, somehow? Was it possible to have steady guidance from Spirit?
In time I got my answer to each question, and it was “yes.”
I began paying attention to that voice, and never resisted it again. I felt guided to explore my intuition further, hoping to help others with it. Clinging to the scripture that says the Holy Spirit will show us things to come, I began reading countless books in my search to develop this gift of Grace. I sought out teachers, practiced meditation, took classes to find tools and ways to strengthen this bond. I discovered that a prayerful mind keeps one in a meditative state and opens us to our direct connection with Spirit.
To this day I see intuition as God speaking to us, and I am grateful each time He does.
I feel this experience, among others, helped open the door for me to become a professional psychic. Empowering others to see what life holds for them and how to best get what they hope to attain gives me great joy. It fills me with happiness knowing that everyone has the ability to access this direct connection to Spirit.