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My Intuitive Story {I wasn't always able to harness my intuition...}

I wasn't always able to harness my intuition...

About ten years ago I felt a call stirring from deep within.  A desire like no other.

"Listen to your intuition," a voice told me.

Yet I didn't know where to begin.  It felt confused and lost.  How could I listen to something I couldn't hear?  How could I see the unseen?  How could I connect to this part of me that felt so ... out there?  I wanted to give up, time and time again...but then the call kept getting louder and louder until I couldn't ignore it any longer.

You see, I believe I was born intuitive.  In fact, we all were.  I had my first intuitive moments before I could remember them.  My mother told me stories of how I saw faeries in the flowers...without ever being told that faeries existed (I called them "little people).  She told me of the time that a window pane almost slammed down on my hand, but I moved my hand out of the way seconds before the window came crashing down.  There was the time she drove me by a university, and I asked what it was.  She told me it was a school.  I told her I was going to go there with utmost certainty.  Without remembering (and without her telling me until after my decision -- she didn't want it to influence me), that's where I ended up studying for my degree.  The list goes on...

But then, around age 12, I had this month-long string of dreams where a small part of each of the dreams came true.  Silly little things, like who would be absent at school or what someone would say in a conversation.  But it freaked me out.  I had no idea what was happening.  I had nobody to guide me.  I was told that it was against my religion to be psychic. 

So I prayed away my intuition.

Every night, I'd pray not to have any more dreams that came true.  And I didn't. 

Around ten years later, I sat in my new apartment in my new town one rainy day and made a decision.  It was inevitable.  I needed to connect with my intuition.  I needed to begin this journey back to my Intuitive Self.

I believed my Intuitive Self was always there...she was just waiting for me.

I had to wake her up.  I had to build her trust again. I had to listen, hard.  I had to re-form my relationship with her.  I had to reach out to her, to ask her advice, to act on it, and to believe it.  I had to make that connection in a conscious way.

But how? 

I asked my Intuitive Self to show me the way.  I began to keep a journal and would make up little "quests" for myself to do each day.  I made time for my Intuitive Self, and through lots and lots of practice, I began to confidently know that I could connect with her at any time.

With time, I could hear my Intuitive Self, loud and clear.

& now, I still make time for my Intuitive Self.  I still nurture her.  I still have "quests" that I go on with her daily so that I can understand her more and more.

There's no limit to how intuitive you can be.

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