It sounds daunting to some, natural to others, and then there are those of us who are perplexed by our intuition. The feelings in my gut never seem to match the dreams in my head nor the pulse of my heart.
My intuition tells me what I need, who to follow, where to go, and yet, it really needs to speak up when I’m caught up in my ego. I like to say I follow my gut, but what I really do is shrink when my gut speaks up.
Does that ever happen to you? One day you’re doing your thing, and someone says or does something to you that feels shitty, or cruel. Then you get validation that this wrongdoing is not okay and that you had better get control of yourself right then and there. That glow comes from your power source, your solar plexus, your third chakra.
This is where your self-esteem sits right where personal power and body energy join forces to illuminate your life. The color is bright yellow, full of charge and force.
Anyone else besides me have a burnt-popcorn-colored third chakra?
My head, heart, and ego have left my power source a dulled yellow and it doesn’t shine to brightly. I let neglect and low self-esteem smear itself all over it. Now when I try to listen, or get that gut punch of a warning, it is dull and I second guess it.
I have been practicing with meditation and visualization. I have tried a few psychic’s tricks to home in on my superpowers and I think it is working. Nearly a dozen times now I have stopped in my tracks to reassess a situation or a feeling in the room.
I cast my ego aside, the section which challenges me to handle it, no matter what it is. I have unveiled my eyes, so my mind gets a clear view. As far as my heart, I have begun leaving it aside until I call for it. These actions all take place in the fraction of a second from when I decide to pause.
I have to look at all this now. I have to pay attention because Spirit has warned me plenty of times. She says, “Why are you not living your fullest?” And she begs, “Why are you dimming your talent, what fear do you have?” She calls me in the middle of the night, proposing new ways to align myself with my highest self. When I refuse her nudges, she whacks me in the solar plexus. Usually.
This time She hit me with breast cancer. No more dancing, lollygagging for tomorrow, because “darling, it is here. Right now. What are you going to do about it now?”
She questions if I will fall deeper into myself or step into a new light? I hear her rooting for the light. I see her spitting on the rag and polishing my solar plexus. She pours a dose of courage into me and tells me to follow my intuition.
And just like that, as if a magical wand were waved around my aura, I can see the light. I can feel the energy around me, I can pause with ease, and She is smiling upon me.
I don’t have time to waste. I don’t have fences to mend, either. The ships that sailed are on distant shores; they don’t belong to me anymore. What I have is here, right before me. It is shining but scary. It is supported but I still question trust.
The only way through the rest of my life is to follow my intuition.