My Spidey Senses Are Tingling

I am not a super hero.  I don't wear my underwear on the outside and I don't leap off the Empire State building to save falling damsels in distress.  I don't have laser vision that burns through Kryptonite nor do I fly on demand.  I don't re-direct nuclear war heads bound for Earth's destruction into outer space and you can most definitely tell who I am when I wear my glasses.  I can't command the weather and I most certainly can't deflect flying bullets.

I do have my moments though.  I call it my "wha-WHAAA!" moments.  Laura calls it "divine intervention."  She's like a giant Gummy Bear - her cyber hugs always comes perfectly at the right moments and it always feels all sweet and uber squishy.  Silvia calls it "crazy."  She's like my parole officer - if I wander too far she reels me back in.  Steph calls it "weird shit."  She's like my editor - when my stories get too discombobulated she teases out the facts from the emotions.  Chris... well he just stares at me with one raised eyebrow and occasionally pats me on the head for good measure.  I think he's secretly interested but the risk adverse side of him is preparing for the psychiatric evaluation.

I have noticed my wha-WHAAA moments tend to come when I am zoning out.  If I am admiring a raindrop or driving I get "thoughts" that don't feel like mine popping in.  Sometimes I get it during conversations with random people.

A couple months ago a customer that had purchased a sofa from me came in to ask about possibly purchasing a coordinating coffee table.  She didn't look very good so I blurted out my observation - which of course was delivered rather abruptly.  In defense she said she hasn't been sleeping well because her daughter has been having nightmares.  I asked how old her daughter was and she said she was nine.  I thought it was odd that a nine year old was having sleep issues and suddenly, just like that, I opened my mouth, "Did her Grandma just pass away?"  My customer was taken aback and nervously said, "Yes, my mom passed away a couple months ago.  It has been really hard because I'm a single mom and my daughter was really close to her.  She has been sleeping with me because I think she is scared I will be taken away too."  Again, cruise control took over the mouth.  "Oh well your daughter can't sleep because your mom is visiting her and she's so young she can't handle the vision.  Did you ask your mom to hang out?"  My customer is now wide eyed and whispers, "Well I was having a really rough time so I was praying that she stay beside me and help me."  "Okay.  Well she heard your prayers I guess and is sticking by you.  Maybe you should let your mom know she can lovingly watch over you but not make an appearance around your daughter."  My client and I just stared at each other.  She then bravely asks, "Why do you know this?"  Electricity starts shooting through my body and it just dawned on me that my Intuition somehow was able to get a word in edge wise.  "I don't know..."

Just for kicks, I attended Cheryl-Lee Harnish's Practical Intuitive Workshop.  I was curious as to what the sassy and entertaining lady had to offer.  As part of her curriculum she explains the theory behind all the wu-ha-ha and mysticism and walks you through several practical exercises to engage your intuition.  She leads off the day but saying that EVERYONE is born into this world with INTUITION as one of the tools on your survival belt.  Like any skill, with practice you can learn to wield it more expertly than others.  Sounds simple enough right?  This petite woman claims it's like breathing.  A natural process that is so gentle our loud minds tend to over throw it.  Damn... so that's why I can't seem to make it click more consistently.  I knew my brain was trouble.  She takes you through a guided meditation to prime you to receive these gentle messages.  In this first exercise she tries to get you to sense your Spirit or your guiding angels or your team of peeps "upstairs."  The students that bravely shared their experience talk about a warm and loving feeling that made them all nice and tingly.  My experience was far from it.  I am not the type of person to have visions.  I usually just have thoughts pop in and out of my head.  However in this particular incident I did envision a profile of a dark face and then a crow flew out of view.  My body reacted to the dark presence by a heaviness on my chest and my heart races.  My eyes flew open and I am calmed by seeing Laura sitting beside me.  Note to self... try connecting to the warm fuzzy guardian spirits so I can float with the rest of the Care Bears.

Cheryl-Lee gets you to pair up with another student that you have never met before.  I find a sweet woman and we sit back to back as to not see each other.  We get a couple minutes to "feel" each other out energetically and then we write down whatever comes to your mind on a piece of paper.  My partner makes an attempt.  It was pretty feeble but I politely smile because I think it encourages her.  I feel totally silly writing this stuff down but I do it anyways.  I write: blue car, lots of love and caring, and boy.  It turns out her first car was a big blue station wagon and she loved it so much it had a name.  She is a nurse and although she has two daughters who she totally adores she desperately wants a baby boy to complete her family.  I tell her if she tries for a third that will be her little Prince.  She stares at me.  I stare at my piece of paper.  Wow... WTF just happened here?  Electricity starts shooting through me.  She asks for my email address so I can do readings on her.  I tell her, "Ummmm... maybe not yet."

In the second exercise we pair up with another random person.  I pick another woman and in this exercise we hold hands and with our eyes closed we energetically grope each other.  We are suppose to say whatever pops into your head.  Again my partner throws things out and none of it makes sense to me or they seem really generic.  When it was my turn to ramble I had thoughts of a white picket fence, an open space that seemed like a farm, a huge tree, a fluffy white cat, India, elephants, she was surrounded by a whole bunch of different colored skinned children and there was a female that sucked the life out of her.  My eyes pop open and the lady had a giant smile on her face.  She gets really excited and tells me that a couple years ago she was studying in Europe and stayed on this farm that had a white picket fence.  On sunny days she would sit under this giant apple tree for shade and practiced her yoga.  She nostalgically confesses that it was her happy place.  I learn that she is a teacher at an international private school in Victoria.  She had a white fluffy cat that she loved and adored but it died.  Her room mate and her are currently fighting.  She was also trying to decide between going to India or Asia for her next trip.  I tell her she should see India... whatever she is looking for she'll find it there.  She gives me a huge hug and squeals, "Wow you're really good at this!"  I am beyond spooked so I excuse myself to go pee.

My friend Laura goes through the same realization that she really does have a gift.  She freaks out her partner in one exercise by telling him that she sees a young woman with long blonde hair hugging him from behind.  It turns out that she accurately described his girlfriend who passed away from cancer last year.  She would often embrace him from behind.  Ya... I know... that story sent goosebumps up and down and all around my body too.

So I have intuition.  I wear it awkwardly on my belt and I sometimes take a leap of faith which often saves myself and others from further distress.  My thoughts are fragmented but when it's "go time" they are freakily accurate.  I am an energy whore so I can sense when you're in trouble and need a friend.  I have a big mouth that is connected to my cruise control so when I deliver (insert something you really don't want to hear) it's because a higher upper wants you to have the message.  It's my wha-WHAAA power.