Archive for June, 2010

While most of us have heard of the aura, that energy field generated by our spirits and surrounding our bodies, most of us are blissfully unaware of it in our daily activities. Some people are able to sense it, some can see the colors that comprise it, some can feel it, but most of us do not have these abilities. After reading this post, you, too, can convince yourself of the existence of your aura and that of anyone else who is willing to play. Before we get to the “how to do” part, allow me to give you a background on my discovery of this technique.

A few years ago, I visited friends in Connecticut. As usual when I am present, the conversation turned to otherworldly matters. I found to my delight that one of the guests was adept at aura sensing. Immediately interested, I encouraged him to proceed. He had another guest stand with her back to him, eyes open or closed, according to her preference. She needed only to be comfortable and relaxed. Once she was in place, he walked to the farthest point in the room from her to begin. He put his hands up to his chest, fingers open and relaxed, as if he were pushing something away from him. Then he began to walk slowly toward the waiting guest. Slowly, quietly, he walked, with all of us wondering what this was leading up to. He walked up so close that he was almost touching her back before she indicated awareness of his presence. Surprised, he commented that she must be having some stress that resulted in her drawing her aura into herself. She looked startled, as if he had discovered some secret, then noncommittally agreed with him.

Mightily intrigued, I volunteered to be the next subject. Standing with my back to the man, I wondered whether I would feel anything and what, indeed, I would feel, assuming that I felt anything at all. I closed my eyes and relaxed, not really thinking, just being open to what might occur. For some time, I felt nothing. Then, suddenly, I began to rock back and forth on my feet as if they were rounded on the bottom. Indeed, I rocked so strenuously that I thought I would tip over. Opening my eyes and quickly glancing behind me, I saw that the man was very far away—a good ten feet from me! He, too, was astonished that my aura extended so far out from my body. Many people have said that they feel much energy from me, so I presume that they, too, are feeling this huge aura, which, if it has a ten-foot radius, will have a twenty-foot diameter. With such tangible proof of such a large aura, it is difficult for me to convince people that I am a shrinking violet. ­čÖé That very enjoyable evening ended and, sadly, has never been repeated, but I remembered the intriguing experiment with sensing the aura.

With the fullness of time, just last week, I, myself, tried the experiment of feeling the edges of auras. A diverse collection of coworkers was in the break room, having supper. Somehow, the subject turned to prophetic dreams and somewhere in the discussion, I related my experience with sensing the aura. People looked a little surprised, but open, so, acting on a sudden flash of intuition, I offered to try this experiment on anyone who would be interested to feel her aura. One person was too afraid, with reasons she could not articulate. Two others were willing.

The first subject stood at the window with her back to me, her eyes closed. I walked to the farthest reaches of the room, turned toward her, put my hands up to my chest, closed my eyes, and began to walk toward her. For some time, I felt nothing. Then, suddenly, my hands encountered an elastic bubble. At that exact instant, the subject turned toward me, agitated, and said that it felt as if I were intruding on her space. Her face was flushed, and she was in distress. Everyone gasped at this apparent validation of my finding the boundary of her aura, which was approximately three feet from her body.

The second subject was now eager to participate. She, too, stood at the window with her back to me, closed her eyes, and nervously laughed, wondering whether she would feel anything. Again, I walked as far away from her as the dimensions of the room allowed, put my hands in front of my chest, closed my eyes, and began walking slowly toward her. Very quickly, she, too, turned to face me with some concern, saying that she felt as if I were pushing her. At that instant, I again encountered the elastic balloon-bubble feeling; indeed, I could push on the edges, making it contract and then expand again. She found this rather uncomfortable, so I stopped. We were all impressed that we could, indeed, feel the aura, I most of all, since I had never done this before.

This little parlor game, while seemingly innocent, helps us understand that we are truly energy beings, whose energy fields (auras) can be felt by nearly anyone. No intuitive capabilities need be evident. If you can put your hands up to your chest, you can impinge on an aura. Once you feel that elastic bubble, you will understand through experience that a larger world truly exists. How exciting!

Dear and cherished readers, I would like to share the following profoundly moving experience with you, an experience that has left me shaken for many reasons. First of all, it absolutely affirms the correctness of trusting intuition. It affirms the correctness of trusting the pictures, feelings, and urges sent by Angels. And most importantly of all for me, it completely affirms my latest mission, which is to dream as big and as outrageously as I possibly can, blazing a trail for all of you to follow. While the experience involves only a slim, silver bracelet, it has profoundly affected my outlook on belief, even faith as small as a grain of mustard.

Several years ago, one of my sisters had quite unexpectedly presented me with a silver chain bracelet, approximately 1/4 inch wide, very thin, lightweight, with a diagonal, mesh pattern that catches the light in a most appealing manner. The malleable texture of the weave is such that the bracelet lies more like cloth than like metal. While I had worn this bracelet from time to time in the past, I had treated it like an interesting piece of jewelry, but with no other special significance.

In the middle of April, 2010, I began reading Napoleon Hill’s excellent book, Think and Grow Rich, and had decided on two definite purposes for my life, each one more unbelievable than the last. This thin little silver bracelet became a symbol for my expectation of success with the most unbelievable of my two unbelievable definite purposes. I had been wearing this little bracelet constantly on my right wrist for about six weeks, when someone pointed out to me that the clasp has a prong for a charm. Amazingly, although I had had this bracelet for numerous years, I had never noticed that prong on which a charm could be placed.

Looking speculatively at that empty prong, I decided that the bracelet needed a heart charm, in keeping with the significance of the particular definite purpose which the bracelet represents for me. This heart charm could not be just any old heart charm: it needed to be a “puff” heart, that is, one that was not flat, but had some depth. In addition, the charm needed to be small enough not to overwhelm the delicacy of the little silver bracelet. On hearing my requirements, many of my jewelry-wearing friends recommended shopping on Ebay, that fertile ground for the unusual.

Finding the perfect puff heart on Ebay at the perfect price was the work of a moment, and, quickly, a little silver puff heart found its home on the prong of my silver bracelet. Happily I wore that combination. When my resolve to believe unbelievable things faltered, I looked at my bracelet and willed myself to believe in the impossible.

Time came and went and time found me on Friday, June 25, 2010, at 2:00 a.m. busily polishing my nails, the silver bracelet with the sweet little puff heart on my right wrist. On Friday, 6/25/2010, in the early afternoon as I finished the ironing, the silver bracelet with the little puff heart was gone. Pffffttt. Vanished. Into extremely thin air. I was in total shock. I became numb. I could not believe my eyes. Where in the world could it have gone? Was this a message from my Angels that despite two months of unremitting effort, I was not to continue attempting to manifest the definite purpose dearest to me? I was frantic. This bracelet had become much, much more than a trinket around my wrist. For me, this bracelet stood both as a reminder to dream big and that big dreams can truly come true, if one can truly believe in them. Now, this symbol of my greatest hope and dream was undeniably, inexplicably, and perhaps irretrievably gone.

In panicked shock, I back-tracked, retracing my steps in my frantic efforts to find my bracelet. I picked through dirty laundry, shaking out sheets and soiled clothing. I looked in the trash cans. I carefully searched rugs. I looked under the wilted flowers that I had thrown out onto the garden as mulch. I was prepared to comb through wastebaskets, recycled papers, whatever it took to find that bracelet. Of course, it could have gone down the toilet or one of the sinks, in which case, it would be gone forever. I tried not to dwell on that horrific scenario.

Totally panicking, I hollered at my Angels, scolding them roundly for toying with me and taking away from me an important symbol of the powers available to me from their realm. I told them in no uncertain terms to bring back that bracelet and to bring it back now. I told them that if they brought it back, I would take this as a sign to re-double my efforts in truly believing that my most unbelievable and dearest definite purpose would truly come to me. I thought to myself that I would give my Angels a week to come up with the goods. If the bracelet had not turned up by then, I would take this to mean that I should give up on my most unbelievable dream.

Quickly, I chided myself. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my Angels did not need a solid week to find that bracelet. If it was findable, they could bring it to me immediately. Abandoning my panic mode, I took my own good advice and thanked them for returning my bracelet to me. On the drive to work, I pictured the bracelet on my wrist, in as much detail as I could muster: the shiny silver metal, the draping effect created by the style of the links, the precious little puff heart that symbolized my love, all glinting comfortingly on my now naked wrist. For the rest of the day and evening, I was remarkable calm and spent spare time picturing the little bracelet safe and sound, at home on my wrist.

Arriving home that night, and in a calmer mood, I opened my mind in an attempt to discover mentally where my bracelet might have gone. I was reasonably certain that it had been on my wrist when going to bed, therefore, it must have slipped off during the night. Continuing my logical reasoning, the clasp would have stayed firm unless it had caught on something. In a flash, intuition caught hold as my inner eyes saw the bedspread. But it was late, it was dark, and I was too emotionally overwrought to search for the bracelet at that precise moment, so, again bravely thanking my Angels for returning my bracelet, I lay down to sleep.

Saturday, June 26th, dawned hazy and hot. I peeled myself off the sheets to greet the day. Calm now, again my inner eyes visualized the bedspread, which had fallen to the floor and lay parallel to the bed. Almost in a trance, I sat down on the little corner bench at the head of the bed. Dreamily, my eyes began a scan of the bedspread, beginning at the head of the bed. At approximately three-quarters of the way along the bedspread, toward the foot of the bed, there, on the floor just under the bed was my little silver bracelet, intact, with little puff heart attached! It had not been there on Friday, because I had searched thoroughly all under that bed. I was speechless. Less than twenty-four hours from the time my bracelet had vanished, it was again in my possession! Even more than having this bracelet returned to me by those foxy Angels, was the implication that I had my Angels’ blessing, nay, encouragement to continue in earnest my belief in my most unbelievable definite purpose.

This last realization hit me so profoundly that I had to sit down and just be with it, attempting to allow the implications to sink into my psyche. Now, there was no longer any excuse to talk myself out of this definite purpose or to pretend that I am unworthy of it, or to chide myself for my foolish delusions. My Angels had returned my bracelet to me, an act which if accomplished, I had vowed to interpret as a sign of the correctness of my path. My task now is to trust them, trust me, trust my sacred intuition, take logic totally out of the picture, and to make room in my life for the fulfillment of my dearest desire.

Trust your intuition, dear readers. Practice trusting it each and every day and reap even greater rewards than did I.

As your Angels have been telling you all along, all of us come into this world with our intuition intact. Through shame, blame, guilt, and monstrous misunderstanding, most of us lose touch with our intuition and/or mistrust it. Imagine, this most sacred part of each and every one of us, this unimaginably sacred part of us, is set up to ridicule and punishment. That shows us how upside-down is this crazy world. Not to worry, your Angels have you under their wing and will lead you back to yourself, with a teensy bit of cooperation from you.

Today your Angels ask you to focus on a most important aspect of regaining faith and trust in your intuition; PRACTICE! Methods of practicing are many; some are enumerated below:

With your mindfulness and being totally present here and now, follow the simple suggestions that you receive from non-logical sources. For example, with the sun shining, you may get a strong urge to take your umbrella with you. Your logical mind will rebel. Take your umbrella anyway. Remember, we are trying to quiet your logical mind—the part that gets it wrong all the time—and are awakening your intuitive mind—the part that gets it right all the time.

When you get an urge to follow, do it. Call that person who pops into your mind; take that alternate route to the grocery store; buy those mushrooms that want to come home with you, even if you think that you don’t need them.

Keep talking to your Angels and notice how many ways they do as you ask. Focus on the here and now to observe just how many of your requests are filled and how quickly.

Keep listening to your Angels and then do as they suggest. They see from a much larger perspective than we do, so their suggestions are much more valuable than those we can think up.

Seek out people of like mind, who are also awakening their intuitions so that you can practice together.

These few suggestions for practicing in trusting your intuition will go a long way toward your goal. Happy practicing!

In the last post, “reclaiming your intuition, part 1”, (June 21, 2010), your Angels instructed you to begin reclamation with a specific first step, that of developing your spirituality. To accomplish this development, they re-introduced the Recipe for Happiness (May 7, 2010), which begins with only one minute per day (60 seconds) devoted to the silence. Starting on this practice and continuing it faithfully each and every day will work untold miracles in your life, in addition to reconnecting you with your sacred intuition.

Since all of us have within us this sacred intuition, but which may have become dormant through distrust and/or lack of use, how, indeed, can we regain our trust in it? Once again, clipboard in hand, so to speak, your Angels have come up with a 5-point plan for you to aid in developing your intuition.

1. Mindfulness. Be totally present with your thoughts here and now. Notice your thoughts. Notice which ones come from you (most of these will be self-damning, self-critical, critical of others, judgmental, scolding, harsh). Notice those thoughts that seem to be unlike your usual judgmental thoughts: thoughts that seem to come from another source; thoughts that seem to “drift” into your mind; thoughts that seem to be accompanied by a “flash” of light, or those that come all in an instant, appearing in your mind in complete pictures.
2. Feelings. Notice times when you seem to feel a “push” to contact someone, to go somewhere, to do something. Notice when or if you are drawn in a particular direction. Notice those days when you cannot seem to be able to get out of the house, when you seem to be delayed only to have the telephone ring with some extraordinarily good news that you would have missed, had you succeeded in leaving the house on your first impulse.
3. Talk to your Angels. Hold conversations with them. Let them know where you are, where you desire to be, and ask for their assistance. Expect a reply, that is, seek with expectation (post June 5, 2010).
4. Listen to your Angels. Stop telling them what you want and listen to what they have to tell you. They just might have a better idea, which you would embrace wholeheartedly if you could let go of the death-grip you have on your personal desires.
5. Pay attention to your dreams. Through attention and mindfulness, establish which dreams you can disregard and which dreams are giving you information (see also post “dreams and guidance”, May 5, 2010). Keep a dream diary, especially of those dreams that you consider to be giving you significant information. Refer to this diary from time to time to see whether your intuition or interpretation about a particular dream was correct.

Developing your spirituality and following the 5-point guide above will get you started in trusting your intuition and thus reclaiming your sacred identity. The final post in trusting your intuition will focus on the most important point of all: practice.

All of us come into this world with intuition, also known as “gut feelings”, “ESP”, “sixth sense”. This sense is normal and natural to us, keeping us in touch with our Source, the place from whence we came and to whence we will go after we shed our physical covering. Despite the completely natural nature of this sense, over time, and with careful education through shame, blame, ridicule, fear, and superstition, most of us either lose this wonderful, innate connection with our Source or become fearful and distrustful of it. While this usual course of events is sad and wasteful, it is understandable if we consider this physical plane as the playground of the Ego, a misperception that has its own agenda (see Reading, “A Course in Miracles”). However, the Ego is an illusion, while our intuition is not and we would do well to return to our roots. This post gives specific, practical instructions in claiming our own talents and gifts, those precious blessings with which we are endowed and, even more than that, are our birthright. This means that not only do these gifts belong to us, but they are us. We can deny what we are, but what is the point of that? Let us claim our birthright and walk tall as children of Heaven.

The first step in reclaiming our intuition, which is really our identity, is to develop our spirituality. This development has nothing to do with the shoulds/don’ts/bads that we might have learned in church. We need give nothing up; we need not pretend to be holy; we need make no sacrifices. To develop our spirituality, we begin with the Recipe for Happiness (see also post, May 7, 2010):

1. Every day, sit, in a quiet spot where you will not be disturbed, for exactly one minute, 60 seconds, no more, no less.
2. Keep your back straight, hands on your knees, palms up (to receive Heaven’s blessings).
3. Empty your mind of all thought and sit in the silence; do not follow your thoughts.
4. Do this faithfully every day until 60 seconds begins to seem like a short time. Then, you are ready to sit for two minutes. When two minutes becomes a short time, move to three minutes, and so on, to a maximum of twenty minutes.
5. Take your time, there is no rush. Do not move ahead until you are ready. Drop back, if you have moved too soon.
6. Remember, take your time. There is no rush. This is the place and now is the time.
The next post will address trust: how to regain our trust in our own sacred intuition. Happy practicing!