Have you entered the world yet of clear divine guidance? We all have to some degree — whether it's an intuitive nudge or something more profound — but when you have an awareness of it, life becomes fascinating, effortless and easy.
It's the difference between receiving a perfect set of directions for your journey from Chicago to Nashville from a transportation engineer with knowledge of every detour and roadblock and rambling along the highway with a vague notion that Nashville must be east and south of here.
I recently learned from an energy healer I'm working with that one aspect of guidance I've been receiving for years is my Higher Self speaking to me. Before she clarified this, I was unclear whether it was some aspect of me, my intuition, an angel, God, a spirit guide … I really didn't know. By the way, I receive other guidance, too, but the guidance from my Higher Self takes on a particular style.
This particular guidance comes in the form of a phrase through my head, I actually hear it inside my head. It's in my voice, and it always comes in the form of a command: "Do this." "Go here." "Walk there."
It's how I wrote my first song. I was sitting on my sofa and I heard that voice say, "Go to the piano." So I did. The song came pouring out of me in 15 minutes.
It's how I saved $3,000 on a certification program I wanted to take. I could tell you a lot of stories.
This voice is right 100% of the time. I've learned that when she speaks, I don't ask questions. I move.
She often speaks to me when I'm in distress; when I'm bawling my eyes out or completely lost in the fear and misery of my ego.
Here's a recent example:
I was getting on the train to go to the suburbs and visit my best friend. She called me on my mobile and told me that because she had something urgent come up, I would have to wait at the train station for her for an hour. I had just been through a dating situation with a man who constantly left me waiting — sometimes for up to 90 minutes — and I just didn't want to hear one more time, "Something is more important than you." I reacted poorly and copped an attitude. (The reason she gave was absolutely legitimate … I was in the wrong in my response completely.)
Then she told me, "You know what? I don't like your attitude or your tone. I don't want you to come up here today after all."
I got very upset, mostly that I had disappointed her, that I had hurt her or made her feel bad. We've been friends for 15 years. She had triggered an old wound in me, though, and her "banishing me when I acted badly" triggered another. I was pretty much a mess at this point and got off at the next train stop so I could find a train back to the city. I felt alone, abandoned and upset.
By this time, I was sobbing. I looked at the train schedule board and didn't it just figure that the next train wasn't for two more hours? "I just want to go home!" I thought. I didn't much feel like having an emotional outburst like this in the middle of a train station.
I walked to the other side of the tracks, looking for a coffee shop. I had my laptop with me, so I figured I could at least get some work done. Well, once I stopped crying.
I looked right. I looked left. Nothing; just a sea of suburban houses.
I sat down on the bench and let it all out. I dug around in my purse for tissues and finally found some, which were quickly stained with mascara and soaked with tears.
And then I felt it: the first raindrop. "Oh great," I thought. "And now it's going to rain! This day just keeps getting better and better."
I didn't want to have to sit in the rain without an umbrella, and I especially didn't want to wait two freaking hours for a train home. I wanted to be in the comfort of my apartment, on my sofa, watching an old movie, feeling sorry for myself in private.
And then I heard my Higher Self speak to me, loud and clear: "Go look at the train schedule."
"I already did!" I wailed, my sobbing intensifying like a toddler who figures out that someone has noticed they're crying. "There isn't another train for two hours!"
I cried some more as the raindrops got more frequent. My hair frizzed.
"Well, if you won't look at the schedule, at least go to the correct side of the tracks."
I thought about this for a moment. This did make a lot of sense. "Okay," I said (*sniff sniff*). I packed up my shit, dried my tears and crossed the tracks. And two minutes later a train came to take me back to the city. I had read the wrong day's schedule.
Have you learned to decipher the communications from your HIgher Self, the part of you that's directly connected with the spiritual realm? I'd love to hear about your experience below.