Five Things I Wish I’d Known About Being An Intuitive

For the past four days something has felt very off. It started Wednesday night with a ringing in my ears and a whooshing sound that lasted for a few hours. “Ugh, I hate these darn allergies” my inner logical mind posited. “It could be the rain and dampness too”, it further surmised. But even when the rain let up and the barometric pressure stabilized, I still felt imbalanced.

By Thursday, the ringing in my ears was replaced by a pulsating electrical sensation running up and down my spine as if each of my vertebrae were keys on a xylophone. My logical mind reached for a scientific explanation for these sensations, but none were readily available. So I closed my eyes and I listened for that still small voice. My intuition spoke quietly, “Something is wrong. Someone you care about is in trouble and there could be multiple people being impacted.” That was it. That was the all the info I could glean. There are a lot of “someones”. So, I closed my eyes a little longer and sat in a quiet meditative state. I could see smoke, I could see someone lying in bed. It was all very confusing. And the worst part is that listening to my intuition doesn't make the physical sensations go away… that seems to come later when I can confirm what has happened, helped in whatever way I can, and solved “the case”.