It’s been an incredibly busy couple of weeks, so I’m a little late with this week’s gratitude challenge post (or last week’s post, rather). I’ve had to change my direction on the home front a little, and it’s sapped more energy than I imagined.
Last Saturday was quite interesting.
I moved to my current neighbourhood last October, and joined all the local community groups on Facebook I could find. A great way to keep up to date on local trades and events. A couple of weeks ago, a lady posted an invitation to a psychic workshop. Small group only, open up your intuition, throat chakra healing, and some practical hands on stuff.
I am not that big a cynic when it comes to this stuff (ok, maybe a little). But I am very wary of people who purport to be psychic and do medium type work. More often than not, there is a large financial benefit gained from the facilitator, who may or may not be ‘psychic’ to whatever degree, and I wonder how much practical help the seeker is given. As a student of yoga, I have read many warnings about the lower astral realm and the dangers of an unsteady person playing with fire, so to speak.
But something compelled me to go to this workshop, so I went.
I don’t know if the throat chakra healing was very effective, and I will not go out and buy a bunch of crystals in order to increase my prosperity any time soon. But after doing a couple of simple and safe exercises on opening up intuition, I am now almost convinced that everyone is capable of intuitively reading someone when the mind is set on doing so.
For one exercise, I was matched up with a kind, softly spoken elderly lady. We took each others hands and, as per the exercise, closed our eyes and quietly sat for a moment, trying to pick up what images, feelings, colours or words came to mind. Quick as a flash, I pictured beautiful rolling green hills and a feeling of peace. When I told her what I saw, she said she was excited because she was going to Scotland for a holiday soon.
In another exercise, we put a photo of ourselves in a sealed envelope, and these were given out to the group so that everyone had an envelope with someone else’s photo in it. We were given a few minutes to focus on the envelope and write down whatever came to mind about the person in it.
One of the participants read her list: dark hair, the colour red, 21, 70, Gemini.
I thought, this could be me in that envelope. I am not a Gemini, but I do have twins.
She rattled a few other generic things off, and then at the very end said: ‘Sanskrit’. She said she wasn’t sure why she wrote it, because she wasn’t even sure what Sanskrit was, really, but out of all the other things she’d written down it came to her quite strongly.
I couldn’t help but interject and tell her that it had better be my photo in that envelope, because it was too much of a coincidence otherwise. She opened the envelope, and there was my photo.
I sat there with my mouth open and asked her, ‘How did you do that?’ I didn’t know anyone in the group, and no one knew who the other participants were. There aren’t really that many people who are interested in the things I’m interested in.
It really makes me think that we humans are capable of so much more than we thought possible. Perhaps if we applied our intuition in a more useful sense, we could live happier and more fulfilling lives in this world.