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This is a shout out to intuition.

the third eye never lies.

I know. Really. I understand how hard it is to give props to that quesy, slightly nauseous feeling swirling deep in the pit of your stomach, or the inexplicable shortness of breath and distracted uneasiness that forces you to PAY ATTENTION…TAKE WARNING…RECOGNIZE THAT SOMETHIN JUST AIN’T RIGHT. But, in defense of your own common sense and the universe looking out for your highest good, let me give a shout out to intuition.

Trust it. It is your compass.

Although it can be a nag, the party pooper, the tsunami on your parade, you will fall to your knees and thank it (actually yourself) if you are brave enough to take heed.

I get it. You would rather calmly regard the “facts” presented to you and take them at face value. It is simpler and much easier to explain that you came to your conclusions from tangible evidence. Nobody likes to hear that you just have the sense that shit is off – the beans being counted aren’t adding up — the storyline is missing key content. If you tend to operate in the world like me, for better or worse, with a certain openness towards your fellow human beings, it can be uncomfortable (to say the least) to have to replay all those stories that begin with “what had happened was…”* and know that what had happened probably never did. It can be awkward to have to say no to things just because it doesn’t feel right. It may not make complete sense to you at the time to have to leave an event, situation, job, party, lifestyle or person because you are feeling something and it’s nothing nice.

But, don’t be discouraged. Please.

Intuition also dabbles in the realm of positivity. It tells you when things are aligned, reminds you when you are on the right path, encourages your work when you are at your most desperate moment, shines light on those who are supposed to share in your life.

I am writing this love note to you and your intuition because after a few days of confusion, mine just kicked in with full force. It doesn’t make me feel great right now. But, I’m sure I’ll be kissing her feet later when I recognize the bullet I dodged.

love.

*Please note that all suspect stories don’t always begin this way. However, when replaying conversations in your mind, suspicious story lines always seem to sound like this. So pay attention to the imagined through hindsight “what had happened was…”. They matter, too.