Several months ago, I did something I had never done before.
It was a sad Friday. The family dog, Killer, had died the night before after being a part of the family for more than ten years and I was fairly certain I had a difficult decision to make in the relationship department. Since it was my day off and I didn’t really feel like staying home to wallow, I packed up some tissues and headed to California’s Shangri-La otherwise known as Ojai.
You might recognize the name of the town as the setting for the Emma Stone comedy Easy A. Yes, it’s a real place and I hadn’t been there since high school. It’s a quaint little town with locally run shops and few chain stores. With my bloodshot eyes carefully hidden behind sunglasses, I wandered the main drag, popping into stores that had artisan crafts and produce picked from nearby farms.
One place I wanted to check out was the Ojai House which I had read about online. I found it down a side street and was attracted to the eclectic vibe and bright colors that decorated the exterior. It was truly one of those we-have-everything places that sold unique items from pot holders to healing crystals.
As I paid for some books (one of which I gave away in the last Wonderland Giveaway) and chatted up the proprietor, I noticed a sign for tarot card readings. I inquired about the readings and was told that the medium, a lovely woman named Kate, was fabulous and truly gifted when it came to channeling spirit guides. Though not quite sure I believed in the idea, I was curious to see what this total stranger would have to say. I’d heard that some people had very good experiences with tarot readings in the past so I figured I’d give it a shot.
In a cozy, little room where we bonded over a shared love of sparkly flip-flops, Kate began my reading asking only for my full name and astrological sign. I had seen enough television exposés about frauds pretending to be psychics so I knew I needed to refrain from volunteering too much information and to keep my face as neutral as possible.
I was blown away by what she told me.
Kate vocalized feelings that I hadn’t shared with anyone as if she could read my mind. She somehow “got me” and I couldn’t have been more grateful. Though I was hoping to hear that Killer was at peace, she never mentioned him, but I can say that some of the things she predicted would come true have and I find it amazing. Of all the things she said to me (which I wrote down as soon as I could find a pen and paper), one stayed with me.
She told me to listen to the little voice inside my head.
Now, before you start thinking that I have voices running nonstop in my brain, let me assure you, I am not schizophrenic and that was definitely not what she meant.
Kate explained that I was a very intuitive person which, I completely understood though I’d never put a name on it. You see, there have been times in my life when I have just known something. When I found out my ex had cheated on me, the name of the girl flashed in my head seconds before I heard it. I have also had dreams that have come true, leading me to call anyone in the event a dream involves someone’s death. Though these situations don’t happen with a frequency that would warrant a reality show, they have happened too often to ignore. So when Kate told me these moments (which I did not share with her) were my spirit guides attempting to give me a message, I chose to listen.
Call it was you will, intuition, psychic ability, gut instinct, or spirit guides, everyone is capable of receiving these messages. The difficult part is learning to accept and listen to them.
How many times have you felt that something just wasn’t right, but you chose to ignore it only to be confronted with the reality that you inherently knew all along? It’s happened to me more than once and after my reading with Kate, I have learned not to ignore these feelings. Sure, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt or see a situation through even if something feels amiss, but I am much more willing to correct the situation sooner rather than later. I don’t know if it’s my spirit guides or the wisdom that comes with experience, but I find that trusting my instincts has yet to steer me in the wrong direction.
And for that I thank the little voice that finally made me listen.