MaryB and the City

Gut check.

Soothsayer. That’s what Mr. Big calls me. Honestly, I hadn’t heard that name before he branded me with the title. {Prediction: As soon as he reads that insight, he’ll think, “She’s so innocent” ~ then smile}.

It all started a few years ago. Well, even in high school I noticed strange premonitions, but the awareness of being able to communicate with spirits…as well as predict certain outcomes…came to light in my late twenties.

I have never, ever talked about it publicly. Only my closest friends and a few family members know about my private world of divine connections.

There is nothing special about me though…I don’t possess super human powers, or manifest magical witch skills, or even a full-blown psychic ESP. Ok, maybe Mr. Big will disagree since I’ve helped him win wagers on sports’ games more times than I can remember. 

We all have the ability to ‘tune in’ with messages from The Universe {or whatever you want to label ‘it’}; some have a higher frequency than others. Whenever I am spiritually grounded, have a sound mind, and am overall living in a space of grace…is when I am most connected to invisible, intangible energy. On the contrary, when I’m stressed out, have a bad attitude, or am disconnected from my higher, most authentic self…then the incoming channel is disrupted.

This metaphysical dynamic is confusing, and I don’t completely understand it, but I accept the ability whenever it’s presented. It took me quite a while to share the covert capacity with my inner circle ~ my ego worried they’d judge me, or think I am straight-up crazy. But they’ve actually embraced it quite a bit, and some even half-way jokingly want me to give ‘readings’ on command, which makes me laugh…because {in my personal experience} it normally doesn’t work that way.

People use the expression listen to your gut and obviously we’re not literally having dialogue with intestines. In fact, I’m not even on speaking terms with Miss Gut since she’s expanded when I wasn’t looking. I digress. Another popular buzz word is “intuition.” I believe our ability to tap into this interlocution is really spirit guides and angels trying to help direct us. But, you have to be open-minded enough to ‘hear’ it, let alone act and trust it. I happen to be extremely sensitive (literally as well as emotionally) which is probably one of the reasons my receptor levels are high.

The intuition Wikipedia page says that it comes from the Latin word ‘intueri’, which is often roughly translated as meaning ‘to look inside’ or ‘to contemplate.’ Intuition provides us with beliefs that we cannot necessarily justify.

It has served me greatly, sometimes beyond explanation. I have forecasted someone deceiving me behind my back with absolutely no actual evidence or even a rational explanation to have known it was happening. I have ended a romantic relationship because of an innate awareness that something sketchy was taking place. I have taken chances that, on paper, was not perceived as logicial…but I adhered to my inner voice. I have accepted/declined job offers based very heavily on my intuitive consciousness.

I feel extraordinarly connected to, well, basically anything that is living ~ nature, animals, and humans. My acute awareness that we are much greater than physical beings, but actually embody an eternal soul…changes the way I look at the world. The level of deep respect and empathy has put a permanent filter on viewing everything from daily life, to incomprehensible catastrophes. I operate in compassion and forgiveness. Rinse and repeat.

Last year a spirit unexpectedly came through, of all places, at a happy hour gathering. A gal I met for the first time was at the table with our shared acquaintances. She had lost her Mother several years prior. I became fixated on a ring that Sarah was wearing. There was nothing over-the-top about it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her finger. It turned out to be her Mom’s jewelry. Next thing I know her spirit is speaking through me and I’m sharing insights about her daughter. Fast forward to recently, I learned that Sarah was driving without her seatbelt on. She kept ‘hearing’ a voice to buckle it. The nagging was relentless. She finally obeyed and within seconds almost got into an accident because a teenager ran the stop sign. Someone might call that her intuition. I call that her Mother’s protection.

In circumstances when I feel a spirit’s presence, I usually ‘see’ in my mind an object or some kind of symbol which always means something to the person I’m sitting in front of. On a few occasions, I’ve also had a vision given to me of a scene that actually happened. Like my best friend kissing her father’s cheek shortly after he passed away. Apparently no one knows that happened since they were alone and she never shared it with a soul.

One of the first medium-like encounters, which is also personally the most profound experience to date, is when I was walking on a treadmill at the gym and I suddenly felt my maternal Grandfather next to me. {I now know that spirits will try to come through when you’re most relaxed and/or your mind is quiet/zoned out…which for me has been during exercise or relaxed with a cocktail} He told me to tell my sister that she needs to have a mammogram and to keep tabs on her breast health. The sense was just precautionary and it did not feel like a tragic outcome, it was simply: Be aware, be mindful. Come to find out, after awkwardly approaching her with this information, my sister explained she recently had the invasive screening test done and something came back on the results. She was due to return for the follow-up appointment. The mass ended up being benign and thankfully she is fine.

The stories go on and on and on.

My newest adventure is learning about the color of auras. A fabulous and equally hilarious gentleman who I blogged about not long ago, is teaching a weekly class called Color is my Prozac. Ironically {or maybe not} before the seminar even began, for the very first time in my life, I felt a color surrounding a friend. It was orange. The words “orange” repeated in my head at least 10 times and I had absolutely no clue what was going on or what that even meant. She had been talking about her desire to get pregnant and fear that it might not happen due to medical circumstances.

Then it hit me, orange is the color energy surrounding her.

My fingertips started typing on the Blackberry; I Googled Orange Aura. The first sentence in the explanation stated: Relates to reproductive organs and emotions.

I have so much more to learn and feel very grateful for the gift of a ‘third eye’ that helps decipher who to trust, assists in bringing comfort to those who no longer have loved ones in the flesh, and steers my path to live everyday in peace.

We are not human beings on a spiritual journey. We are spiritual beings on a human journey. -Stephen Covey