TRUSTING INTUITION

I am learning to approach life as a listening exercise. It is my continuing practice to "tune in" to all that is in and around me, just receiving. I want to honor the intelligence of the present moment, and lean less and less on the "logic" of the thinking and planning "me" that has held tyranny over my existence for lifetime upon lifetime.
Now I am here.
This morning brought an incident that confirmed so beautifully the wisdom in trusting instinct over logic.
Here's how it went.
I found myself at the gas station, as I have been planning to do this for a while since returning from a lengthy drive. Knowing my car as I do, I also knew that my oil would be low after my trip and had been planning to get both gas and oil in one efficient Phillips 66 swoop.
The morning was gorgeous. The temperature perfect and the sun shining. There was almost no one else at the station.
I got the pump going and sat back in my car, thinking about the oil. I needed to go inside the station to get it. Hmmm....
I didn't feel like it. I couldn't exactly explain it. "Tuning in" as I do, sometimes I will not go inside a gas station if I get any inkling of not feeling safe. This was sort of like that, and yet there were no other cars pulled up at the gas station so logic was not giving me any support.
"I should just go in," I told myself. "It's the perfect time to just go buy a can of oil."
I went to get out of my car and felt a subtle but noticeable resistance. I didn't feel like going.
"Okay. I am willing to honor my feeling." I thought to myself. "My car will probably be alright if I get oil sometime later."
I just sat in my car, trying to stay out of my head and just enjoy the experience of the present moment. I surrendered to just watching the numbers flip on the pump.
As I watched the gallon count nearing where I knew the capacity of my tank to be, I heard a new sound. It was the sound of gas pouring on the ground. I jumped out of my car and pulled the nozzle from my tank which was continuing to spout gas even though the tank was full.
Gas was everywhere.
I was finally able to manually shut the gas off and went into the gas station to let them know about the faulty nozzle. I felt fire in my blood but managed to remain kind and calm with the clerk behind the counter.
Driving away I had a realization. Had I not followed my instinct to stay in the car, as illogical as it seemed, I surely would have been inside the gas station when the tank reached full. Who knows how long the gas would have been spouting all over my car and the ground beneath my car.
Wow.
Not always do incidents such as this make sense to my mind so quickly in the aftermath, but it was great to have a good confirmation.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE!!!!

Predictions: George Clooney and Italian Girlfriend

Everyday Oracles - far from ordinary!

Photo by Greg Backlund

"Symbols are oracular forms - mysterious patterns creating vortices in the substances of the invisible world. They are centers of a mighty force, figures pregnant with an awful power, which, when properly fashioned, loose fiery whirlwinds upon the earth."

- Manly P. Hall, Lectures on Ancient Philosophy, p. 356.

So my question to you, dear reader, is what symbols or "oracular forms" are making their way into your world???

DREAMING, ALWAYS DREAMING

Last night I was dreaming. I dreamed I was petting my cat and having a nice visit with the darling I adore so dearly. Then I realized, my cat has passed away - struck by a car just two weeks ago. That I know for certain. I remember burying her in the back yard, her darling little ears filling with dirt as we filled the grave.
But this feels so real!!! The smell of her beautiful fur, the way she stretches out when I pet her. Could this really be a dream? It must be, I reason with myself. As perfect as it all is - indeed, indiscernible from waking reality - the fact remains that my cat has passed away and here she is, coddling my senses in 3-D.
Now I have an opportunity. I KNOW I am dreaming....... ahhhh.... Thank you, Kitty. Suddenly alive in this playground of imagination I pose the question to myself - NOW WHAT????

All possibilities exist here. I can walk into the future, into the past, simply by my wish. "As you say, so it shall be" can be experienced here.

I make a wish. After all, it's my dream, right? But alas, I can feel the resistance of the dream even as I am stating my command. No, this particular wish will not be realized in this dream.

Now I have the question: Why am I able to manifest some of my desires and not others? Could this be the same thing that happens in life? Why are some of my wishes realized and others not?

We are complex creatures, not a unified presence. We have many desires, many interests, and a wide palette of dreams. Some are in alignment, some not - some are a part of our conscious awareness, others prefer to stay submerged in the subconscious. Certain desires require certain amounts of personal power or unification of power in order to manifest. Becoming a successful rock star, for example, requires more personal power than producing a bowl of ice cream. And for some, becoming a rock star is a far simpler task than becoming an accountant.

So again, I return to my dream. Now I have a plan for the next time I find myself awake within this alternate reality, so ripe for experimentation. It helps to have a plan.

HEALING

I AWAKE.
VAULTS AND MORE VAULTS
CORRIDORS AND AN ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS
SECRETS HELD
HEAVY DOORS AND ONE SKELETON KEY.

AND NOW THE RANCID, MUSTY INHALANTS
LONG HELD IN DARK SPACES
PENETRATE MY LUNGS
AND I PARTAKE OF THE POISON.
DUST COVERED CURSES.

I WRETCH AND I SCREAM ALOUD
I WEEP AND I STRIKE OUT
AT PHANTOMS AND FLASHING REFLECTIONS.

TONGUES, COLD AND HARD,
TURN STEAMY AND AGILE
AT THE SOUND OF WHISPERED INCANTATIONS:
ALL THE NUANCES HELD WITHIN ONE TIME-STOPPING BELCH
OF VENOMOUS VAPOR.

THE DEAD CANNOT HIDE
THEIR STORIES
ANYMORE.

- ANA CORTEZ ©

Boost your INTUITION

Passing of Oracle Artist C.J. Freeman

dislike for paint brushes
C.J. Freeman 1941-2010

A quick message to fill in for my recent absence from the blog. My father, Oracle artist C.J. Freeman passed away on June 6th. His passing was sudden although his health had been declining for some time.
He will be missed by many. If ever there was an original, it was my father.
I am handling his affairs which has been quite a task and so my absence from the blog...
My commitment to the work of the ORACLES continues, deepened and strengthened by my father's passing.

To those I love
Be assured when I fly with the angels
I dream of you.