New Spirit Journal is a great online and print Journal here in the Pacific Nowthwest. They just published the December edition which has an article I wrote. It is worth checking it out at as there are lots of interesting article. http://www.newspiritjournal.com/ It is also below for your reading ease.
How often have you said to yourself, “I knew that was going to happen!” or “I should have listened to my intuition!”? It is very easy to dismiss our intuition. Intuition is our soul speaking to us. It most often speaks in whispers of feelings, hunches and inklings, images, sometimes they are difficult to hear and interpret. I have a number of instances where life would have flowed more easily, if only I would have listened. Listening to our intuition or “spirit” is listening to our soul, wise self or higher self. When we listen to our inner promptings, our life tends to run a little more smoothly, timing of events seem to synchronously coordinate without our attempts to manage all the details. And sometimes when we listen, we help someone out in ways that are unimaginable.
These days when I discount my inner promptings, it is usually because their warning triggers fear, and sometimes I purposefully ignore these inklings, not wanting my life to be directed by fear. That is why I discounted the vague apprehension I felt when I thought of our up coming trip. I chalked it up to my worrying mind. I may have discounted my intuition, but someone else was listening to his. This is a story of someone listening.
It was Christmas Eve. We had been driving all day to our friends in Nelson, B.C. We were on the last stretch before the Canadian border. Our car was packed with bags, presents, and our two girls who sat enthralled, listening to books on tape. It was now very dark. The weather conditions had been good, but the temperature was starting to drop. We stopped for gas, and in the interest of time, my husband asked at the station about a shortcut that would reduce our travel time. We took recommended road, but soon discovered that it was not well used, nor well lit. It was curvy and hilly, and now becoming very icy.
My husband drove more and more slowly. My focus joined his on the road. Sensing our attention to what lay in front of us, our two young daughters also became more silent, and then began to scream as we suddenly slid into the other lane and stopped just before the rail and the descending hill. I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. It was a close call.
My husband and I both carefully got out of the car to check the conditions. We needed to put on chains, but could not from the down slope we were on. Of the few cars that passed only one gentleman in a truck stopped, just enough to make sure we were not injured and then left quickly without another word. After all, it was Christmas Eve and everyone was trying to get somewhere.
My husband was looking for flat ground and a flatter surface to put chains on. We slowly restarted the car and inched our way back to our side of the road, but could not make it down without sliding into the ditch. We had to stop. At least this time it was a more controlled stop.
By this time our girls were very quiet, occasionally asking for reassurance, which I amply gave them despite my concern. And then I sat quiet for a few moments and sent out a prayer, a request for safety, protection and guidance. With a heart that pulsed strongly for the well-being and safety of others – my children, I sent out a strong call.
Barely 2 minutes later a car pulled up and actually stopped. Out of the car came a short, bearded man. He brought his flashlight, as we had been fumbling around in the dark trying to put chains on. He helped us put on the chains in no time and offered to guide us out of the icy area to the juncture where the path was well trodden. He told us that though he lived in the area, he rarely took this route, but felt directed by spirit to take it this evening. I thanked him for listening, for helping, for the light he brought to us, and the flashlight he gifted us that evening. We shook hands good-bye, and exchanged names.
As we followed behind him off the icy road, my husband kept reciting his name, and since he has a penchant for palindromes, he reversed his name. With glee he exclaimed “NOEL, Noel! Leon is NOEL backwards!!”
To this day I feel deep gratitude for this gentle man who listened to spirit, who helped us out of a difficult situation, and brought peace of mind. When we listen to the whispers of spirit, we strengthen and deepen our connection to our soul; we become more centered, whole and an integral part of all life around us. My distress call was heard, and for this I am grateful, not only to Leon, but to spirit, to that which connects us in this web of life.
In what ways do you listen to your own inner guidance/spirit? How do you feel after you follow these promptings? How has listening to intuition assisted your community at large?
© 2010 Leslie Helen Bambic Ciechanowski, M.Ed