<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928</id><updated>2009-09-30T04:29:43.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition Matters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-6416653411242283851</id><published>2008-11-02T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:43:19.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infinite possibility'/><title type='text'>Time Traveling Toward Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>My morning meditation started off with my usual opening prayer and then opening myself to the space of nothingness and everything. I have a personal ritual for beginning each meditation, which includes clearing out my "little life," as I like to call it, for the duration of my contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I was entering the space of complete release and infinite possibility, I was feeling the chill of my bedroom air. I decided to transport my meditating self to someplace warm and comforting, at least energetically. I began to imagine myself on a quiet Caribbean beach; early enough in the day to be before any crowds arrived, and late enough to feel the heat of the sun on my skin and in the sand. I could see a few pelicans off-shore and there were several sailors with their vessels gliding silently across the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, sitting cross-legged on the beach.......a position someone would have had to help me out of if I were actually doing it in real life.....feeling the toasty beach beneath me; the gentle, warm breeze rushing to greet me; and the sun's rays kissing my body at every exposed spot. It felt like heaven. I had no sooner immersed myself completely into the sensations of my imaginary surroundings when I could feel myself being pulled away from them. Initially, I resisted. "Come on," I said to myself. "Don't leave now. You just got here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also simultaneously remembered that I had consciously entered the meditation for the purpose of surrendering. So, I joyfully released the image of what I thought my mind wanted and went on a journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulling sensation was distinctly one of being sucked back in time. I could feel myself moving in reverse through my life, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snippets&lt;/span&gt; of situations and events flew by me like images out of Dorothy's window in the &lt;em&gt;Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt; as the tornado took her aunt and uncle's house for a tumultuous ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally (which was really a matter of seconds in real time), I landed. I found myself standing at the foot of my father's hospital bed. It was the evening I first went to visit him after he had been electrocuted at his job. My 12 year old back was plastered to the wall opposite his bed. I was stunned. I did not know what to make of the distorted face of the man I dearly loved; the parent I most aligned myself with. I stayed in this place and time for no more than a minute or two. It was long enough for the significance of that particular event to settle deep in my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have know for some time that I became someone different with my father's electrocution. I was the oldest of then six children, later seven, in a working-class family with no reserve resources. The times called for someone to step into the space left by my father's illness and recovery needs. I was best suited for the job; the "next in line," so to speak. Being a typical oldest child, I wanted to please. And, being bright, creative and capable, as well as having lots of energy, I became an adult in a 12 year-old body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image and the significance of it was of particular importance to me today. It is not necessary to share why with you. The embodiment of the sights, sounds, smells, feelings, and thoughts in that hospital room, as well as others' expectations of me at that time were critical to my understanding of myself today, at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me longer to write about this meditation than the actual meditation lasted. The relatively brief biographical movie in my head was powerful; it was also emotionally wrenching and wonderfully freeing. I am reminded that time travel, without agenda or expectation, can help to keep us consciously in the moment. It is important not to refuse to revisit what we must see to allow for our personal shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy trails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-6416653411242283851?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/6416653411242283851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=6416653411242283851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/6416653411242283851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/6416653411242283851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-traveling-toward-enlightment.html' title='Time Traveling Toward Enlightenment'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-3209939145548579427</id><published>2008-11-01T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:34:49.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind-Body Wellness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shifts of Consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divine Guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Divine'/><title type='text'>The French Connection</title><content type='html'>I was reminded today of a client I have worked with. She initially came to me for a reading and then has continued her work with me to develop her intuitive skills. I love working with her. What I admire most about her is that she is so enthusiastically engaged in the process of enriching her life by staying in touch with, as she puts it, "The Divine," which, for me, also means her Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the primary issues that she focused on in her sessions with me was her relationship with her significant other. This is often where our personal work manifests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to one of her early visits, I did a meditation to gather information from her energetic field on her behalf. In that meditation, I saw, in mind's eye, one version of herself hovering over another version of herself as she went about her day. It was as if she had a twin that floated like a balloon about 10-12' over her own head. The balloon version went everywhere the grounded one went and the balloon version was taking notes in a journal as she floated along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my client of this vision, she laughed. She informed me that since the prior session with me (and as a result of things that had transpired in her work with me), she had decided to be a conscious observer of her life, as well as a participant in it. She also shared that she had taken on this role of observer mostly because the relationship she was in was so strained and she, in her usual mind-body ways, had not been able to find a way to make things better with him. So she had decided to become a casual observer of that relationship as a way to attempt to sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task of observing everything about the relationship felt a little overwhelming, so she also decided to narrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;her focus&lt;/span&gt;. She asked for guidance from "The Divine" about exactly what to focus on. She was waiting for her guidance to come in the form of words. She heard nothing. However, she was aware that when she asked for this guidance, she felt a kissing sensation on her cheek. After several failed attempts to get verbal instructions on what to observe, she gave in to the kiss. She would focus only on kissing. She realized that it made some sense, because their kissing patterns were a good indication of how things were between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to observe who initiated the kisses, how long they lasted, whether one or both of them was preoccupied with something else during the kiss, whether the kisses were accompanied with hugs or other tender touching, or whether they were simply obligatory or on the fly. She watched herself, as well as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; other, and tried to gather information about what was going on between them based &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; on their kissing patterns. She saw when they were more connected and kissing more, and when they were disconnected and kissing less......or in a passing way. Although she was not physically taking notes, as was her "floating balloon self" in my meditation, she was certainly taking mental note of the patterns, as well as her part and his part in each kissing interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not too long, she saw things about herself and her partner that she had not been mindful of before. This new information shifted her perceptions about what was transpiring between them. She also became aware of the power of a french kiss in their relationship. Although this may not hold true for all relationships, she found that when either of them left for their day of work (or play) and initiated a french kiss, versus a closed-mouth peck, with the other, the two of them stayed more connected through the entire day til they saw each other again in the evening.....and they would also often greeted each other at day's end with another french kiss, which led to more connected evenings. She and her partner were able to discuss this observance and they both became committed to making their "French Connection" a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of her capacity to listen to her intuition, the soft kisses on her cheek.......she became informed of a path to follow.....which gave her insight that both she and her partner (who was willing to listen to her wisdom) could use to bring them back to one another. I love this story and, more particularly, how our higher self knows the little ways to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tweak&lt;/span&gt; our knowing. May your French Connections be abundant! May the blessings be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-3209939145548579427?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/3209939145548579427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=3209939145548579427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/3209939145548579427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/3209939145548579427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/11/french-connection.html' title='The French Connection'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-8989083752290404370</id><published>2008-10-31T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:40:08.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be</title><content type='html'>For the past day or so, I have been singing "Let It Be," which, for those of you much younger than I, is an old Beatles tune.  I have been singing this in my head and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;, the latter mostly when I am in my car or in the shower.  And when I am singing it, I am singing it quietly.....in a soft voice.......as if to myself.  I am singing it in a voice that feels soothing to me, rather than one that feels like it is making a statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiet singing voice feels different to me.  People who know me would not, I imagine, describe me at the quiet sort.  Nor dc I think of myself this way.  So, when I repeatedly and unconsciously start to sing this particular song (which I do not believe I have heard on the radio or on my stereo system at home of late), I am conscious of the difference and the significance of the particular words of the song.  It is the difference in my soft voice that hooks me and make me curious.  "What are you saying to me?," I ask this whispering voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go deeper.  I pay attention to the gentle voice and feel my feelings in that moment.  I am aware of the tenderness of the soft voice.  I am touched by this voice, as if it were coming from someone other than myself.  I am soothed by this voice.  And I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt; to shift my inner being to heed the words of the song.  When the troubling stuff of life has come up and I start, in my way, to attempted to fix these things, the song appears.  It is as if it is telling me I do not have to do it all.  Let it be, gently and softly, just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for this reminder from my higher self and the wisdom that John, Paul, George and Ringo have given me at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-8989083752290404370?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8989083752290404370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=8989083752290404370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/8989083752290404370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/8989083752290404370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-8608872443634353947</id><published>2008-10-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:34:25.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnetic Personalities</title><content type='html'>Today, I spent some time thinking about how often I will see (or work with over the telephone) several different clients  in a relatively short period of time (over a few weeks or so) who are working through the same issue(s).  Before I meet with each of them, I "see" and receive much information about their issues during the meditation that I do on their behalf.  And when I discuss with them the information I have received, they fill in the blanks.  Each of these clients presents with a different fact pattern.  They have different stories.  Different spouses or loved ones.  Different personal histories that bring them to very different places in terms of their work, family situations, and physical and emotional health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pattern of concentrated issues has happened countless times in my 8 plus years of practicing as an intuitive.  When it first happened, I used to be concerned about my abilities to read people accurately.  I wondered if I could really be receiving information about food issues, for instance, for more than 50% of my clients in one week.  However, because I ultimately trusted in the intuitive process and the information I received, I always shared what I received with the client (which showed up very differently for each client......and with very different strategies for each of them for dealing with their situation).  I was never told that I was off or that the issue, as I saw it particularly for each client, did not apply to them at that time in their lives.  In fact, I came to see certain issues would show up this way because there was a higher power that was assisting to bring these issues to a resolution for these individuals, of course, but for the larger community as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this phenomenon is a result of the Divine Universe at work.  I believe that when a particular issue is held by many who are trying to resolve it, they unconsciously are magnetically drawn to one place (in this case, me) because they unconsciously know that the collective wisdom and energy around clearing the problematic pattern is very powerful and useful (and perhaps necessary). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all very connected to one another in ways that we have been, for the most part, completely unaware.  Quantum physicists are beginning to discover and write extensively about this.  And some of us are becoming increasingly aware about the power of our magnetism or energetic connections.  The concept of magnetism is the underlying notion of countless books (i.e., &lt;em&gt;Think and Grow Rich&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Secret,&lt;/em&gt; just to name a few).  The notion is certainly nothing new, but its popularity is definitely gaining understanding and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with an understanding of the power of our personal magnetics, it gives us all cause for pause to reflect on what we are thinking about, what we choose to surround ourselves with, who we choose to associate with, and how we choose to act in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is something I want to be conscious of.  I invite you to join me in this personal journey.  Please share your magnetic stories with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-8608872443634353947?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/8608872443634353947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=8608872443634353947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/8608872443634353947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/8608872443634353947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/10/magnetic-personalities.html' title='Magnetic Personalities'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-4083644979226121199</id><published>2008-10-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:07:56.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, My Intuition Has a Name: Nancy.</title><content type='html'>I have been working on a personal issue for quite some time. It has been percolating&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and shifting and working its way to a point where something big must happen to clear it (which is what I intend to have happen for my happiness and well-being).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking my guides and the Universal Life Force/God/Spirit for information to come to me to assist in making this necessary shift happen more quickly and in a way that is best for all concerned. I have felt close to the necessary answer, as if I have been receiving the "You are warm" signals from the Universe. However, I have also been aware that I have not been directly on-point, or "Hot." Once you reach that place, you know it and everything starts to shift in the way it is supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While receiving these silent nods from Spirit, I have trusted that I do not need to force the answer and that it would come to me. I also have trusted that I did not have to do all the work to obtain the answer. In other words, I believed that the Universe would conspire with me to assist in this desired shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience pays off. I have been listening to the whisperings in the wind.......to messages in books that I am reading, to words spoken in television shows or movies that I have watched, to the content of my personal meditations, to things that I might over-hear standing in line at the bank......essentially to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met with a friend and colleague, Nancy, to talk about business things; not my personal matters. However, deep in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;, she blurted out exactly what I needed to hear to assist me to stand in my power. She also provided a visual of how she sees herself in her support of me, which was very humorous and will help me to be reminded if I start to slip back to my old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is that I had been open to receive this information in any form. I did not expect it to come from a particular person or in a particular way. It could have some in the form of sky-writing or on a Chinese fortune cookie or in an image that was able to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interpreted&lt;/span&gt; by me or thousands of other ways, many of which I cannot even imagine. I had no expectations about how or when it was to show up. And, as always, when you least expect it.....and if you have your antenna tuned, you will receive your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-4083644979226121199?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4083644979226121199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=4083644979226121199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/4083644979226121199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/4083644979226121199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-intuition-has-name-nancy.html' title='Today, My Intuition Has a Name: Nancy.'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9065997683027483928.post-4794061202922011146</id><published>2008-10-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:02:47.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner wisdom'/><title type='text'>You know more than you know!</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, I became aware of the fact that what I had the capacity to tap into a "greater knowing" for myself.  At the time, I had no idea I would some day be able to utilize this greater knowing be for the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened quite innocently, very quietly and without much sharing with others about what was unfolding for me.  I now believe that my intuition, my greater knowing, developed mostly because I became very curious about it.  I wanted to know more about it.  What could I "know" that I did not have access to using my intellect?  When would I be accurate with that information?  When would I get in my own way?  What would prevent me from getting the clearest and best information?  What differentiated my intuition from my emotions, desires and judgments?  I wanted to know all of this and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I essentially used my life.....and still do.....as a laboratory.  I test my knowing and my intuition all the time.  And, through that process, over time I begin to learn what I can trust and what I am contaminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a student of my own life.  I am also the teacher and the observer (the one monitoring my life without credit).   I am the one who fails.  I am the one who has to take some life tests over and over.  Although I am a practicing intuitive, I am human and I, too, have my stumbling spots.....many of them.  I am the one who sometimes gets it right because I have listened to that greater knowing and held fast to what I needed to do, even in the face of the unpopularity of those decisions with people I love dearly and would love complete approval from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to  know that what we, at any moment, think we know.  And, I believe, from my life and work for many years as an intuitive assisting others in receiving their highest wisdom, that it is all accessible for the asking.  We just have to know how to ask and how to get out of the way to hear the soft voice of our greater knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9065997683027483928-4794061202922011146?l=intuitionmatters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/feeds/4794061202922011146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9065997683027483928&amp;postID=4794061202922011146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/4794061202922011146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9065997683027483928/posts/default/4794061202922011146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intuitionmatters.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-more-than-you-know.html' title='You know more than you know!'/><author><name>Valerie Libby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03452099565093136348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06780539948507587232'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>