Some women are so intuitive that each is aware of the exact moment of her offspring’s conception…
I’m paraphrasing, but this was the gist of a comment heard on the radio recently when I flipped to MPR while driving to a dental appointment close to home. My jaw dropped well before my turn in the dentist’s chair because the radio guest’s words triggered memories of magical and mystifying moments in my own life. In forty-plus years, I’d never heard anyone speak of this particular instance of deep knowing. Though I didn’t catch the name of the authority on the subject, I had no doubt he was speaking the truth.
He was giving credence to a phenomenon shared by who-knows-how-many women. I’m among those who can recall this subtlest change in one’s body at the moment of conception. There was the sudden sense of an altered state which had nothing to do with a perceived physical presence—there was barely a cluster of cells at that point, after all. It was an energetic shift. I knew immediately that another distinct energy had just taken up residence in my body. A doctor’s confirmation of each pregnancy was simply validation of a deep knowing I’d privately carried for weeks.
Odd, isn’t it, that if you’d asked me then if I was “psychic” I’d have said, no. I didn’t “see” things; hence, I wasn’t clairvoyant. I didn’t “hear” things; therefore, I wasn’t clairaudient. Sensing or intuiting—being an empath—was easy to downplay, there not being the dramatic component of visuals—a “departed” loved one, an angel, a light being— or of a voice or voices with celestial cred. Clairsentience seemed like the poor relative of the other way-more-flashy “clairs.” So it used to drive me nuts when people with rock star capabilities would insist that we all have this unacknowledged, unappreciated, extrasensory potential within.
Yet, as a psychic friend Suzanne pointed out to me recently, I brought my intuition as much as my intellect to every cultural change I felt called to participate in. The drive, for instance, to make maternal-infant bonding a universal part of each childbirth experience, at a time when women were routinely separated from their babies for a period following birth, came from an intuitive prod, a clairsentient charge.
The neonatal research; the campaign to find a hospital staff to allow bonding to be part of my experience; the magazine pieces that followed; all demanded intellectual knowing—driven, too, however, by inborn, instinctual knowing. Why neglect to honor its enriching, empowering part in my life, or yours, in whatever form it might take?
Close friends planning to spend an upcoming evening at my house recently each agreed to dig up in advance a memory of an extrasensory incident, thought-provoking coincidence, vivid dream, or similar source of wonderment from his or her past. What long forgotten incident would each retrieve and share? The memory consigned to a back corner of my consciousness that popped up for me had to do, not with a coming birth this time, but a friend crossing over from earthly life to the nonphysical, despite many miles and years of separation between us at the time of his transition.
I invite you to spend some time retrieving your moments of big magic, lost to the amnesia we tend to cultivate around what has long been taboo to speak about. Recall an instance when you meandered into Mystery and tell someone about it, thus giving it validity, giving it renewed life. In the stories among my friends who did just that, each opened to a dimension of ongoing reality that we typically miss… or dismiss, if the incident doesn’t conform to what one has been taught is possible. A common thread in the recollections, therefore, was the reaction of surprise, each awe-inspiring event entirely unanticipated.
After relating our experiences, we also realized that we shared common subsequent feelings— of being “safe, encouraged by a certainty that everything was going to be “okay.” Along with the awe, there had been for each a sense of great peace and a cause for deep gratitude, whether the circumstances involved an apparition of a loved one, a miraculous escape from death or serious harm on an interstate, or a dad dreaming of a daughter’s sadness thousands of miles away.
Intuitive abilities are part of every person’s operating system, I now recognize. They only need to be recognized, then, ideally, developed and honored in order to open to a more expansive field of experience. Expecting the ineffable, the incredible, the inspirational to show up regularly in our lives, we all might usher in better, kinder, fairer, fuller expression of what it is to be human. Reason enough—and the reason why—these days I’m on the lookout for experiences of wonder around every corner. How about you?
I’ve had a prompt this morning to take a little time out from regular blogging and to come back feeling refreshed. I’m wishing you wonder-filled weeks, in the interim.