Have you ever been let go from a job you didn’t like? Was that a good thing in the long run?
Have you ever had to walk away from a place to find safety, leaving behind almost everything you loved?
Have you ever NOT trusted your Intuition and later wished you had?
Sometimes you have to trust those nudges you get from time to time, even if they stem from traumatic events. Those nudges come from your Intuition that’s guiding your healing from the inside out. Let me give you an example.
I left Wisconsin in 2003 knowing that staying there wasn’t safe for me. Circumstances (and my Intuition) told me to go to Hawaii where my daughter had just moved. At a later point in time—in 2017 when I was living in San Francisco—my Intuition said I needed to return to Wisconsin. Strange occurrences on my flight east and other events that followed could have been construed as “wrong.” But in fact, as the following story shows, my Intuition proved to be “right.” I was returning home. It was the right thing to do.
Power Center Emerges Story
When I was growing up, my family and I would fly in and out of Chicago—mostly to Florida for my dad’s health, but once to Phoenix and once to New York. I remember coming home and watching Dad scrape off the inches of snow from the car in the airport parking lot, so we could make the hour and a half drive to Lake Geneva. Although flying into Milwaukee would have made the drive home shorter, back then O’Hare offered more flight options than Milwaukee. The same was true in 2017.
The trip I was making this time to O’Hare was different. This trip was different because I was going home.
On the plane, I had taken my seat next to the window, back row. Before I did, I asked the gentleman already seated next to me if he’d hoist my bag into the overhead compartment. Because of moving, it was loaded with unusual items, so it was heavier than I was accustomed to. He obliged. What caught my attention was the fact that I felt alone. In a good way. Because the gentleman beside me worked the entire trip, I could ponder my own aloneness. And ponder I did. This special moment could not be missed.
Lots of things went through my mind, but it was when we crossed the Mississippi River descending toward Chicago’s O’Hare that something struck me. “Huh” I found myself saying. I almost had my nose pressed up against the window to take in the view. “So green. I’m not used to that,” I thought.
No words were in my head. No chatter. Quiet—except for the occasional utterance of “huh.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I sensed it came from a place very deep, possibly where no words existed yet. I said “huh” a number of times.
We landed, and I found myself saying, “I’ve arrived.” Some time later, I heard these words as if in an internal announcement: “Restoring now.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it came from that deep, deep place I’ve become familiar with. I knew its vibration, a familiar feeling I could trust. It was me.
It took a few weeks to notice changes, but I became aware of how recovering can look. I was now home. A part of me was fighting it, but this was indeed home. In Wisconsin, I know the seasons. I know the weather patterns and the typical cloud formations. I know the vegetation, even a lot of names of the plants and trees. I know how the seasonal sunlight is at this latitude and longitude. To a large part of me, it felt deeply good to be in my home state once again where I sensed I could really heal. Being in other places, I couldn’t.
This was home—where I started out on this planet.
After being in Wisconsin only five weeks, I sensed something different in an area of my body. It was between my hips and just below my navel. It felt solid and strong energetically. I didn’t know what it was, but it made me feel different—better, solid, and emotionally stronger. I confirmed it with my counselor, who knew me.
I sensed the proper name for it was my Power Center. And over the two weeks that followed, it got stronger. Good!
One’s Power Center can work best in a place where it’s grounded, where there’s a sense of belonging. For me, southeastern Wisconsin is that place. I don’t need to stay here for the rest of my life, but with much healing continuing to occur, it’s the right place for me now. My Power Center can gain strength in Wisconsin and, for me, that’s where empowerment truly begins.
Where is your place? What is your Intuition telling you?
(This is an adaptation from the Power Center Emerges Story in Book 2, Deep Energy, page 76. For more about my “huh” response, see the “Meaning Of ‘Huh’ Story” that follows in Book 2 on page 80.)