It’s often I'm asked the point of seeking a connection with the spiritual and the reason to practice being intuitive. I ask myself the same question on a regular basis. What benefit does it really have in your life to ponder and manifest or learn about energy and chakras and spirit guides or whatever calls to you?
Really. What the eff is the point? How much of it is nonsense and how much is real and what does it matter? Is being lost in the clouds just being lost, and when you find the reality beyond the fanciful thinking, what do you do?
Being in touch or connected with what is “more” than ourselves, is essentially what is meant when I say intuitive. In the practice of expanding to it and opening to the experience, it becomes apparent how interconnected we really are. With an open heart (chakra) we can put that connection into a living motion.
It’s easy to sit on a spiritual cloud and meditate or namaste or whatever. Sitting alone in the quiet of your personal and well-defined sacred place with your favorite objects that make you feel at peace. Lost in a quiet room filled what you deem magically refined – tarot cards, statues, or crystals. What a place to forget the troubles of the world.
It’s quite another thing to take those same things out into the messy space where we all have to learn to “get along.” How do you float on a cloud when your boss has you on a deadline? Where’s your namaste when you step on that stray lego you told the kids to pick up… or else…? What lousy purpose does being intuitively connected help there?
Should you have “known” about the lego or felt the emotions of your boss and acted accordingly? Should you have gone more with the flow so none of it seemed to matter? That’s looking for perfection – the illusion of perfection – not reality. So, how magical do you have to be to bring spiritual thinking into reality?
It isn’t and shouldn’t be complicated.
I usually have a few crystals and stones floating around in my pocket. Not always, but mostly. I don't tend to work with crystals, but I like having them around as little reminders or because I just enjoy their presence. They make me smile.
I have a slight problem. I keep running into people that just "need a certain stone" and end up giving away ones to someone that needs a positive reminder, themselves. I've given out enough rose quartz that my friend – an owner of a crystal shop – offered to just sell me a batch at wholesale... I’ve just ordered some. I'm your local crystal dealer. (First one's free. Well... all of them are, actually.)
A found someone that has been going through a difficult patch, and though not particularly spiritual, she shared with me that she finds comfort in a "big stone" that she describes as very grounding to hold. She had a bad day, and we laughed that she needed her "stone baby" to hold when my hand found the palm-sized piece of selenite in my pocket and before I knew it, I had passed it on to her.
I stopped into a shop and picked up a piece of tourmaline. I wanted to keep it, but I knew it wasn't meant for me. Later that evening, I wandered into an opening of a business that is building a new Himalayan Salt Cave and has an Amethyst relaxation room. It was a really crystal-filled day – full of conversations and connection because of that interest.
Talking later about my happy-hippie moment in the "salt mines" and finally pulling out my little bag of crystals – rose quartz, clear quartz, and tourmaline – hidden in my pocket feeling the intuitive hit to let my woo-woo flag fly (slightly) free.
My friend – the one I gave the selenite – eyeballed the tourmaline. I figured... Literally not figuratively, “knew” that she’d like it. I bought it knowing she’d want it, and it has a new home.
I was sharing some of this story and realized with a deep sense of "aww crap" that I'm going to become THAT strange, goofy old man who gives away crystals and assures that they'll help you feel better. I was quickly corrected. I won't become that guy. I am already. I am THAT guy. (I ordered the rose quartz shortly afterward.)
As I think about it, though, I find a lot of joy in the idea of being “that guy.” Even if no one realizes what it means to me. No one I talk to needs to know that I can recite the qualities of the stones and crystals, and my friend didn't need to hear that selenite was a perfect fit for her excess mind chatter (empathically noticed), and her tourmaline stood out to me as because I just knew it would be at the store even though they were out just the day before. And, that I thought I might find one with the correct weight and portability which I figured it would help her situation. And the perfect (I mean perfect) piece and the correct pocket change was there in one concise mini-synchronicity.
No one needs to know that (I believe) I do such things because I'm wildly cancerian and love to care for the people very grandmother-like. They don't need to believe or know anything other than that I care, nor does what I believe need to be true – even if I choose to follow that thinking. I "know" I don't need to shove my mystical mumbo jumbo on anyone, but it's always nice to remember that it doesn't need to be understood to be shared with a general sense of fun. And you know what? It feels good. Really good.
I wasn't bearing my soul. Or getting touchy-feely and vulnerable. I was just having fun with my silly pocket rocks.
That is spiritual.
I followed a few little intuitions and actively let it creep into the land of muggles only to find – as I usually do – that there are fewer muggles out there than we think there are. There are a lot of folks that want to be or already are spiritual, ya’ll.
Anyone can pick up a pretty stone, pass it on, and tell someone to have a better day. Anyone can listen. We all have our own practices whether we call it magical or not. Being in touch with a deeper connection isn’t just about sharing beliefs or forcing them on others. It is about practicing the connections and following the hints from the universe to take action.
And, then, calling upon our free will we can answer that call or choose another.
It’s a beautiful world out there. And being spiritual shouldn’t even be called spiritual. It’s as natural as breathing. It’s a practice in curiosity and a method of opening up to the human experience. It is sharing the spirit of joy and the solemn nature of our sadness. It’s a whole lot more that can barely be described here.
It is not, however, passive.
So perhaps today find yourself a pretty stone, and let it make you smile. Take it as a gift from this earth, and if an intuition leads you into a conversation, let yourself be seen, really seen – crazy rocks and all.
Often lately, when I think of the sense of self, I'm reminded, instead, not to think about “me” or “I,” and return my thoughts turn to a vision of a flow of light and lines and pushes and pulls between what is considered my body and the things around me. The feeling of being confined inside my head starts to drift off, and as often in meditation, I feel an expansion, as if I am part of much more while still being separate.
It’s a concept I like to toy with and explore. And one that is valuable in when practicing Thinking less like am the little pile of bones and muscle and blubber (Oh, too much blubber…) that comprises my body, nor am I the energy or feelings or even soul that resides within that body. Instead, I am lost in nowhere just part of the reactions – the play between these little lines that connect “me” to all other things.
I enjoy my logical mind because it gives me the play to ponder these things and consider them carefully question their meaning. But, with that very necessary logical mind, there is thinking and thought - actions created by reactions, and it is clear that this not where intuition (universal connection) lies. There is a very different moment just outside of logic that happens clearly and precisely lacking name or form. A spring of insight. It comes from emptiness and needs to be given form to interpret.
The mind then turns to interpret with words, colors, sounds, smells, feelings and all the different worldly senses that give rise to the “clairs” – clairvoyance, claircognizance, clairaudience, and so on. In this respect, all senses including “clairs” are illusions - necessary illusions to define our interactions with the world around us. How very Zen. But not very helpful, honestly, because what do you do with that?
Again, it’s one thing to use logic and try to math and science your way to answers, but weren’t the answers there just before you started thinking about them? A clear intuition comes without need for explanation. It happens feels real and you respond, without getting in your own way. There was a very wise man once. He created landscapes and forms from nothing but paint, brush, and canvas. With a few sweeping gestures – a mountain, a lake, some happy little trees, and happy little mistakes. Mistakes that weren’t mistakes at all. His mantra was so perfect in the philosophy behind the worlds he created, “Just let it happen, just let it happen.” Good ol’ Bob Ross.
I joke. But, think of the parallel with him and other creators. They gave form to something from nothing. So, isn’t nothing or void or emptiness or whatever words you use to describe it where I draw that feeling of certainty in the guidance I seek for myself and others? The clairvoyance, clairaudience, claircognizance – don’t they just interpret that in the “real?”
Where am "I" in all of that? So many have felt it, right? That moment without moment when suddenly the feeling of self dissipates and you almost echo and become wider, part of a whole. It’s a big feeling, until I say, “I am big.” You've then given words to it, a shape and form and shrink back to the size of you leaving a shivering dust speck full of doubt over what just moments ago felt natural and right and without obstacle. The vastness felt seconds before seems so expansive all I can say is, “I am little.”
It’s here intuition gets stuck. “I am.” I am big. I am little. I am worthy. I am worthless. I am right. I am wrong. I am.
I think it’s quite a lesson to draw from that I am at my clearest when I am “not.” Nothing is broken, and nothing needs to be fixed. But, I don’t think that means that “I” isn’t there. There’s just a better definition of it when I let go. I can just settle into “I” and live effortlessly in between the bigs and the littles. Then, in the immortal words of Bob Ross, “Just let it happen.” Then, when I need to hear something, it will be heard. When I need to say something, it'll be said. Wouldn't that be so simple just letting it happen? Isn't that the essence of what is sought by growing intuition?
Maybe Ross had some intuition hidden under that fro of his. Are there any mediums in the house?
It's one of those moments of quiet. The world drifts off – seemly out and away – felt, instead, in the distance as if held at bay by some dense magnetic pressure on the edge of the space you occupy. A memory of the day passing and a pause between tomorrow. A tiny reality of your own – almost as if you’ve stolen a piece of the fabric of time and space. The noise from out there settles away, and in your private patch, the noise within you begins to form.
Reaching for the nearest chore, there’s a feeling of responsibility to become occupied. The piles of laundry call. Folding is to be done, socks to be sorted, and shirts to be hung. Usually, you’d heave a heavy sigh of irritation and turn on the television, but... you’re relaxed. Without mental resistance the motion feels welcome. It feels right. Being occupied doesn’t seem occupying. The hands know the work and the mind is left to drift back to its own noise.
But. It is unusually silent.
There’s the hum of motion as objects are tidied up and put away and flowing from one task to another you find yourself over a pile of dishes that you’ve cleaned while you were percolating in the newly found stillness inside your head. There’s a faint memory of doing them, but like everything right now, thoughts fly in and out of your mind. You finish up because your friend will be calling in a moment.
Without really considering it, you’ve settled your tasks and found yourself seated when the phone buzzes in your pocket. She’s calling about her boyfriend. Pulling it out to answer, you stop and see her name. You answer to hear an almost instant verbal rant about said boyfriend. And you have a realization.
You had no reason to know she’d be calling. You had no reason to know she’d talk about her boyfriend. She hasn’t in ages.
Finishing the conversation, there’s a short mental check. No. There is no reason I should have known that. How? Going back through the evening, you remember having this great conversation in your head about your career and what you should do, and then you were just “sure” she’d be calling. And then, holy shit. She did.
How about that...? There must be some explanation, and dismissively, you forget about it and the great “ideas” about your career and go about staring annoyed at the rest of the chores. The bubble is gone and the outside world has creeped in once again.
There are stories left and right like that in the world, and if you’ve had a single one, you’ve stumbled into the mindset of an intuitive or psychic or whatever malarkey they want to call us these days. (I prefer not to have a name for it, but what’s an intuitive to do?) Most people ignore it. Or, reluctantly share with a friend or two. A few shout “MAGIC!” from the rooftops and then have no idea what to do with it. Those were messages. Who knows where some could have led? But, what do you with that? And how do you know if it’s right?
Me? Well, I’ve had to deal with that mamma-jamma all my life – knowing when phone calls were coming, knowing unusually personal things about people, or sensing the life suddenly leaving a body. And weirder stuff yet. But, another day for those stories. So, when I tell this story, I know pretty much what happened and more or less how to tap into it. In fact, I do it for people all the time, and have my whole life.
So what WAS that all about?
And, yes, this is something that happened to me quite often. (Sometimes associated with girls calling that I liked as a teenager...) I would often have incredible conversations that would come from “somewhere else” and they’d guide me to solutions. I mean, I used to figure out MATH that way in school. IT’S NOT CHEATING, I SWEAR. (I’m sure Albert Einstein was an intuitive.)
I joke a little, and for good reason. You need that to find the ease to use this talent in a natural way – as natural as breathing. But, you’re probably wanting me to get to the point. Listen. You don’t have to be “psychic” or “magical” or anything special to learn to follow your inner voice and outer intuitive “line” to the cosmic messages we all receive constantly. It’s not huge and unattainable. It’s commonplace.
All it takes is to create the open space in you to invite those messages, the ease to let them flow, and then the trust to act with peace in your heart and mind. If you do those things, you’re following your natural connection to the big and the wide as well as the tiny and infinitesimal. You’re following the guidance to live as one with humanity and in line with joy and in touch with the sacred nature of sadness. You are in touch with living and living fully. You become an active part of life as opposed to an observer or one who endures of it.
It is an open feeling being there. Beautiful and simple and full of peace. Even when events around us are trying it is THROUGH trying the we persevere. It is through our intuitive selves that we allow the insights to create motion as if each second matters and take control of letting go and being in the midst of this wonderful experience.
Try this. Follow the process above. Relax. Make your hands busy with something repetitive. And let your thoughts come and go. Don’t force. Then just allow things to happen. Start asking yourself questions then wait and expect a response. You may actually be having a conversation, but more on that later.
So, here, is a mission statement. It is through an open heart that I’ve started a journey of sharing and speaking about the not-so-mystical but magical part of being an intuitive, being spiritual, and being really freakin’ ordinary at the same time. (I keep a logical, scientific mind about all this mumbo jumbo.) And this is the open invitation to all others.
Be curious. Be at ease. And trust. There may be a touch of a skeptic in all of us, even me. But it is with our wonder, that we collectively tap into a wisdom and way that we can create. And, I believe, it starts with spirit, and we hear sprit through that empty space that I call our intuition.
Light and Love,
Adam Weston Albert