One common characteristic of many intuitives and psychics whom I have come across is the claim that they have more or less always known, often since early childhood, that they had certain abilities that others seemed not to have. Eventually they embraced them in a more formal manner at some point during their life, often in their twenties.
Personally, I make no such claims.
The awareness and development of my own intuition came in a manner that could be described as both natural and conscious, driven more by events and determination than by my own inner experiences. If it was there all along, it wasn’t something I was aware of.
It’s worth conveying a few pieces of this story, as I’m sure many who have come to acknowledge reality in the manner in which I do, have had their own unique set of experiences that have lead them to their own set of beliefs, realisations and understandings.
I would say that the moment where I set myself on the intuitive path, without having any idea that this was what I was doing, was when I first moved away from my home to go to university. At that time I possessed a strong feeling of certainty that anything and everything that I wanted was within my own reach – I was confident that as long as I put myself in front of it and made a bit of effort to connect with those who could help me get it, then I would get it. Sounds like common sense, no?
Well, not everyone has even this basic level of confidence.
There were a number of actions I took around that time to support my intentions – a couple stories stand out in my mind. One simple one was the decision (or determination) to remain a resident of Ottawa year-round, even though the vast majority of my classmates returned to their hometowns for the summer. Another was far more mundane. I was determined to find a way to get a real behind-the-scenes tour of parliament (Ottawa being home to the Canadian parliament buildings). Not just the tour that any tourist can take, I mean the full tour. Only a couple short months after I arrived, I was in possession of a pass with my name on it that allowed me full access to all the parliament buildings.
Looking back, I see these as formative stories, which were more like door-openers, because they were the messages I was sending to myself that I was serious about getting what I wanted. And sending this message, I soon got a response – certainly not the one I was expecting.
These were like little tests I was sending myself, teasing myself with the nature of reality. They were the message asking me if I was ready. I was.
At the time, I only attributed these little successes to my own determination. I didn’t have the bigger picture. That is, I didn’t realize that when you set an intention to get something, quite literally the circumstance that will allow this intention to turn into physical reality are set into motion. Sometimes the intention can become reality instantly. Other times it takes a while. But inevitably it happens. Various events unfold and opportunities come along that precisely support these intentions. All you need to do is grab onto them when they are passing in front of you. Because inevitably they seem to enter your life as if timed to perfection (or coincidence). And indeed, this is exactly what is happening.
The message finally did reach me loud and clear. It happened in a peculiar way that
I know it was no coincidence. I ended up living for a short period of time – about 3 months -in a room in a large house. The landlords live on the ground floor, and rented a number of rooms on the 2 floors above their apartment. Through a series of conversations with one of them, I was introduced to a way of thinking he had adopted. His way of thinking originated from a book he had read many years previous, by the name of ‘The Nature of Personal Reality’. It was a book channeled by a spirit who called himself Seth. This was not something I had ever heard of before, though it turns out it is rather commonplace.
It was some months before I finally got ahold of a copy of the book myself, but reading it, I knew my path was definitively set. Reading such a book produces one of two outcomes. Either you reject it entirely, or you acknowledge there is something to it, which eventually provokes you to take further actions. That is, you begin to slowly but steadily assert conscious control of your own life and the sorts of events that you experience. For better or for worse.
For me, those actions have been a nearly 15-year journey, at this point, which will continue for the rest of my life.
