Listening To My Intuition

My daughter Sarah and I were extolling the virtues of electric blankets and how much we appreciated hopping into a warm bed on a cold night.

We also discussed the relevant dangers.

Later when Sarah went to off to bed I reminded her to turn off her blanket before going to sleep.

Laying in my own bed later that night, relishing the warmth and feeling myself drift off into sleep, I was shaken out of my bliss by a bright, glowing, orange light.  The light somehow seemed familiar, but not quite placing it clearly, I tried to drift off once more, back to the land of nod.

The light appeared again and shone persistently.  This time I recognized the glow and knew what the light was telling me.

Creeping quietly to Sarah’s room, I opened the door a crack and spotted the bright, orange light, glowing at the controls of her electric blanket. 

A couple of clicks turned it off and when I snuggled back into sleep mode there was no orange light to hinder my sleep.

The moral of my story:  It’s better to be safe than sorry …. listen to your messages and most importantly – heed them!

  

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Arguing With INTUITION

Busily planting daffodil bulbs in the newly turned earth I was rudely interrupted by a voice telling me to go back to the house. 

I glanced over at the house wondered what it was all about, then went back to my bulb-planting.

Moving along to a new section of the garden, I again heard the words, “go to the house Jo”.  I resisted, determined to plant my bulbs.

The voice became insistent and I became all the more intent on my chore, ignoring the growing urgency in the message.  I stood up, turned and said out-loud that I would go back to the house when I’d finished, and not before. 

I stopped pretty much mid-sentence and found myself looking at the house … just looking.  All seemed fine … what was the urgency?

Without being fully aware of my actions, I found myself just about being physically frog-marched towards the house, still wondering what the drama was all about. 

Opening the sliding door I was confronted by a wall of acrid smoke.  The quilt drying on a rack near the fireplace had toppled over, falling directly onto the firebox.  The synthetic fibres had melted and were on the verge of sparking flames. 

I grabbed the quilt and threw it outside, still smouldering, and opened all the doors and windows to air out the house.

Disaster averted …

  …. but had I not actually taken heed of the ‘messages’, eventhough I didn’t understand the meaning or reason at the time, I would have lost my house and everything in it.

The moral of the story is to ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION.

   


             

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