This week, I am proud to bring to you blogger and Hay House Author, Amy Oscar (www.amyoscar.com).
As Founder and CEO of As If, Ltd.,I am working to expand the space for love in the world. I am an author, teacher and intuitive consultant, encouraging you to develop a personal relationship with the Divine. In 2010, I wrote Sea of Miracles: An invitation from the angels, the story of what happened when I began writing a magazine column about angels with Doreen Virtue. In 2009, we co-authored a collection of stories called, My Guardian Angel: True Stories of Angelic Encounters… (Hay House, 2009).
From our years of collaboration, I’ve learned a great deal. But I’ve learned even more from the angels and the Divine presence in all things – and from the thousands of personal accounts of divine encounters that have streamed across my desk – straight into my heart.
Reading these stories changed me – It truly was a sea of miracles! – and the experience changed my life. Today, I write and teach out of my own insights into human consciousness and our relationship with the Divine.
The Voice of Guidance
One Wednesday morning, on the day that the March Soul Caller Training began, I woke nervous, as I always am, just before a class begins. Making my way to the bathroom, I switched on the light and found that, in the middle of the night, in the dark, I’d put my sweatshirt on backwards AND inside out.
Then, I read the tag and instantly, every bit of nervousness dissolved. “Grace Woman”, the tag read.
Sweet. The voice of guidance will surprise you in the most delightful ways!
It was such a little thing – a coincidence, a mistake, really. Yet, it changed my whole day: it reminded me that the voice of guidance is always there; always playing with me, dropping signs and messages into my world with whimsy and the most exquisite timing.
It reminds me that even though, every day – every single day – there is something new to push against; this nervousness or some other new challenge pressing against the other side of the gate: a symptom, a pettiness, a habit of settling for less than I know I am capable of, I am going to find, when I wake up, some miracle.
The voice of guidance reminds me:
Wake up anyway.
Wake up earlier
Argue with the other voice that says that life is a string of hardships, designed to trip you up: the voice that says, ‘not yet,’ ‘maybe next week,’ ‘you’re not ready’, ‘not pretty,’ ‘not enough’ to have the life that you want.
The voice of guidance – the voice that whispers, “Go on …”
Ride the bike.
Get the autograph.
Reach for the hand of the person you love.
Put on that new perfume that, even though it makes you feel exposed,as if you were trying too hard, makes you also feel beautiful.
Feel for that voice, even though it’s hard to get past (and through and over and beyond) that knotty thing in the center of the belly that tells you you’re not the kind of person who…
Transcend it, ignore it; that voice misunderstands; it’s forgotten how the world actually works: this sea of miracles where, if you want it, all you need is vision and clarity and intention.
A sea of miracles in which, the moment you ask for more, it’s there – waiting just outside the door, and all you must do is pull it toward you through time and space.
Find the voice of guidance, it’s there, under the knotty thing, whispering…
-make the call
-start the class
-ask the question
-rent the office
-hang the shingle
-send the manuscript.
-add that new ingredient to the sauce you know by heart
-call the person you admire and invite her to lunch
What’s the worst that could happen?
What’s the best that could happen?
Listen for it: the voice of guidance always argues for your greatness, your beauty, your more than enoughness.It has a different tone, a different timbre – it loves you.
So, next time the mean old other voice whispers, “That idea is silly/foolish/lame/old-fashioned/boring/stupid/so yesterday; turn away, turn deeper, listen from that place that knows who you really are – the place where the voice of guidance makes its home:
And follow its lead…
because even though you might …stutter a little/forget your lines/leave out a chunk of content in your first class/ break a heel/skin your knees…
… you will have moved, reached, opened and let yourself live.