Being psychic is one of those things that sounds sexier than it is. Like a dentist. And just like a dentist – you soon find out that most people are terrified of you and you gotta face some seriously hectic caca. 😂😉😅👍 Good times.
After working on and off as an intuitive coach and guide (aka – psychic) for over 20 years, I’m just shy of a year of no longer just dishing out psychic juju to others, but instead, becoming a walking breathing experiment of what will happen if I actually follow my own guidance. I know. It’s a revelation right? 🤪
Let me assure you, being the psychic juju weaver is a lot easier than getting in the hot seat. Receiving the messages is the easy part. Actioning these bad boys is a whole other empanada.
The first thing I’ll say is that if you’re committed to following your inner voice, you can kiss your attachment to routine goodbye. Cos, if your inner voice is anything like mine, that li’l sugar pea is a wild, free, f*cker who won’t be pinned down by any system, especially your own self-created one.
I love me a safe, cosy, structured system. But after driving 27 hours and landing in my new hood, my intuition told me to give myself a month and let it guide the new system. Patience is apparently a thing. I have 4 more sleeps before the month is out and we can have our final wrestling showdown for power in the ring of my life. 😅😅😅😂👍💫😉
I’ll give you a play by play so you get the gist of one day in my hot seat in real time. 😅🙌😉
It’s 6.30am and my eyes fling open. Apparently it’s time to get on my laptop and start redoing my cv for this new life upgrade situation that’s happening. So, diligent little spaniel that I am to this barbaric inner voice, I’m up. It’s 7 degrees so the heater is on, I’m layered like an Italian nonna’s lasagna and I’m listening hard.
My edits are happening with deep breaths. Holy mercy, these puppies want me to get my safely incubated visions for my greatest life and start actioning them. This feels like the dental assistant has thrown me in the chair (in a non kinky way) and said – your turn baby. Your turn. I know it’s time to start leading but I’m peeing my pants in the dental chair, with every word I receive.
I wrestle with these CV editing demons for a few hours before fleeing them for food and sunlight.
After an online winter thermal purchase distraction the voice strikes again.
Go to the lake – NOW.
Fine! I’m going I’m going. I know the spot they want me to go to, so I add my outdoor lasagna layer coat and set myself up on the jetty. It’s glorious in a King Lear windy AF kind of way. And I’m not there long before a random dood appears who clearly wants to chat.
‘Whatcha doin here?’
‘Just enjoying the sun,’ I reply politely.
‘No but, whatcha doing here?’
Apparently my answer is insufficient. He’s expectant, like he ain’t moving until I throw another info pellet his way. ‘I’m taking a break from work. I help people connect with their intuition.’
He looks at me all poker face Bambi.
‘What’s intuition?’
My jaw lands on the jetty.
But home boy is already his own guru today.
‘Is that like regret or is it like dreams? Is it the past or the future?’
Instantly this goes from a kiddie’s wading pool to the outer reef in about .25 seconds.
He starts telling me about his political aspirations for leading his community and instantly we are neck deep in an hour long chat about honorable leadership with integrity. Whaaaaaat?
OK OK – I’m listening! Don’t fight the CV Gods. Or they will manifest as a random human on the jetty. Noted. 😂
Now I’m guided to pick up the random book I was told to buy last week that I’m apparently ready for now. For 90 pages, I can see the CV Gods have gone for the triple message as I read about how to hack the brain to lead like a boss – but a happy friendly Mamma Surf boss. Basically, how ya gotta be inspired to lead well and not lead like a controlling psycho cos then it’s Grade One all over cos everyone just wants to spit at you and chew their snuggle toys. Got it. Psycho bad. Mumma Surf good. 😂🙌👍
Now a voice says – Netflix film, two words, Love, something. Like interrupted, but something else. So I look in the search bar and sure enough there’s a film. Love, Divided. Ooooh – you guys are on fire today! 👏🥳
It’s a Spanish rom com about two singles who meet via their dividing non sound proof apartment wall. The main character is a singer songwriter and her music takes me on a Spanish Ballad Spotify journey that’s threatening to turn into a new obsession whilst throwing an instant grenade at my Spotify algorithm.
But I’m listening. I’m listening.
And more importantly, I’m excited AF.
Spanish pop ballads. I forgot that was even a thing.
A thing that apparently I love really hard.
But now it’s time to get a bunch of the wealth mindset reprogramming audios and turn them into a playlist to play tonight, while I sleep. Apparently I gotta rewire my dodgy small time thinking synapses with some big leader visionary mindset playlist. It’s happening.
I watch an 8 minute animated film about two gay birds advocating for their place on Noah’s Arc and go to bed happy in the absolute not knowing of it all. I wake about four times to pee, but feel surprisingly chipper each time since I’ve got a reprogramming livestream on repeat making me feel that I can handle the universe so peeing is definitely no problema.
None of this makes much sense.
My life is like the love child between a 20,000 piece jigsaw and a Rubicks cube. And God.
I’m looking at the chaos in wonder.
I truly don’t know what is happening here.
Something to do with leadership.
Something to do with my performing artist that’s been mostly dormant but is apparently fighting for another round in my life.
Witty AF Gay birds fighting for their right to a place on the planet, in short film.
This is not the spreadsheet masterplan my safe cosy me wants.
But I’m excited deep in ma bones.
Cos, sheesh caramba, when this thing comes to life, it’s gonna be spectacular!