An Afternoon Concert for My Cows

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“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”
~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

 

The first time I heard Albinoni’s Oboe Concert #2 in D Minor I was seven, a little girl sitting in the music room of her primary school, eyes closed as instructed by the teacher who placed a record on a turntable. Suddenly magic was in the room.

Somehow I knew that music. I knew the sound of the oboe. I thrilled with recognition. The way the strings sang and danced their sweet rhythms up and down my skin. The reedy tone of the oboe with its jaunty clarion call. I wanted to dance, to slide and twirl along sprung wooden floors, toes pointed and skirts swaying. The pictures it brought to my imagination!

But I’m sure I’d never heard that music before. Not in this lifetime anyway.

After our class I determinedly stayed behind to ask the teacher what the strange and beautiful music was, and she obligingly wrote it down for me on a scrap of paper. Years later, as a young adult, it was one of the first music CDs I ever bought for myself.

Yesterday afternoon I played that same Albinoni concert again. I cranked up the stereo, and let the music seep deep inside me.

Shortly after the music began, the cows all looked up. Transfixed they came closer. Closer.

After which they settled themselves down and for the next hour we all sat together, quietly listening to a selection of Albinoni’s music.

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When it was over they all stood up again and wandered away.

What a magical sharing we had.

I never knew that my cows were fans of Albinoni too. 🙂

And I wonder – thinking back to my first encounter with the music of Albinoni which left me with tears streaming down my cheeks in a class full of seven-year-olds who were all otherwise fidgety, bored and bothered, – has that ever happened to you? That you’ve heard music, or eaten a particular dish or gone to a certain unfamiliar place and thrilled with recognition at a soul level when by rights this thing should be strange and unknown? I’d love to hear from you!

 

Here’s a little snippet of the music we enjoyed yesterday:

A happy dancing tune…

A reflective and deeply emotive piece…

 

Premonitions, Traffic Jams and Prayers

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Recently I was driving from my farm back to Brisbane, a two hour drive – mostly along a highway – so that I could begin a stretch of work.

The trip started well.  I made good time, it was a beautiful day, and I was enjoying some music, singing along as I drove.  The first hour passed quickly and I began thinking about the next day’s psychic appointments, and the clients I’d be seeing.

But then I started to feel a little nauseous. I began to feel a little anxious.

There was no reason to.  The traffic was flowing freely. The weather was perfect.  I was well rested and stress-free, and it was a beautiful day.

My palms began to sweat.

I was travelling in the far right-hand lane. That’s the faster lane in Australia. Suddenly I began to feel very exposed and unsafe, with the traffic roaring past in the opposite direction just metres from me, separated by a garden bed, and in places a wire rope barrier of sorts.

I felt worse and worse.  That horrible premonition of impending doom. I wondered if I should call my husband, just in case…

But that was silly. There was nothing wrong.

It got to the point where I could no longer stay in that outside lane. I dropped back into a middle lane, and drove more slowly.  Still I couldn’t get that feeling out of my mind, that the traffic on the other side of the road was dangerous – too fast, too close. I began to drive strategically, so that I was shielded from them by a car in the outside lane.

After a while even that didn’t feel any better. I dropped over another lane, so there were two lanes and more cars between me and the oncoming traffic on the other side of the highway. I felt like I was in a war zone, nervously anticipating the next attack.  By now I wasn’t even joking with myself that I might be a bit mental.  Instead I was working very hard to stay calm, and to stay on the road. I felt like I was about to be hit by an oncoming car at any minute.  I could see it and feel it as if it was unfolding in front of me.

Finally the premonition overwhelmed me, and I actually pulled right over to the left and into an emergency stopping bay.  My heart was pounding, and I was close to tears.

I stayed that way for about ten minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, unable to drive. Eventually the feeling passed, and I nudged my car back onto the bitumen.

Just around the bend in the road the traffic slowed.  Then it stopped.  I turned on the radio.  Traffic banked up all around me.  A  sea of stationary vehicles. They broadcast a traffic report – just ahead of us a car had left the other side of the highway and crashed through the barrier before plowing into five cars.  It was a very serious accident, and the highway was now closed in both directions.

I shut down my engine.  I called my husband. And then I prayed for all of the people involved in the accident, the emergency services workers who were helping them, and the families and friends who would pick up the pieces.

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I really believe that my premonition saved my life.  I felt simultaneously guilty and relieved. Guilty, because I was safe.  Relieved, because it hadn’t happened to me.

It was a long, slow trip back to Brisbane, taking nearly five hours. It was agonising to edge past the crash site when they finally opened one lane to traffic again. I could feel the crash, I could feel the panic and the horror and the finality. The feeling didn’t leave me. The people didn’t leave me. That’s what it’s like for me, being psychic.  It’s a blessing, and a raw wound.

But I was safe.  I went back to my home in Brisbane, lit some candles, took out my Tibetan Prayer Bowl, and meditated and prayed until bed.

Sometimes, you just know…

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“Cease trying to work everything out with your minds. It will get you nowhere. Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole life be Revelation.”
Eileen Caddy

Intuition – that’s what I want to talk about today.

We all have it – intuition is a glorious part of our human condition.  Problem is, most of us don’t know how to use it.

Today I’m going to take myself right back to the beginning. I’ll share with you some of the stronger intuitive moments I had before I began to really work with my psychic abilities.  I hope that by sharing them, you’ll be better able to recognise these moments in your own lives.  These aren’t fancy or sophisticated.  These are raw moments that led me to a different decision, understanding or action than if I’d just been coming from my head.

Intuition and gut instinct communicate with us in so many ways. You might get a flash of strong emotion, an image or a movie in your head, a feeling in your body, a sense of deja vu.  You might have an incredibly vivid dream, or a waking dream. Or, you might just know

Some of them weren’t about positive things:

In primary school I woke up in the middle of the night because something was wrong.  I could smell smoke, and I felt very anxious. I padded through the house in my pyjamas, but everyone was asleep and everything was as it should be. I climbed back into bed and all I could think about was a girl I knew at school. I wondered if she was angry with me.  The next morning I found out that her house had burned down in the middle of the night.  They were all okay. And their house was too far away from mine for me to have heard a siren or to have smelled anything.  They lost everything.

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Early in high school, I had a creepy feeling about a family friend. While everyone else liked him, he made me incredibly uneasy. To me his eyes looked ‘too bright’ – like a bird’s eyes’s somehow, always watching, and watching too intensely. Although I couldn’t explain it, I felt very unsafe around him, and I felt that he was full of secrets. Nothing could convince me that he was a nice guy. I could ‘feel’ a wrongness about him somehow.  One day when I was left at home alone with him (he was working as a tradesman and I was home sick from school) he tried to sexually assault me. Mum came home unexpectedly, and I made sure after that to never be around him alone.  Years later, he went to prison – convicted of serial pedophelia and child pornography crimes, mostly against very young boys.

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During a university break, a friend asked me to travel north to pick up a car she had just purchased.  We would drive it home together, stopping at beaches and interesting places along the way. Initially I said yes. It sounded like fun. But then everything seemed to conspire against me. I couldn’t get time off from work, I got food poisoning, one of my grandparents went to hospital. Nothing was working in my favour. I ended up saying no, but instead of feeling bad, I was flooded with this strange sense of relief. About two days after she left for her journey I got this metallic taste in my mouth, and I could smell something like hot brakes on a car.  Then I had a tumbling sensation, like being on one of those wild rides at a sideshow.  It came and went for about a week, and I found it distressing, but I had no idea what it was all about. Then it just stopped.  A few days later my friend’s parents called to me she had rolled her car on a dirt road heading down  a hill to a remote beach, and been badly injured. She spent months in hospital.

Some of my intuitive experiences have also been about very positive things:

At primary school I sat an examination to win a scholarship to one of Brisbane’s private high schools. Part of the examination required us to write creatively using one of a range of sentences as a starter. The words poured out of me and I just knew they were good. Although I felt unsure about my performance with the rest of the long examination, I was sure about that essay.  I knew it would win me a scholarship.  I felt a great certainty. The day that the letter came, I also knew. I just knew something really good was about to happen.  I felt light and happy all day.  When I came home mum had bought a cake and my grandparents had bought me a posy of flowers. My letter of offer was propped up on the kitchen table beside them. I’d won.

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One day I was invited to a costume party.  I had no costume, and no idea where to get one from. I had to drive across town to meet a friend, and for some reason I decided not to take the freeway.  As I drove through a particular suburb, I decided for some inexplicable reason to turn right off the main road.  There in front of me was a massive costume hire place. I felt so very clever! And I found an awesome pirate outfit…

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Many of you will already know this story, and it has happened long after I began working with my psychic gifts.  But it shows you how my intuition is still guiding me, even when my mind is somewhere else.  I was shopping, late one scorchingly hot summer afternoon, and I heard a sound like a peeping chicken in the shopping centre carpark. I couldn’t ignore it.  I was compelled to go and investigate, although I needed to get home because I had plans I’d been looking forward to all day. Something made me get out of the car, and go looking for the chicken. Of course it wasn’t a chicken – instead I found a tiny puppy, almost dead from heat and dehydration. I brought him home, and took him to the vet, who didn’t hold out much hope that he would survive the night. He proved everyone wrong, and Bert is now a wonderful member of our family.

All you ever have to do with your intuition is listen, and go with what you are feeling or being shown. The more you use it, the easier it gets.  We are all intuitive.  That is our birthright. And like me, sometimes in life, for no apparent reason, you’ll just know.

How about you? What has happened for you in your life that was guided by intuition? I’d love to know! Much love to you xx