12 Signs You Are Having A Psychic Awakening

I suspect everybody has a degree of psychic ability, just as a everybody has a degree of athletic or artistic ability. Some people have special gifts; other people have a particular interest that leads them to develop their abilities. But the phenomenon itself is ordinary and widespread.” 
~ Michael Crichton

I’ve had many people asking me about the difference between Spiritual Awareness and Psychic Awakening since my post a few days ago. Spiritual awareness leads to an opening of our hearts and to a period of personal and spiritual growth. Psychic Awakening leads to an opening of our hearts, to personal and spiritual growth AND an unmistakable, unignorable call to a path of service.

Here are twelve signs that what you’re experiencing is an awakening of your psychic abilities. You may have experienced any or all of these:

1. Crowds become overwhelming, distressing and make you feel psychically battered and energetically drained.

2. Your dreams become increasing vivid and seem to contain messages, information and symbols that go beyond what your normal subconscious would put on the nightly view-screen of the inside of your eyelids. You remember these dreams and keep thinking about them during the day, trying to work out what they mean.

3. You become confused at what people tell you, when part of you knows that the words they are saying don’t match their emotions, inner thoughts or energy. You can’t put it into words, but you feel that conflict and find it disturbing. You have no way to prove what you feel.

4. You get feelings of heat in your palms and fingers, your feet, around your heart, on your forehead around your third eye chakra, or in the top of your head. You may also get a sensation of moving energy or tingling.

5. Your sleep becomes disturbed. You wake up at 2am, wide awake and waiting for something. But what? Weirdly, by about 4am you can get back to sleep again, and you don’t become tired from this crazy routine.

6. You become suddenly attracted to crystals, healing arts and metaphysical tools. You may feel energy in stones, places or people, or access impressions or information if you touch a person or an object.

7. You get a fullness or a choking sensation in your throat (or throat chakra) like something is stuck there, or you want to speak, but there isn’t anything you can think of to say.

8. Electro-magnetic energy, wi-fi and electrical fields make you feel fuzzy, off-balance or exhausted. You feel immediately better in nature, or out of cities.

9. Your sense of deja vu increases and you experience moments of having been somewhere before, reliving a conversation or performing an activity again, even if it really is the first time you have experienced this thing.

10. You know things about people or situations that prove to be correct, even though there is no way you could have consciously known about those things.

11. You have been compelled to make sudden changes in your life, such as giving up smoking or drinking alcohol, or leaving a long-term relationship. Or you haven’t done it yet but you’re seriously thinking about it and know it’s inevitable that you will.

12. You should be happy but… your life doesn’t feel like it fits anymore and you no longer feel like you know who you are, what you want or where you are going even if from the outside you look like you’ve got it all together. You’ll also feel like no-one will understand if you try to explain how you feel.

If this sounds like you, please don’t feel that there is something wrong with you, or that you are going crazy. Intuitive ability and psychic awakening is a normal part of our soul’s development. Modern western culture may no longer recognise the path you are taking, but it is very real, and you are not alone in this journey.

Trust that your time is now, and that you are very much needed in the world. Know that there is a place for you here in my tribe, and that I value you and all you are experiencing. Stay tuned for next Tuesday’s blog, where I’ll have all the details of my new Online Spiritual Mentoring Course for people who are going through Psychic Awakening.

Much love, Nicole xoxo

Up all night, talking to Ghosts

Image from Soul Service

Image from Soul Service

“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.” 
Salman RushdieThe Satanic Verses

 

I’m late blogging today, but I have an excuse. I was up all night, talking to ghosts. Well, one ghost actually.

This morning I was shaken, fragile and exhausted.

And then his mother rang me…

I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.  Right now I need to ground myself in this world, and in the comfort of hugs, mugs of tea, and playtime with my dogs. I need a quiet moment to let this all settle.

Much love to you, Nicole xx

The Silver-Blue Light of Love

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”
~ WILLIAM BLAKE

 

If I’m going to tell you about the Owls and the Orchard Man, I’d better first tell you about the Silver-Blue Light.  It was probably one of my first memories of psychic phenomena, and it is seared into my memory as clear as the night it happened.

My sister and I were tucked up in the little bedroom we shared in our childhood home.  It was late enough that our suburban street was all asleep, and a soft summer breeze moved the gauzy curtains slightly.  I was four years old, and my sister was two and a half.  Moonlight flooded our room.  I was awake because my sister was fretful, tossing and turning with a fever.  She had the bed closest to the window.  I lay with my back to her, watching the patterns that the moonlight and the leaves of the trees made on the wall beside me.

Simone wouldn’t settle and so I climbed into bed with her, but it was distressing because she wasn’t really aware that I was there.

The room gradually became illuminated with a soft silvery blue light.  It was different to the moonlight, but the shadows on the wall beside me became more indistinct.  Suddenly a lady was in our room.  She was pretty, with shiny hair caught up on her head, and a long dress with a skirt that puffed out a little, and was fitted around the waist and chest. A very old-fashioned lady, not old like my grandmothers, but old enough to be a mummy.

Gently she took my hand and led me back to my own bed.  Then she sat down on the edge of Simone’s bed and I lay there, mesmerised, as she stroked my sister’s hair and sang to her.  I couldn’t understand the words, and I knew it was another language.  My sister settled under her watchful care, and then woke up.

I heard the lady whisper to Simone, and then my sister replied ‘Wee’ in her little voice. It worried me to hear her say that.  Did she need to go to the potty?

It was only as an adult that I realised my sister had said ‘Oui’ and that the lady had been speaking French.

Then I was asleep, dreaming that I was a big girl, in my ‘other life’.  I dreamed of a place that my imagination would ever after lead me back to when I was sick, lonely or afraid.  It’s a place I still dream about, and it’s so important to me that it has worked its way into a book I am writing, about pirates and fairies and the end of the world…

I hadn’t thought much about that beautiful lady in recent years, until she turned up in my orchard a few months ago.

She’s the reason the Orchard Man has been waiting.  But she didn’t come because of him.  She came to see me….

And I know who she is now. But that’s a story for tomorrow.

Much love to you ♥ Nicole xx

This post brought to you by Randall…

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” 
~ Roald Dahl

Hi. I’m Randall. I live in Nicole’s garden, and I keep an eye on things for her. I’ve given her the morning off from blogging.  She was up all night with the hooting owls, the flutter of bats, and all manner of strange visitations.

The Orchard Man was back, swinging his lantern around in the cold last night. And some other lady. She was new, the lady.  Haven’t seen her before.

It happens like that around here sometimes. Oh, the things I have seen…

But of course, we gnomes never tell.  We pride ourselves in that.

Maybe Nicole will tell you all about it herself one day.  Or maybe not.

For now, I’m getting back to minding the crystals, and watching young Harry run around like a loon on the rain-soaked grass. Nice talking to you.  Might see you around.

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