The Week Ahead – Oracle Reading for Monday 9 January

Wisdom

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
~ Aristotle

 

Hello, Lovelies!

Here’s the oracle card I have chosen this Monday, and my take on the energetic outlook for the week ahead.

‘Wisdom’ is from the Chakra Wisdom Oracle Deck by Tori Hartman.

The week ahead is so well suited to supporting us as we seek to find direction, a path to follow, or a deeper sense of who we are and why we are here.

This week, tune in. How you do that is up to you. Get quiet. Go for a walk. Spend some time journalling. Play with your oracle or tarot cards. Do some yoga. Be in your body. Be with your soul. Listen to music. Get into your heart space. Take yourself on a little adventure that reconnects you to your sense of self.

My Year of ME Planner is also a great tool for tuning in! And it’s not too late to join our year-long course and community or to get some more intensive coaching with me for the year ahead. More details here and in my Shop.

Here's my own 2017 Planner, and my 2017 gratitude stone, my 2017 crystal pack, and the oracle cards I'm going to use for the year ahead. Pretty delicious, huh?

Here’s my own 2017 Planner, and my 2017 gratitude stone, my 2017 crystal pack, and the oracle cards I’m going to use for the year ahead. Pretty delicious, huh?

This week things will become clearer. You’ll become aware of what needs to be healed or changed in your life.

Or you’ll suddenly see a way forward with these things that you were already aware of but were stuck on.

You’ll become better aware of what heals and nurtures you.

You’ll become better aware of what limits or poisons you.

Once you know that, move toward what is beneficial, and away from what is not.

Your heart will call to you. Your wise self will whisper to you. There is a place within you that always knows, and that will always guide you true.

All you need to do to work that out is tune in. Be still. And wait for the answers to come. As you slow down (even just for a few minutes each day) you begin to connect into your own intuitive wisdom, your own heart centre, your inner compass.

This week supports us to bring our lives back into balance and to do some physical and emotional spring cleaning.

It’s a great week for starting a new health regime, for cleaning up your diet, for getting your body moving again.

Get a massage.

Book in with a counsellor, a coach, a chiropractor, a therapist, your tax advisor or accountant.

What a beautiful week to help set us up in more balanced and healthy ways for 2017!

Supportive crystals this week? Citrine, Chrysocolla, Aventurine and Amethyst. Helpful essential oils? Young Living’s Clarity essential oil blend, or  a combination (or singly!) of any of basil, lemon, rosemary and geranium.

Let yourself move back to a place of hope and optimism this week. Know that you have the capacity to reinvent yourself and to follow your dreams.

Holding you, as always, in my thoughts, prayers and meditations.  All my love,

Nicole ❤ xx

Mini-Retreat Day 5 – Our Final Day

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“Connecting with yourself and knowing yourself is a monumental and life changing event.”
~ Bryant McGill

 

It’s the final day of our Accelerated Channelling retreat today, although we still have another month together of online lessons and sharing.

It’s also the final day of your Mini-Retreat, although you still have a whole lifetime of being able to work with your Higher Self, your Guides and Angels and you, of course!

We are at the beginning of a new energetic era. Everything is faster. Spiritual connection comes quickly. Psychic abilities develop easily. This is an era of communication, collaboration, integration and balanced energy.

In this new era you cannot have spiritual and psychic development without also having personal development. This is a journey of integrated growth. Of being in alignment with your heart, your values and your soul calling.

So on this last day of our retreat, I am calling on you to sit quietly with yourself and feel into that space within. Psychic development must be about your own journey first.

Today sit awhile with your soul. Call upon your Higher Self and your Guides and Angels if needed. Use your journal and your cards. Sit in nature and allow yourself the gift of deep listening. And then consider these questions. Let the answers come, and then sit again, just listening. Let the awareness and the questions and answers sit with you. Don’t feel that you need to act or to understand all at once. Clarity and wisdom often take time.

Questions to explore:

  • Where am I out of alignment?
  • Where is my integrity compromised?
  • Where am I moving in the right direction? (Celebrate this and then go deeper with this direction. Where else can you go? What comes next?)
  • Where can I end things?
  • Where can I begin?
  • What are my gifts?
  • How can I best serve myself, my loved ones and humanity?

Thank you so much for joining us as we have journeyed through the past five days. The remainder of this week and next are a fabulous time for further insights, self enquiry and clarity of direction. I hope that you are able to make use of the energies to deepen your connection to soul and source.

Holding you, as ever, in my thoughts and meditations, Nicole xx

 

Poems, Prayers and Promises

Image from miriadna.com

Image from miriadna.com

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
~ Mary Oliver

 

I saw a new lyme doctor yesterday. Why a new doctor? It goes like this:

The first doctor I saw diagnosed me but wouldn’t treat me because ‘lyme was contentious and he was trying to fly under the radar’. My second doctor treated me aggressively with antibiotics and herbs, saving my life. The AMA put restrictions on his practice and prevented him from offering treatment to lyme patients. My third doctor – highly respected as a lyme physician here in Australia – had one appointment with me, where he prescribed a new and intense drug regime, shortly after which he took leave of absence for health reasons. I waited and waited for him to come back to work, and then found out in late December that he was no longer treating lyme patients as their immediate physician.

Meanwhile symptoms I’d not had for a long time had flared up, new problems had emerged, and I was keen to find someone who knew what they were doing and who could offer me continuity of care. After realising there was no-one in charge of me and not likely to be for some time I’ve been winging it, with a little help from my kind and courageous GP, and my own intuition. Winging it, I think I’ve done quite well, but still, I’m no doctor.

As you might imagine, I woke apprehensive. Discussions with other doctors had suggested that this year I’d have an even more harsh offering of drugs to take. That this year would need to be hard-core to make up the ground I’d so recently lost. I’d been told I’d need to see this new doctor and follow her own strict protocols as well as conventional lyme protocols for at least a year to get results.

I’m so tired of the pain, the brutality, the isolation imposed by both the disease and the treatment. As I lay in bed yesterday I offered up a prayer to the Universe. Let me get my answer today, I affirmed. I promise that whatever I am shown, I will honour that path.

In my mind I’d already decided that this doctor would be the last one. Intuition had led me to her. I’d already been given guidance in my channelled sessions that this year I would eventually forgo drugs. I would eventually forsake the last vestiges of traditional medicine, and I would find a way to heal, thoroughly and well.

This is it, I thought. My last roll of the dice.

But it didn’t feel like luck. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, from which I would either fall or fly.

Paradigm shift. They were the words that kept playing in my head. Those words and the fragment of a Mary Oliver poem, Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Image from Terri Pope

Image from Terri Pope

I knew I was missing something. Some vital thing. A  key that would unlock this whole mess. A clue that would break me open and in the same breath begin to piece me back together again; gently, gracefully and with meaning.

I sat in the doctor’s office and we talked shop. Drugs, stats, bloods, symptoms, history. The usual. All the things she’d asked for.

‘You’re psychic,’ she said, reading my file, where for once I’d been bold enough to list that as my occupation. ‘That’s a real gift. Intelligent too, I can see. No-one would have developed this complexity of treatment protocols for themselves without deep intelligence.’

She looked at me, and held my gaze. ‘This isn’t my usual approach. But I assume you’re good at what you do too. I can see you have most of this under control. I don’t need to spend time discussing diet and nutrition with you. You’ve done most of the things I would recommend. I can see how sick you’ve been. How sick you still are. And you and I both know I can’t heal you – that healing comes from some other place. So, what do you need to heal – quickly, easily and with grace? How could you love your dis-ease?’

This wasn’t how I’d expected the session to go. I’d expected that she would tell me.

‘It’s funny,’ I said to her after pausing to gather my thoughts. ‘I fought so hard not to be psychic. But lyme stripped everything else away from me until it was the only thing left that I could do.’

I thought a bit more, and a realisation came to me like rays of light penetrating a deep dark forest. ‘You know,’ I said, leaning towards her, ‘when I do my psychic work, no matter how ill I might be, I move into a different space. A higher vibration. For that time I operate as if I don’t have lyme. And the effect lasts for a few hours afterwards, before I eventually come back into this disease state.’

She kept looking at me, holding that space for me, and suddenly I knew. Words tumbled out of me…

‘I’ve been so ashamed to be who I am. To be psychic. I’ve felt so guilty that I did not turn out the way my parents and teachers expected. The way society expected.’ I knew it to be true as they were coming out of my mouth. Guilt. Shame. Judgement. Such low vibration words. The complete opposite of the way I felt when I was firmly in my truth, owning my gift and living as a psychic, a shaman, as a spirit woman, guide and teacher. There I was open, I was light, I was in flow and everything in the world was beautiful and good. I was everything and everything was in me, and it was all as it should be. Peaceful. Blissful. Oneness.

There was more. I realised that I’d always held an expectation that when I eventually became well, that I should go back to my corporate life – the life in which my family and I had been so invested.

How could I ever be well when being well would mean walking away from my soul truth and my integrity to go back to living a life path dictated by others?

The shift in me was strong and immediate. Peace surged through me and calm lit every cell.

All I needed to do was own who I am. The beauty and the power and the strange rightness of this life. Of my skills and talents. Of my passion and my gift.

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Image from wallarthd.com

We both decided I need a light amount of drugs for a mop-up of one of my co-infections. A little retweaking of this and that, some healing and rewiring at an energetic level. I’ll keep using my herbs and essential oils. I’ll keep using my meditation and energetic healing. We’ll play it by ear, listen to my body’s own wisdom and see where that takes me. There’s some rebuilding to be done, some repair. But it is all fixable. It’s already shifting.

Finally, I have found a doctor who speaks my language and who can respect and mirror back to me what I most need to hear.

When I got home there was a message in my inbox. Dana, my PA, had forwarded me a poem sent by a lady called Illona. Thank you, Illona. It was so very timely.

It’s no coincidence that it’s also a Mary Oliver Poem.

I present the message in its entirety below:

Message: Nicole, I see this so much as who you are:

 

Today again I am hardly myself.

It happens over and over.

It is heaven-sent.

 

It flows through me

like the blue wave.

Green leaves – you may believe this or not – have once or twice emerged from the tips of my fingers

somewhere

deep in the woods,

in the reckless seizure of spring.

Though, of course, I also know that other song, the sweet passion of one-ness.

Just yesterday I watched an ant crossing a path, through the tumbled pine needles she toiled.

And I thought: she will never live another life but this one.

And I thought: if she lives her life with all her strength

is she not wonderful and wise?

And I continued this up the miraculous pyramid of everything

until I came to myself.

And still, even in these northern woods, on these hills of sand, I have flown from the other window of myself to become white heron, blue whale,

red fox, hedgehog.

Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!

Sometimes already my heart is a red parrot, perched among strange, dark trees, flapping and screaming.

— Mary Oliver

 

big hugs

Oh my goodness how that validated everything I had seen and felt and known earlier that day. It was as if the Universe herself had turned up in my inbox to reflect to me the truth of that insight I was finally brave enough to own in my heart.

There is such wisdom and grace in the world when you open yourself to it.

Bless xoxo