Original post written on June 26, 2019.
That afternoon more than seven years ago was all I could think about last night as I finally took the plunge and decided to see if I could read my parents’ auras.
I was so nervous.
In fact, I’ve been anxious about my spiritual abilities from the moment I started to realize I just might have (which, it turns out, I do) them over a decade ago. I did my utmost to push them away for years using weapons such as doubt, logic, anger, fear, and earthly devices. All I really succeeded at doing, however, was slowing them down.
That’s why slowly opening myself up to my abilities over the past few months through the comfort of two, brand new tarot decks has been one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done. Countering my doubts, disbelief, and earthly darkness has also been extremely challenging; it’s a process in itself.
Then, five days ago, I entered what has been a slowly deepening phase of increased intuition, awareness, and spiritual advancement. I won’t pretend I haven’t tried to resist it; it’s a habit I’m trying to break, as much as it frightens me to do so. However, I’ve done my utmost over the past few days to let my newfound willingness persevere. And, with each day that passes, it’s getting easier. I’m slowly beginning to trust the goodness of this divine strangeness in a manner similar to how I trust Prabhu (God) himself.