Please don’t call the men in the white truck just yet, BUT…
…I have lately been listening to voices in my head.
Well, one of them anyway.
I used to ignore them all, taking the line that they were just the thrashings of my ego, and should be ignored in favour of Zen style no-mind, but I have decided that I will listen to this one particular voice as she is a good ‘un, methinks.
Yes, she is female, and quietly spoken and positive, encouraging, wise, non-judgmental. She is the voice of Yin itself. If she is just a figment of my imagination, then so be it, but she is a helpful figment so I’m letting her in to my life.
She is my intuition. Maybe she is Intuition herself.
Seeing as I like to make up names and titles and find yummy word combinations, I have am calling her the Quiet Oracle.
Ooh, and I am learning to read Tarot cards. I believe, or I am choosing to believe anyway, that the Quiet Oracle has suggested (she doesn’t demand, just nudges you and gives you quiet, caring advice) that I should. Here’s what happened: I was goofing off at work searching the internet and wondering whether I should learn more about the I Ching or get into Tarot instead when a package came for me, as in somebody literally dropped a postal package on my desk. In it was a set of Tarot cards and a book, an unsolicited gift from a client who I helped place some advertising in our magazine.
Now if that wasn’t a sign then
it was a coincidence I don’t know what a sign looks like.
Oh God, I sound like a New Ager, heaven help me, NOOOOoooo!!!
Anyway, back to work…