For the past ten days I’ve been engaged in an experiment of listening to my inner guidance, what I call the “still, small voice within you.” The plan is to try this for 30 days for a kind of inner reboot.
It is way harder than it sounds. (It’s also way easier when I just let go.) But it has revealed some interesting patterns about my parenting style, my interactions with authority figures, and the child within me.
When I began the experiment I had no idea what to expect. I’m a professional channel (I tell people, tongue-in-cheekly, that this is like being a psychic only better, but it’s really more like a spiritual counselor) and I listen to a panoply of voices inside me all the time. We all have them. I remember fighting with mine a few years ago, the voice that for years had said things like, “You’re fat. You’re ugly. You’re hopeless,” and I finally kicked that one to the curb, so now I’m left with the voice that comes from a place of acceptance and appreciation.
We all need that.
But in this past ten days I’ve been sort of butting heads with this voice, as encouraging as it is. Resistance to inner authority, I guess, and a holdover from feeling like a child being ordered about anybody taller than me.
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