The Way Of Intuition

Political argument only polarizes my vitality. The transforming energy that surges through the earth now vibrates faster than my pitiful intellect could ever conceptualize. There is a better way for me to seek guidance, the Way of Intuition.

Like a camel in the desert when the rider drops the reign, the wise animal of my heart leads me directly to the wellspring. It is not necessary for me to identify with all the chaos and hatred bubbling up to the surface of the world, the dregs of purgation. Negativity stuffed inside the human psyche for centuries is spilling out, dissolving into thin air. This is a temporary phase-transition, cleansing channels for the light.

As Shakespeare wrote, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." Let the devils pass through, like clouds through the sky. I don't give them substance by clinging to outrage. This only makes me look more like them, which is exactly what they want. The demonic is making its last stand, and cannot endure the sunlight.

Instead, one can shift attention to the unspeakable radiance of Beauty that floods awareness right now, replacing the mud of the past with the vibrancy of a New Creation. One can allow the divine rose of Christ Consciousness to blossom out of the mire, breathe the inner Sun into the outer world through the heart chakra, and be a co-creator with the Logos.

Yes, there is a no-nonsense way of intuitive living. It is a pathless path of spiritual sensation, rather than anxious over-thinking. One can allow a perpetual blossoming of Presence, instead of plodding the old linear journey through time, toward an ever-uncertain future. But we've been stuck on the linear path of duration for so many lives, we assume it is the only way to grok the world. Life is not a corridor, but a flower, spiraling outward in all directions at once.

Each moment, remaining in the moment, let your attention respond to the positive energy, not the negative. Follow what opens, rather than whats closes. Be drawn to the ember-glow instead of the shadow, the warmth instead of the chill. We sense this through the finest level of feeling, not through the busy-ness of mind. Like a late Autumn dahlia, or the final rose, let yourself bend toward golden light. Allow, allow, allow.

If you gently follow what kindles and expands the heart, rather than what chills and contracts it, something deeper inside you than mind will give infallible guidance. The hridaya-chakra is a stained glass mandala, like the rose window in Chartres Cathedral. The millions of neurons in the cardiac plexus are hosts of angels. The luminous warmth that flows through your chest is God.

Painting: by friend and water color master Marney Ward