We all have Super Powers
Going with the flow, listening to your heart, Higher Self or Spirit Team, the Universe are all different ways of saying the same thing. If you didn’t already know we all have psychic abilities. Some of us are tuned in and turned on, and some of us are afraid of our own power or just don’t know. I’m here to tell you that you are that—you are magical.
When we become more open to something that our two eyes can’t see, it helps us to navigate these challenging and changing times. I’ll give you an example of how intuition and extra sensory abilities help us navigate life’s rollercoaster ride.
And don’t feel too bad for me. I’m okay. My father passed away on March 3rd at 11 PM. That night I woke at 10 pm and didn’t return to sleep. My younger daughter woke as well around that time and ended up sleeping with us. She was cute and taking up all my side of the bed, so I came out into what we call the yoga room, paly room, Nana and Pop Pops room (when they visit because there is a Murphy bed in the wall). I rested, I breathed, and I didn’t sleep in the yoga hammock. I knew before my brother called that my father had passed.
Two months prior I had the urge to quit the last few yoga/fitness classes I was teaching. To clear my schedule and get ready for something. I didn’t know at the time what that something was. Now I do and I’m grateful that I listened to my Higher Self. I wasn’t just clearing the way for time to mourn. I cleared the way for time to heal. I didn’t just clear the way for time to mourn and heal. I cleared the way for a new different way of living.
I’ve been booking out more Intuitive Healing Sessions, which are part Mediumship, part Spirit, part Reiki/Source Healing. So, the less time running to studios has been nice. I miss my regular schedule and yes, I do feel a little lost in the void and I’m also happy to be doing things I love with the people I love.
Back to my dad: I was able to drive four hours to see him and say good-bye about nine days before he passed. (I am so grateful to you John for driving me up there and back in the same day. Thank you.) I looked my dad in his eyes and placed my hand on his forearm and I said, “I want you to know you are loved. I don’t think you heard that enough in this lifetime. And you need to hear it.” I played and sang Amazing Grace, which is his favorite hymn with tears strolling down my face as he fell in and out of consciousness.
My father had a difficult childhood. Not one adult in his life told him he was innately good. That he didn’t have to chase anything or do anything to prove that he had a right to exist here on this Earth. His parents grew up during the great depression. They grew up in lack mentality. There was little joy in his home life growing up. He became a narcissist. I forgive him for the childhood of mental and physical abuse that I endured. I forgive him because he was only doing what had been done to him.
No more running. No more working too hard or donating my time and energy for free. No more. I am enough. When I sat in his hospital room with my Ukulele around my neck, I spoke to him telepathically and I told him to go to the towards the light when he is ready and to not be afraid. I told him to go towards the Unconditional Love that he disserves. And when he went—he did! It was so beautiful.
Many Blessings to you,
Sarah Rose Reilly