The Voice
“There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long
I know that this is right for me, I know that this is wrong
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend,
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you, just listen to, the voice that speaks inside.”
- Shel Silverstein
Do you listen to the murmurings, the nudges, the gut feelings, the whispering of your intuitive voice? I do. I haven’t always. I do know that if you do not pay attention to the tiny voice inside it will get LOUDER to get your attention. To awaken you. Maybe by an illness. A job loss. A divorce. An accident. A death of a loved one. A pandemic.
Your life can change directions in a second. When you begin to listen intently to your intuitive voice it will guide you. Your soul is beckoning you to “go within” to find the answers. Maybe it is time to tap into your inner knowing. Who would have thought that God/source hid all of the answers within each and everyone of us and right under our noses!
By becoming still and breathing with awareness through meditation, you can access the vastness at your core. Afterall, you were breathed into this life by divine design. Will you heed the call? Do you dare to dig deeper within yourself to mine the treasures within? Allow me to share my journey. Come, walk with me, breathe with me, and notice if anything inside of you is longing to be heard and shared with humanity. What arises within you?
I was born into a large, Irish, Catholic, family in the early 60’s. It was a fertile training ground for my spiritual life. I was born on Ash Wednesday. My nickname is Angelface. I am the 10th child of 12. I was extremely shy. I learned at a young age to not make too much noise. To not get into trouble. To be seen, but not heard...sometimes to not even be seen. We had the freedom of playing outside from morning until night time with little supervision. I was taught to take care of everyone else. My needs came last on the list and sometimes they didn’t even make the list. I know the role of the sacrificing feminine all, too, well.
I was fed, sheltered, and my clothes were always cleaned and pressed. I was educated in the Catholic and public schools and graduated from the University of Minnesota with a degree in Social Work. I have always felt the call to help others. My parents did their best. My siblings and I did alot of our own parenting. I did what I was told. I grew up thinking that I had no voice. I was just trying to survive. I was hiding myself.
I have been on a spiritual quest for years. The Catholic upbringing no longer fit. I am not sure if it ever did. The rote message…”I am not worthy to receive you, only say the word and I shall be healed”, the shame, the guilt, the fear, did not work for me. A seed was planted in me...call it faith, a belief in a higher consciousness, a longing for something deeper. I was being called in a different direction. I set out to find my own path to learn and listen to the knowingness I felt in my bones.
I find solace and sanctuary in speaking authentically from my heart. Words are powerfully healing when spoken with peace, love, kindness, compassion, and truthfulness. I hold sacred space for all to be who they are and where they are on their own journey. We are all children of God. The divine. The energy of the Universe.
We live in a world filled with distractions. Life is either chaotic or too quiet. We try to silence the tiny voice within our internal landscape by reaching for or grasping for some external pacifier to fill the void. Cell phones. TV. Food. Coffee. Alcohol. Gambling. Drugs. Shopping. Exercising. Sex, or work. Whatever your proclivities are, you are being drawn away from your truest self at your core. Can you take a moment to just breathe and remember that you are a human being not just a human doing?
This is a personal invitation for you to take a moment and get quiet. A mini meditation gift to yourself. I like to light a candle to make the space sacred. Sit up tall. Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Take a few cleansing breaths in through the nose and out of the mouth...aaahhhhh.
Inhale and lift your shoulders up, back and down on the exhale. Roll your shoulders a few times in one direction and then reverse the direction. Roll your head slowly with the breath in clockwise direction. Bring your head back to center and reverse direction. Place one hand over your heart and one on your lower abdomen. Breathe. Take a moment to slow down and just breathe. Can you feel your heart beating? The rise and fall of your abdomen? A yogi once said, “Become so still you can hear the blood flowing through your veins.” (Mirabai-India)
When you enter that quiet space, ask yourself, “What do I need to know now?” Listen for the answers. I have come to understand that prayers are how we communicate with God, angels, ascended masters, ancestors and guides. When we are meditating, they talk to us. You just have to make the time to get quiet and listen. Give the gift of quietude to yourself...you might just find peace.
As I wrote above, this quest of mine did not happen overnight. It has been a long, winding, falling down on my knees, sometimes crawling and getting back up, inspiring, soul searching, journey of everything in my existence that has led me to this place. Everything we experience in life shapes us. Writing this blog is a way for me to share what has shaped me.
Angela O'Brien-Greywitt, Intuitive Mystic
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