The arts act as portals into intuition throughout
the year. At holidays, they sneak into gift choices and pleasant activities.
When I was a child, Santa brought me books. Except for
two gifts, the baby doll that 34 years later looked like my son, and my
favorite Betty Crocker Junior Baking Kit, books were my best presents. Stories
meant I could lose myself in the past or the future. That letting go spurred me
to move outside my body into other realms, to help me perform music and work on
murder cases with police.
In school, I was a poor artist who couldn’t relax,
but as I practiced piano, I could pretend to waltz in a white French wig, or come
alive in the hills of Germany with the Sound of Music.
Now, when I prepare for my psychic work, I use music
as a portal. You know how music transports you to other feelings and places?
That’s what I use, that floating ability to let go of the here and now, to
carry my brain away from the confines of exactness.
At the holidays, I use intuition and insight when I
choose a gift for a loved one, and when I sing songs or tell old stories. Every
year, my perception is altered by the people around me and my own unique mind
set.
At the end of this year, let us bring love and
intuition to the forefront. As they said in the 1960s, hang a little bit loose
and stay groovy.
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