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<\/p>\nLeaping was easy when you were a kid. It’s time to leap into being the brilliant HSP\u00a0 you were created to be!<\/p>\n
How do you get to be a BADASS<\/strong> . . .\u00a0 the abundantly brilliant, <\/strong>consciously aware<\/strong>, amazingly dynamic, <\/strong>unapologetically adept<\/strong>, and unambiguously sensational <\/strong>being you were created to be?<\/p>\n I wouldn’t necessarily recommend doing it the way I did. You know, the whole dark-night-of-the-soul experience<\/a> that takes you so far down into the morass of hell that you almost forget there’s any other place that ever exited. Yeah, that place. So, no, if you don’t need to go there, don’t.<\/p>\n On the other hand.<\/p>\n Sometimes that’s what it takes to have the psychic opening you need to crack wide the tightly wrapped egg-like structure (feels hard until it breaks at the slightest touch) of the depths of you.<\/p>\n There I was, stuck in British Columbia, in a place I knew nothing about, with people I’d never met, working on a book with a medium<\/em> I had just met, because my dead husband had told her to contact me.<\/p>\n I know. I thought it was nuts, too.<\/p>\n Randy had only died a few months earlier and I was in no condition to travel anywhere. I could barely get out of bed in the morning, let alone think about getting in my car and driving to Canada or to an airport to fly on an actual plane with actual crowds of people. My panic attacks were worsening. I woke up to my heart pounding and went to sleep\u2014eventually and only after sheer exhaustion\u2014with my heart pounding. The incessant, rapid thumping in my chest was telling me, \u201cYou\u2019re in trouble. Your life has caught up to you. You\u2019re dying. You’ll never make it–wherever that might be. Give up.\u201d<\/p>\n Honestly, if it weren\u2019t for this woman\u2019s phone call (\u201cHello, my name is ____ and Randy told me to call you to say we have to work together on a book\u201d) I may have opted out. The discomfort of living in my own body with my own thoughts and my own emotions was so great that shutting down once and for all felt like a viable option.<\/p>\n Without explaining herself with any specificity, this woman I didn’t know told me I was supposed to stay with her in Canada, work with her, and help her write her book. That Randy was guiding the process. Orchestrating on my (our) behalf.<\/p>\n Looking back, I know it was the lifeline I needed. I felt myself moving through the murky waters of grief to renew my passport, buy a suitcase, pack my bags, purchase a laptop for traveling until one day I arrived on Vancouver Island wondering how in heck I\u2019d gotten there. It wasn’t until a couple of years later that I fully began to realize the way the Spirit World and my “gatekeeper,” Randy, was orchestrating so brilliantly to help me live a happier life.<\/p>\n It took a month for me to hear anything anyone was saying to me, even while I was writing and editing. It took another month for me to hear the words \u201cpsychic opening\u201d and understand it had anything to do with me. That everything I knew, believed I knew; felt and believed I felt; thought and believed I thought was pretty much wrong. Or at least upside-down or something other than correct. The first time I heard it I went speechless. They were words, but words that could not possibly apply to me.<\/p>\n\nFirst, you probably need to have a \u201cpsychic opening.\u201d<\/h2>\n
What happened to me: My psychic opening<\/h2>\n
The Spirit World<\/a> is on your side.<\/h2>\n
She told me I was having a “psychic opening.”<\/a><\/h2>\n