We tend to think that we have to see with our pineal gland or third eye in order to know what is going on in other realms or to receive guidance. I feel that it is time for us to recognize our multi-sensory abilities and not lean too heavily upon any one of our senses.
We are moving into a phase where we are becoming less dependent upon what we can see with our spiritual eyes in order to discern or get spiritual information. Lessons and teachings are all around us in everyday life, and nature is one of the best teachers I know of. Look to nature for spiritual guidance.
I was walking down the beach while I was on vacation. I kept seeing these semi -circle dugouts in which a sea critter inside a cowry shell had bedded down in the wet sand. I immediately thought the first little guy was in despair so I scooped it up and return it to the water line where the waves were gently sloshing over the sand. The sea snail immediately dug into the wet sand.
I heard the word “rescuer” in my mind. I knew my guides were referring to interfering with the process or experience of another being. My modus operandi as an empath has always been to give and help—many times where it is not wanted or needed. My guidance for the past few months has been repeatedly showing me ways that I need to allow others have their own experience—even if that meant difficulty or death.
Walking a bit further I came across another C-shaped dugout. Before scooping this one up I asked my guides, “Do I rescue this one or leave it be?”
“It’s your choice.”
I returned the shell and its resident to the shallow surf and watched it dig in. I heard, “You will rescue some people and allow others to continue without interference. By the way, these sea snails are able to suck moisture from the wet sand and remain alive all day. The tide water will reclaim them in less than six hours.”
With this new information, I walked a bit further and came upon another dugout with a critter tucked away inside. I spoke lovingly to it and left it alone. The next one I passed seemed dead.
I would like to say that I learned what I needed from that experience, but when my nephew came up to where I was sitting, he was holding a handful of the sea snails. I immediately attacked him because I thought he was going to kill the snails for their beautiful shells. He had no such intention, but even if he had, it was not my place to reprimand him or rescue the snails.
I am not sure how long it will take me to reprogram my mind from this habit of rescuing and correcting, but my intention is to allow people to be who they are–not who I want, expect, or need them to be. No fixing them. No advising them. No rescuing them. This is unconditional love.