In the year 2001, I was taking a break from work. I got up to play a game on my computer, and as it was at night, I decided to not turn on the lights, so I wouldn’t disturb anyone.
As it was late, I was in my dressing gown and apart from the glow of the monitor, there was no other light source.
Sometime into the session, there was brief feather like sensation on my hand, and then it was gone. I thought nothing more of it.
About an hour later, I decided to take a bathroom break, and went upstairs.
I looked into the vanity mirror and saw, to my horror, that on my dressing gown shoulder was this huge Huntsman Spider.
Now, in Australia, these spiders grow very big. While they do have a nasty bite, and look frightening, they aren’t actually lethal.
This, however, did not stop me from giving a scream at the top of my lungs (which no one heard!) and ripping off my dressing gown, and throwing it on the floor.
Huntsman can be aggressive, and this one clearly decided it didn’t like me as , instead of scampering toward safety, it actually advanced towards me.
I’m not a fan of killing anything, and generally will let even flies live, but that night, it felt like it was me versus the large menacing spider, and one heavy object later, it was Me: 1. Huntsman: 0.
Now, as you may expect, this was quiet an unnerving experience and probably most people who don’t enjoy the company of spiders would hesitate to use the computer area again.
Fortunately for me, the Bach Flower Remedy: Mimulus, is the remedy for known fears. I immediately took some, and felt my fear settle, and it didn’t take me long to get over this incident. In fact, I was back at my computer the next morning without a second thought.
I have come across other Huntsman since that time. In fact in my previous house, on a very hot summer’s night, one bolted across the front door as I was opening it.
I just shrugged and went inside.
Mimulus is an amazing remedy for known fears.
If you have a fear of spiders, and let’s face it, so many do, you may find this remedy will not only help you cope, but shift your perspective on them.
It’s certainly worth trying for the arachnophobic type person.
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So, you’ve decided to do something. It feels right, and you’re excited. You go to bed, but when you wake up the next day, you suddenly feel doubt, and a sense of uneasiness, or even panic.
But you decide to go ahead anyway. After all, you need to trust your intuition right?
Yes, you do, and this is the time to do it.
Especially when what you feel was right suddenly feels right.
Something has changed. You don’t know what it is, but in the time you felt good about it and now, some new factor has come into the equation that wasn’t there before.
If something good suddenly feels bad, then take note. Do not proceed until you know what it actually is.
Sometimes it’s just a small thing that might make a difference. Sometimes it’s a complete change in direction. Where many people become unstuck is that they will feel that something is right one day, and then next day they will feel the same action is wrong. So they feel they should stick to their original feelings, otherwise, how can they trust anything if they were wrong?
What isn’t understood is that your intuition is based on what is happening right now. Things change and people change, and they might change their minds on certain issues, and then change them back later. If you felt something was right, and then felt it wasn’t, that’s the time to really listen. Trust the moment. All we have is now.
Personally, I wish I had known this information many years ago. It would have saved me a lot of money and stress, but I didn’t.
So I am sharing this with you now. It’s important information. Use it well.
Final musings.
My final thought on this subject is that just because you try and make something feel or be right, it doesn’t mean it is. Your intuition can guide you to making it right, but first it’s important to acknowledge that things aren’t as they should be, right now!
Also, I notice that when I’m contemplating doing something that isn’t good for me (such as ordering a pizza!), I will feel a sense of depression. I’ve come to realize this is my intuition warning me not to do this. If I decide not to order, that sense lifts immediately.
The more important something is for you, the stronger your intuition will be. Things that are inconsequential to you rarely tend to raise any alarm bells one way or another.
Remember, your intuition is like your personal GPS. It knows where you need to go, even if you can’t see the road ahead.
In spite of me ignoring my intuition on certain things (such as relationships I wanted to pursue because I didn’t like that answers I got), I have generally listened to it in the past when there was no emotional attachment involved, and I didn’t care about the outcome.
I’ve stated that you can’t always just explain intuition away rationally, so I thought I’d share a story about how intuition can warn you when there is potential danger, even when there is no reason behind it.
As mentioned in previous blog entries, I used to go up to Hanging Rock on a regular basis in the late 80s and early 90s.
It would be either just me and my then friend, Paul, or a group of us in a couple of cars. It was always at night, and we’d always go to both Hanging Rock itself (because the gates would mostly be left open after dark) and Straws Lane, which is a place of weird anomalies that cannot be dismissed as just illusion.
In the early 90s, we had been there quite a number of times. Sometimes we climbed the Rock in the dark and there was even one time when we came back down to find the gates had been padlocked closed. (We got out because I happened to have a hacksaw in my car that day.)
Never once did any of those things bother me. Never once did I sense anything bad might happen, and nothing ever really did.
Except for this one time.
Because memory can be such a fragile thing, I’ve decided to just post an entry from my diary at the time (and edited to remove irrelevant details.)
This entry was written on Sunday 22nd March, 1992.
Yesterday was not quiet the equinox but we decided to go up to Hanging Rock anyway. Paul also asked a bunch of his mates and around eight of us went up that night.
We took two cars. Normally I take my car but Paul felt it was his turn.
It was night, but everybody to climb the rock again. I wasn’t against it but somehow I felt we shouldn’t do it. As we were driving up, Paul remarked: “I’ve got the feeling nothing going to happen tonight.”
I didn’t agree and said so. The uneasy feeling was growing.
We arrived and made our way up to the gates.
I once again stated that we shouldn’t climb the rock. Paul asked why not and all I could say was it was a gut feeling.
The gates on one side the grounds were open. We all got out of the car and heard this unearthly howling sound coming from the direction of the rock.
“That was no animal,” said Paul. After a couple more times, it stopped and everyone promptly forgot about it. I kept it in the back of my mind and kept bringing it up as an argument why we shouldn’t go in.
We also saw lights and heard some sort of music. A bit more investigation revealed there were people inside.
Still, everyone wanted to go inside and climb the rock, regardless.
Once again, I argued against it. I was adamant that we shouldn’t do it. Somehow I knew I wasn’t going to convince them.
I then suggested that the gate could be closed when we come about out and I wasn’t about to climb over barbed wire.
We drove around to the other gates and found those were closed. One of the guys used his keys on the lock and found, to my horror, that it opened it.
“That’s one of your excuses gone,” Paul said to me.
“I still feel we shouldn’t do it.” I replied, with a sinking feeling. No one listened and we drove in through the open gate and down into the car park.
I reluctantly accepted that they were going to climb the rock and I decided to go with them. I felt the rock itself that wasn’t the problem: there was something else.
In any case, I felt they would be safer with me with them. (I always had a sense that I could protect others.)
We started to climb but barely a few minutes later, we saw headlights drive into the car park and stop where the cars were. The lights went out for a few seconds and I heard a door a slam. Then they came back on and a four wheel drive drove up and shone his headlights up towards the rock. He must have seen us for he sounded his horn
We made our way back to the car park and Paul said to what must have been the park ranger: “Is there a problem?”
“Can’t you read,” he said angrily.
“The gates were open,” Paul replied.
“Wake up to yourself. Get out of here,” said shouted back.
He drove off up the track and sat there waiting for us to leave.
“He knew he was wrong. That’s why he didn’t hang around,” said Paul.
But I wasn’t so sure.
When we got the cars, we smelled a strong lime smell that seemed to be strongest in the car. I thought it was odd and could find no rational explanation for it. As we were driving down the road, the driver of the other car, Dean, said on this UHF CB that there was something running down our back window and boot. We stopped to take a look at it and found someone had poured some sort of acid and brake fluid over the boot (trunk) and it was burning into the paint work.
We rushed back to Woodend as fast as we could and pulled up at an all-night service station where they proceeded to wash the acid off. Dean’s car wasn’t too bad and I think we just managed to save Paul’s but it would need a cut and polish to restore the finish.
We spoke to the service station attendant who described the man we met as the park ranger called Guido. He was adamant though that he knew Guido and he would never do something like that.
“You get all sorts of weirdos going up to the rock,” he said. “They have satanic rituals up there and on Straws lane. I even had some guy ask me at midnight were the graveyard was.”
My strong sense was that we were lucky that night. Possibly the ranger scared off whoever had the acid, and even more possibly, my delays may have just been enough for him to call us back before we disappeared from sight on the rock.
Certainly sounds like a plot from a bad horror movie.
My intuition was very clear on what to do, and what not to do, and the important thing to note that, even though it started as a normal journey, I was already feeling that something would happen, and as I said, I don’t scare easily.
I’ve spoken about intuition on and off, but have yet to really explain what it means.
I used to think that intuition was about manifesting and using mind powers. That was back in the 80 and 90s, when there just wasn’t any information around at the time.
My intuition was working fine, but I would just ignore it because I didn’t like what it was telling me.
More importantly, when I was going to try something that didn’t feel right, I thought that it was just nerves, or me being negative, so I thought that if I soldiered on, thing would work out.
They never did.
It wasn’t till around 1994 that I finally started to understand. I’m not sure what caused the shift, but one day, I just somehow understood what I needed to do.
As I mentioned in previous entries, I had finally got to the point where I was so over failing in getting the things I believed I wanted. I was worn down, and had to admit that I just couldn’t brute force my way thought things.
Once I started to trust it, it became one of my greatest tools.
The skeptics out there claim that there is no such thing as intuition. They will put it down to us having the ability to read subtle signs and signals that we’re not even aware of.
Now, there is truth to this, make no mistake, but to dismiss it as all there is to it would be an error.
While we might be very good at reading signs (especially as an Empath), it does not explain how you can know about things where there are no signs to be read.
It doesn’t explain how you could know things that were never spoken of, of things that are happening elsewhere, when you’ve got no prior knowledge of it.
It doesn’t explain why something might feel right today, and then tomorrow it feels bad, even though you’ve received no new information.
If it was a matter of being logical, then most of the decisions I’ve made would not have been made and the ones based on logic would have ensured my life would have thrived.
Logic has gotten me nowhere. Even reading the signs has failed me when it doesn’t match with what I was feeling. In fact, often, what I might be feeling may be totally contrary to what I’m observing.
The fact is, intuition is real, it is powerful and can really steer you through the minefields of life.
The fact that people fear to trust their own feelings shows that logic has very little to do with it, because people tend to take the logical route, or the path that they feel will lead them to the most benefit, even if they don’t feel good about the choice.
In these things, fear is often at the root of our motivation.
Intuition is like your personal inbuilt GPS with full traffic information and where the speed and red light cameras are… well, I’m sure you get the idea.
It will navigate all the obstacles that you can’t possibly be aware of. All you need do is listen.
Many Light-workers consider themselves as spiritual warriors. They see the darkness, they spot the enemy, charge in with their shield and sword, strike it down, and the day is saved.
The enemy is vanquished by taking a stand and defeating the darkness, hopefully for good.
The day is saved and all is well.
Right?
Wrong!
In actual fact, attacking what we perceive to be evil, dark, and negative is possibly the worst thing you can do.
In fact, all you are doing is empowering and enabling those things.
It’s like fighting a fire by throwing fuel on it and then wondering why it’s growing stronger, rather than going out.
It is also the very opposite of what a Light-worker actually does and what they stand for.
You cannot change the energy of something by feeding it the same thing it feeds on. You have to introduce something else.
As mentioned, I spent a good part of my life under psychic attacks, and up to the age of 20, I was fighting a daily, but losing battle.
At the time, it didn’t really occur to me that this wasn’t normal. It was just something I just had to put up with in my everyday life.
I’ve faced down a lot of attacks over the years, but this type of attack was different to the ones that came later.
It’s hard to describe what it was like. Best I can do was that it was an overwhelming, clawing sensation in my mind. The pain was more mental and psychic, than physical, but it was there, it was strong, and it was unmistakable. I felt that if I gave in, I would lose myself, or possibly go mad. (It was only many, many years later that I understood what was actually going on there.)
I didn’t tell many people about it, but those I did pretty much told me that it was the devil trying to take my soul, and that I needed to resist and ask God for help.
It was actually pretty useless advice, because it only helped in the moment, and the moment I took my focus away from asking for help, the attacks would return just as strong.
But I had nothing else to go on. There was no information out there, and even those who were supposed to be psychic and knowledgeable were completely clueless.
So for many years, I was determined to beat old Satan, and I would ceaseless fight him, and attack back, while avoiding any references to his name, lest it draw him and give him power.
Needless to say, the battle did not go well.
It was a silent, private, daily battle that I was surely losing. Yet the thought of giving in or even losing was, to me, unthinkable.
Each day, little by little, the attack would become stronger and I knew something would have to give, though I did not know what would happen to me if I gave in.
Then, one day, in 1984, I was at lunch when I suddenly found myself reasoning that I had spent years fighting this thing, with no success, and it appeared that my hate and anger was making it stronger. If that was the case, then maybe sending it love and peace would help.
So I sent out a message that whatever was attacking me could join me, as long as it was in in peace and harmony. I also sent it thoughts of love instead of anger.
It was in that instant, the attacks ceased completely. It was as though someone had flicked a switch. They say that what you resist persists, and what you make your own disappears, and this was certainly the case here.
My life changed from that day onwards.
The biggest lesson, which I carry with me to this day, was that the only way to overcome such attacks is to not engage them and be of a higher and loving energy.
Bless them, send them love and light. Give them peaceful thoughts. Be compassionate because those who are attacking know not what they do.
Over the years, I’ve come across many attacks: Some on me and some on others. The ones on me have been more a nuisance factor than any series danger or problem. I’ve always come out of it better and stronger for it. (Though, to be fair, there were some close calls, but the answer was always given to me on how to overcome them, which may not have been the case if I had just attacked back.)
What has amazed me is that nearly every time I come across someone under attack, their method of dealing with it is to attack back, and with as much hatred and force as they can muster. They also tend to pull the ‘victim / poor me’ card, which also doesn’t help anything.
Psychic attacks do happen, and there are a number of ways to counter them, but never, EVER, attack back. Never give the source any more energy to attack you with.
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve spent much of my life under attack. There have been various reasons, which I won’t get into here, but most I have overcome, especially once I’ve tracked the source.
But for whatever reason, I’ve been under pretty strong attacks from 2009 to 2013.
My internet circle has a good deal of psychic people in it, and I’ve a couple who are dedicated to keeping me safe and as it goes, they do an excellent job of it.
However, for the first four months in 2013, the attacks had grown stronger and my exhaustion was to the point where I knew something had to shift if I was going to continue.
Whenever I’m under such attacks, my partner feels it, and she will give me the space to deal with it. Also, the more I am affected, the more of a headache she gets. I’m grateful I have someone in my life that not only understands and accepts me, but knows what to do in order to help and guide me.
As usual, when I’m feeling depression, I take the Bach Flower Remedies, and use the ones that I feel will bring some relief.
They do help, but unless you hit the cause of the feelings, the relief is only temporary. (which is one the main reasons I say they are not a placebo.)
I’m pretty excellent with the remedies, and I can tell you which remedy does what, but there has always been a couple that eluded me on what they did exactly. So I never took them.
The problem with the remedies is that while they are amazing, and do work, not everything is known about them, and I believe that many of the discoveries I’ve made in regards to them were made first by me.
Mustard happens to be one of those remedies that I really never understood. Its official use is for deep gloom of unknown origins. However, several remedies also deal with such things. My guide did mention it was to protect against areas of negative energies, but I never looked into it much further than that.
In April 2013, I had finally reached the point where I was fed up with feeling drained, depressed and full of doubt.
I decided to pick up Mimulus (for known fears) when I accidentally picked up Mustard instead. (They are next to each other.)
As I picked it up, I thought: Well why not?
I took two drops directly on my tongue, and felt an immediate lightening of my moods and fatigue. The remedy also tingled like crazy. (The more you need the remedy, the more it will tingle.)
I walked up to my partner and asked her if she sensed any change in me. She said she felt a lightening of her headache.
I took some more and noticed something shift in my body. It was as though some seed or hook was removed (which may have been a hitch-hiker). A minute later, my partner said the headache was gone.
As mentioned, Mustard is said to be the remedy for gloom. I’ve looked it up, but there is not much that elaborates on that.
I feel pretty safe in saying that Mustard is the remedy to stop psychic attacks and coupled with Walnut (the link breaker), it is quite potent.
My exhaustion lifted that night, and has not returned. I’ve felt confident, strong and full of light.
I also feel pretty safe in saying that this is a really important discovery for Empaths as they are very vulnerable to such attacks, especially those who class themselves as Light-workers.
Next: Other ways to protect yourself.
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In the year 2001, I was taking a break from work. I got up to play a game on my computer, and as it was at night, I decided to not turn on the lights, so I wouldn’t disturb anyone.
