Open Windows and Windblown Piper

Posted on November 28, 2022 by Diana Rankin

I got an extra brushing the other night. That’s because I stuck my nose way up in the air and put my head as far out the window as I could. It’s not very far but it’s far enough to feel the wind on my face. I love that.

I put my paws up on the arm thing and climb as high as I can. Most of the time the windows are only open a little. I try to open the windows all the way myself. I push really hard on the button. But it doesn’t work. The windows only open wide when we’re going really slow. I think Mom has a secret button to open the windows. She just smiles when I tell her I’m trying to open the window.

I tell her I’m supposed to be able to open the window. She doesn’t care. She likes to control things like that. Like she makes me ride in the back. She even tethers me back here. No matter how many times I tell her I should be in the front seat she still makes me ride in the back. She says it’s safer. I still want to be upfront. But okay I’ll take what I can get. And a window open all the way is pretty good.

I didn’t want to stop when we reached the house. I asked Mom to drive more. She said it was time to be home. Oh well, guess if I can’t have the wind on my face, I’ll settle for an extra brushing.

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The Gift of Illness

Posted on November 22, 2022 by Diana Rankin

It is hard to imagine illness being a gift, and yet we hear over and over of those who benefit or who benefit others because of an illness. We may have even experienced an illness ourselves and grown from it to where we end up saying that we’d rather not repeat the experience, but we would if it meant we would learned what we have learned and gained what we have gained.

The gift of an illness may be as grand as the alternating of our DNA that we may evolve to greater dimensions or to give us greater insight into our true nature and mine greater depths within ourselves. The gift may be needed rest to learn to receive graciously or to learn to live with grace and dignity in adverse conditions.

Illness can take us beyond the normal thinking process into deeper realms of consciousness and allow us to experience a new way of being in the world, as well as opening up dimensions of the spirit not available to us under normal circumstances. The unpleasantness of chronic or acute pain can force us to learn of the body’s miraculous mechanisms for healing and the spirit’s ability to heal the body. Suffering can bring us to our knees of surrender where we let go of all our human beliefs and conditioning and allow our God-self to shine through.

Even knowing there might be great gifts that come from an illness, still none of us would consciously choose to be ill. Too often though I have heard people say that we chose the illness. There is truth to that, but it is much more complex than the statement allows, and on the surface those words – “we chose the illness” – is a blaming statement, which does not help a person who is sick.

Disease is a complicated and complex experience that is part of the human experience. It is born of a soul’s path, human conditioning, cellular memory, social influences, beliefs, and a host of other influences including taking on an illness to help find a cure for others. Or, what parents wouldn’t take the place of their sick child, taking the illness into their own bodies if it would rid their child’s body of any sickness?

It is not from the human mind that we choose illness. Whether from conditioning or from the soul’s path, the choice of illness comes from a deeper place than our conscious waking mind. But when we do experience disease in the body – whether that illness requires a day or a lifetime of rest – we have a choice to either ignore or to receive its gifts. In receiving the gifts of the illness, we raise our consciousness, which in turn raises the energy for ourselves and all those around us, as well as changing the energy in the world, thus creating a pattern of healing for others to follow, which just might heal us of that which ails us.

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Animal Communication

Posted on November 17, 2022 by Diana Rankin

So, you say your dog just looks at you with trusting eyes while ignoring the ball you just tossed; your cat turns up a tail and walks away; and your horse steps back, tosses her head, and neighs as if to say, “Nope, I don’t want to play with you today. Is that really what the horse is saying? Doesn’t the dog know to run for the ball? Why doesn’t the cat like me?

You’re scratching your head trying to figure it all out. Although each animal is different, and like humans, communicate in their own ways, also like humans, there are a few commonalities when it comes to how animals communicate. Here is a bit of information that might help you to have better communication with an animal.

We humans must first learn that animals do understand our human language although they may at times choose to ignore us, especially if we ask them to do something they don’t want to do. They understand body language, tone of voice, and our energy. We, however, need to remember communication goes both ways. To better communicate with animals, we need to learn their language.

During my human clients’ readings, I’m often asked to also read their pets. Some animal communicators prefer to see the animal or at least a photo but I don’t require that. That’s good because many of my clients live hundreds and thousands of miles from me. So, what am I reading? I’m reading the pet’s energy and also having a conversation with the animal. I also have help from the spirit world. In addition to working with Phillip, my spirit guide, I also work with Philipe, a guide I use specifically when working with animals.

In human language, I’ll talk to the animal, asking Philipe to translate. I’ll ask the 4-legged kid a few questions, depending on the information the parent wants to know. If the parent just wants to know how the pet is doing, that’s what I’ll ask. I’ve had dogs tell me they are lonely, cats tell me they resent a new kitten in the house; horses tell me they like their new stall, and so on. We can ask this of our own pets, but we have to be ready to step back and hear what they are telling us. This is sometimes hard to do because we’re emotionally attached. I often trade readings with another animal communicator, especially if one of my kids is sick. Although we usually know if our pets are sick, we can’t always pick up how sick or what’s the best course of healing.

Animals have a different concept of death than we do. I’ve found they may stay for longer than they would desire just to help out their human. When I’m reading for an animal, I ask it to show me what hurts or what doesn’t feel right. Their answers come in either words or I’m shown a place on the body.

Animals often know what needs to be done for their healing. If I ask a 4-legged kid if a trip to the vet is in order, the response will be yes or no depending on how they like the car ride and a trip to the vet. So, a better question is, “Will it help you get better faster if your human takes you to the vet?”

Lost pets are the hardest to work with. My first question is to ask why they left. I want to make sure the pet was never abused and was happy in this home. In all the years I’ve been doing this, I’ve only had a couple lost pets tell me they wanted to run away. In one case, the animal was lonely because her human had died; another felt left out when two new animals were introduced into the home; another was trying to find her puppies that had been adopted. Mostly they say they went exploring or they wanted to see what was over there. On occasion, I’ve seen where someone kidnapped a pet. These are the hardest to get back home, but we have had a few successes.

The next question I ask the lost 4-legged kids is to turn their head and let me see what they see. I look for street signs, familiar locations, or anything that can help identify where they are. Animals can’t read street signs, but if they show me one, I can. I can also read signs on store fronts and sometimes an address on a house. Often, I’ll see a house or houses that I can describe. I often though see fields or woods or parks or places a bit harder to pin down. Still, I look for specifics. If it’s a park, for example, are there any buildings or signs to help identify the area. Is there a pond or lake or fountain? Are children playing in a play area. These types of questions help identify the location.

I also ask the animal to listen to all the sounds. This helps me pick up what may be near-a train, an airport, a major highway, etc.

Sometimes working with another animal communicator is helpful. One example was a California client whose Sheltie got out when a workman left the gate open. The humans, who took very good care of this little one, were frantic. I gave them the information I got, and then ask a friend, who is also an animal communicator, to meet me on the campus of the university in a nearby town. I didn’t know why we needed to meet there, but that seemed important. It would turn out to be so.

As we worked together, we both received different pieces of the puzzle, as well puzzle pieces that confirmed what the other was receiving. The little one had wandered off and gotten lost and now didn’t know how to get back home. Where she was had something to do with agriculture and medicine but what, wasn’t clear. Neither of us felt she could find her way home so we kept telling her to find a two-legged one she could trust to help her find her way. As it turned out, she was on the campus of UC Davis, an agriculture university. And she was found by an animal science major and vet tech at a local animal clinic.

The most important ingredients to improving communication with a 4-legged one is patience. Add to that a desire to listen from the heart in the language you both speak-love.

To see my video, Meditation to Find Lost Pets, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1u4VnsoUn0.

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G.C. and Blue Knight

Posted on November 10, 2022 by Diana Rankin

I cleaned out my car. It wasn’t any ordinary cleaning.

Golden Chariot, GC for short, I call her, is about to leave me. I say she’s leaving me because she told me it was time to go. She broke down. “It’s the engine,” the mechanic said. He hung his head as if to say there’s really no hope here.

GC had given me a few warnings, but I was quite attacked to her. The mechanic picked up on that and told me what I wanted to her. That she’d be okay for a while. He’d seen lots of Toyota Rav4s make it to 300,000. CG only had 220-plus miles on her. Besides, she looked almost new with the body and interior in great shape.

She’s been my faithful companion since 2009 and for all those 220-plus miles. We’ve traveled freeways to visit friends, to cities and other states to present workshops and for speaking engagements, and ventured over graveled roads that no sane woman of my age should be traveling alone. I always felt safe. GC kept me safe.

But when she started stalling at stop signs and traffic lights and even when I slowed down for curves, I knew she was telling me it was time to let her go. But to where? Who would fix her and care for her the way I had? And where would I find a new car so quickly. Then there’s the money. I should have known a magical miracle was in the making. In fact, a few magical miracles were in the making.

The day the mechanic told me it was time to let go of GC, I walked inside the dealership and told the salesman to find me the right new car. The salesman was a friend I’d known for 20 years, a person I trusted, and someone who knew what I needed in a vehicle. He found one that day. It hadn’t been built yet, but GC was still good as long as I watched the oil. She’d serve me well for the next few weeks.

Still, I was concerned about not seeing this new vehicle before spending a lot of money, money that was being gifted to me, which gave me even more reason to make sure this was the right car for me. As you might have guessed, I’m one who names her cars and keeps them a long time, so I needed a sign to assure me this was the right vehicle. That assurance came while reading about the Rav4s.

An article popper up about the color. It’s called blueprint, a color that changes depending on the light. In the dark it looks black; in the light it looks blue; in bright sunlight it has a purple tone. The name came whizzing into my thoughts: Blue Knight.

Blue Knight, yes. A vehicle to keep me safe. Blue Knight, my protector on these back roads and country byways I travel and over the busy freeways and in clogged city traffic. Blue Knight. I smiled. Thank you. I had my reassurance. But the miracles weren’t over.

The next day, my neighbor was outside, so I stopped to say hi. During our conversation, I mentioned I was getting a new vehicle. “What was my plan for CG?” he asked along with a dozen other questions. Headed over to the post office before going home when his wife called. “I want that Toyota,” she said.

Now here’s the real magical miracle. My neighbor and his son are both mechanically knowledgeable and the grandsons are mechanically inclined. The grandfather and father plan on using GC as a teaching tool in engine repair for the younger generation. “We’ll keep her in the family,” my neighbor said.

As someone who has spent her life in one form of education or another, tears come to my eyes and my heart warmed at this magical miracle. It is as though GC herself planned it.

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Piper’s Story: Hikes, Fall Leaves, and a Noisy Machine

Posted on November 10, 2022 by Diana Rankin

We went for a big hike and met lots of people. It was fun. I get lots of attention from people. That’s because I’m so pretty. Everybody says so.

We don’t always go away from home for hikes. We play in the meadow or sometimes we walk along what Mom Diana calls country roads. Usually, it’s quiet but sometimes it gets really scary. That’s when these great big trucks go by. They’re really, really noisy. That scares me. It helps when Mom holds me and tells me it’s okay. She also says they’re full of corn. That’s food. I like food. Food’s not scary.

When we get home from our walks, she often tosses the ball for me to run and catch. I like that. Sometimes, I get tired, so I carry the ball around in my mouth and walk with Mom until I’m ready for her to throw the ball again.

I’m having lots of fun playing in the leaves. Mom has this long tube with a circle at the end. It makes lots of noise. I tell it who’s boss. I am.

When we’re playing in the leaves, Mom must get cold because she puts on earmuffs. She said it had to do with my talking so much to the leaves and noisy machine. But I know better. It’s not my barking. It’s her ears. They get cold.

Lily Cat and I are getting more used to each other. I see her watching me. She told me I took over her place on the sofa where we sit to watch TV. Mainly I sleep. Mom says she has two hands to pet both of us at the same time. I like it better when she pets me with both hands, but it’s okay if she pets Lily and me at the same time. I know she’ll pet me all by myself soon.

We’re in Mom’s office now. When I’m extra good I get a treat. Mom tells me I’m almost always a good girl, but I can’t have too many treats. I think she’s wrong, about the too many treats, not about my always being a good girl. I’m always a good girl. I like treats.

Have to go now. Mom is about ready to move, and I have to follow her everywhere. That’s the rule. My rule, not hers, but she’s okay with it.

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The Doorway

Posted on November 3, 2022 by Diana Rankin

I walked through a doorway last night in the dreamtime. It took me a long time getting there, and when I finally arrived, I stood at the threshold a while not quite ready to walk through. We are like that, we humans. We ask to be shown our path, and when we are, we pull back – the journey too steep, the door too far away, the other side too frightening – we hesitate to go forward.

My dog, Daisy, and I didn’t get our walk in until later in the day. It had warmed up quite a bit by then. We turned right out of the lane and began walking south. For some reason I turned into the path that leads past the old shack and through the cornfields. I was a little uneasy because of hearing the coyotes so close early this morning and seeing a coyote run out of the corn field last week. I called Daisy over, holding her closer to me than usual. I used to walk this path all the time, but it’s been a while and its familiarity lost. What I had once kept open with a mower was now weed covered and full of fallen branches. I hardly recognized the opening into the woods on the other side of the field. Only by memory of its placement was I able to find it.

As I moved out of the cut cornstalk-lined path and into the woods, I knew this was a journey of trust. And I knew it had to do with the doorway I walked through last night, early this morning actually before Coyote came to welcome me and howl my praise while also reminding me to not take myself too seriously.

Daisy and I wound our way through the woods. When we could no longer find the wider path, we followed the deer’s trail and when we could no longer find that, we cut our own path; me climbing over fallen trees, Daisy jumping over them. No respectable coyote, or deer for that matter, would have been seen near us so noisy we were breaking twigs under our feet as we stomped thought the growth as tall as Daisy and as thick as a dog’s winter undercoat.

We eventually came out behind the house. Daisy seemed surprised to see the meadow so close by. She too seemed to understand that we had been on a journey, and adventure of discovery where only trust provides us safety. When I smiled at her and said okay, she bounded away into the meadow where she danced and barked and ran around in celebration of returning home.

It’s like that with humans too. When we return home after wandering afar, we are joyful. We may not dance and bark the way Daisy did. Our celebration may be quieter, but we know something has altered us, our intuition tells us so. We may not even be aware of what has changed, only that something within us is different; we have somehow deepened. It is right and as it should be, and all we need do is to be grateful and listen for that small inner voice that will whisper a tad stronger now.

Originally published on my old blog site Awakening 2/25/2017

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5 Steps to Contact Your Spirit Guide

Posted on October 24, 2022 by Diana Rankin

One of the most often asked questions people come to me with is how can you contact your spirit guide. I’m big on having a guide to help you through what may often seem like a quagmire of information, to guide you in the right direction, and to help interpret those clues we as humans so often miss.

As those of you know who have studied with me or have attended one of my speaking engagements where I give audience members messages from Spirit, you know that I work with a spirit guide named Phillip. You might also be familiar with Phillip if you use my oracle book, The Master’s Book of Answers by Phillip.

We met many years ago when I had a mystical experience during a meditation. I asked his name. He told me it was the second name down under “Ps” in my name book. That’s when I learned he had a sense of humor and was going to make me work at what I wanted. All these years later, his humor is still intact and he still asks my best from me, not that I always deliver it, but I do my best to do my best.

So how do you meet your Phillip? The following steps should help you do just that:

1. Ask to meet the spirit guide who is your communicator (see step 2 for how to call him in). We all have multiple guides, angels, teachers, healers, and loved ones in spirit world who are willing and wanting to help us. Think about what it’s like if you’re in a room full of people, all of whom want to help you. You receive multiple messages, not all of them the same. What do you do? To whom do you listen? I suggest you listen to the one I call the communicator or your main spirit guide.

The communicator is someone who pulls it all together, and using discernment as to what you do need to know, communicates the message to you. Chances are that you’ve spent time in other life experiences together, so this guide knows how to speak in a language you can understand. Often the communicator has been one of your teachers.

Usually, but not always, the communicator is a male energy. This is because the male energy is the more outgoing of the male-female energetic dynamic.

If you are more comfortable at this point working with a loved one in spirit world, by all means do so. Ask to work with that person’s highest self so the messages you receive are coming from divine source.

2. To call in your communicator spirit guide, get a blank book and a writing utensil. This will become your journal, one of the best ways of communicating with your guide. Do not allow yourself to be concerned with using proper grammar or spelling, etc. The purpose of journaling is twofold: Writing can allow you to move into a meditative state where the words seem to appear on the page by themselves, which happens when you move past the monkey mind and into a deeper state of consciousness; and you will have a written record of your conversations with your guide that you should go back and reread. You will be surprised at your insight and the wisdom you have recorded.

Before going to sleep, put your journal, with writing utensil, at your bedside. Give yourself the pre-sleep suggestion that you are going to meet your spirit guide who is the communicator tonight. Around 4:00 a.m., you’ll wake.

One participant in my workshop Awakening To Your Deeper Intuition, swore she wouldn’t wake at 4:00 a.m. She had been too excited to sleep after our Friday night session, and didn’t go to sleep until after 2:00 a.m. Still around 4:00, she woke. “Suddenly I was wide awake,” she said. “I thought it was morning and started to get out of bed when I looked at the clock. It was 4:02!”

When you wake, start writing. Just write. It doesn’t matter what you write.  Just keep putting words down on paper. Write about what you’re grateful for. Write about how tired you are. Write about why you want to develop your intuition. Write about anything. After about four or five pages, you’ll start to leave the monkey mind and move into a more meditative state. It is in this state that you’ll be able to start communicating with your spirit guide.

Here you can ask questions such as, “Are you my communicator spirit guide? By what name may I call you? How will I know when you are wishing to give me messages?”

Once you and your guide have spent time together, you’ll be able to access him anytime, anywhere, and immediately.

3. Set up tests. For example, if you want to make sure you have received the correct name for your guide, you might say that you’ll meet someone with that name or a similar one within the next 24-hours. That’s what one workshop participant – Donna – did.

Donna participated in the workshop when I held it in the on my land. During her 4:00 a.m. session, her guide told her that his name was Henri, but she would know him as Henry. She questioned how to trust this information, so I suggested she set up a test. She decided that she would meet someone named Henry before she arrived at her home at the end of the workshop on Sunday night.

Three times that weekend I suggested to her that she stop for gas on her way home. Each time she told me that she didn’t need gas, but finally heard me. “I’m not going to stop anywhere around here, because you might know one of the local attendants is named Henry,” she declared.

Sunday evening she drove the 90 minutes to her home, stopping at the gas station near where she lived. She was putting gas into her vehicle when someone pulled up behind her. When the man got out of his vehicle, Donna started laughing. “You’re Henry, aren’t you?” she asked with astonished laughter.

“I am. How did you know?” the man asked.

4. Build a relationship. Like any friendship, it takes time to learn how you and your guide best work together. And it takes nurturing this relationship. Daily, spend time in journaling with your spirit guide. Talk to him. If you are touched by a beautiful sunset, invite him to see it through your eyes, for example.

Follow the guidance you are given, even if it seems nonsensical. For example, you may feel an urge to get off the freeway and stop for a bite to eat, even though you aren’t really hungry. Still, you listen. As you are eating, you hear the sirens and learn there was an accident that occurred minutes after you got off the freeway.

Your guide will NEVER—NEVER—tell you to do anything that is not in your best interest or that of all others. If you think you are being told to do something that is not coming from LOVE, STOP! A spirit guide is here to help make your life better and the life of all beings better. Anything that tells you to hurt yourself or anyone else is a danger to you and to others. You must stop immediately and get help from a qualified professional. This is NOT coming from your spirit guide.

5. Be patient and keep working with your guide. Chances are you’ll soon learn that you’ve been working with this guide your entire life, but now you do so in a conscious way. It will get easier as you become more familiar with this new language. Soon you’ll be saying how grateful you are that you took the time and effort to get to know this great inner resource.

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Musings of a Motorcycle Mystic 

Posted on October 24, 2022 by Diana Rankin

Although I no longer ride, I share this with you because it still holds the truth of why I am a psychic and the universal truth for all of us on the journey of discovering our intuition: ”The road always winds back, taking us where we need to go at the moment we need to be there. All we need do is take the journey.” Thank you for taking the journey, and thank you for taking it with me.  

I didn’t set out to be a psychic, but then I never thought at age 60 I’d start to ride my own motorcycle. Both have taken me down winding, unknown, labyrinthian roads—roads that perhaps should require a sign that states: “Beware, only the brave should enter here.”

Courage is required for the taking the road less traveled. The journey is fraught with perils that, had we known before we began, we might not have taken. I am not one to stay safely behind. I am a wayfarer, a traveler of the mind’s depths and the earth’s terrain, and for those like me who chose the journey, the rewards are greater than imagined. A passage in my book 23 Days A Celtic Journey reads in reference to a hike up Mt. Snowdon in Wales: Although the climb is not easy still,/I’ll see the majesty of this land,/Beauty I could not have seen/Lest this climb I did make.”

It is only in the taking of the road less traveled that we find the truth of ourselves and the beauty of the life of which we are a part.

In my younger years when I made the decision to live my life as a prayer, I hadn’t quite envisioned how that would play out in my everyday life. I certainly never imagined that riding a motorcycle would become my prayer, yet for my first season of riding, every time I got onto that bike I chanted God and my angels are keeping me safe and calm today, God and my angels are keeping me safe and calm today. The chanting has gone by the wayside, but living my life as a prayer hasn’t. Every thought, deed, word spoken or action can be committed in prayer, in love. Certainly riding is.

Motorcycle riding is a dangerous sport. There’s no doubt about it. Riding requires every ounce of my concentration. My life depends on my attentiveness and intuition. Being in the moment is not an option. It is a necessity. Being open to Phillip, my spirit guide, and using my intuition is life saving. Aside from the mechanical operation of a bike, you also must be aware of your surroundings—deer, dogs, merging vehicles, drivers on cell phones, traffic lights, wind draft from trucks—a thousand signals coming at you every moment must be taken in, assimilated, processed and acted upon. I trust my intuition, listening attentively, knowing whether that driver is going to cross the yellow line, forcing me to the edge of the lane; knowing whether that driver is going to pull out in front of me, forcing me to brake hard; whether that driver is going to pass on a two-lane highway into my lane; whether the light is going to change; and which of all those tempting winding, twisting, unknown labyrinthine roads I should take to find the gifts awaiting me.

I took the road to be a psychic reader, accepted the calling, received the training, and dedicated my life to the service of others. The road taken has indeed not been what I expected of my life, and although different, it has by no means been less, but instead richly rewarding. Every time I witness the heart of another open to healing because of words that come through me, I know I have taken the right road for me, the one my soul chose at a level deeper than I, in my human self, would have ever dreamed—or dared—to chose.

It is this deeper self that pulls me to Kali, my motorcycle, as often as possible: Kali, the Mother Goddess, symbol of dissolution and destruction, she who destroys ignorance and frees those who strive for union with God by igniting us with the gift of pure consciousness. I feel her power every time I turn left or right at the end of the lane. It matters less which way I turn than that I make the turn.

Perhaps it is the roads not taken we wonder the most about, the ones we passed for the quicker, seemingly easier route. It does our hearts no good to spend time wondering of those roads. There is another road waiting for us. It is up to us to take it and leave behind the safety of the familiar to traverse the ever-changing landscape of the unfamiliar and roads that meander through the highways and byways of life.

Kicking the bike into high gear, I crest a ridge, and I can see forever. I open to amazement and wonder of the vista presented to me. A doe and her two fawn graze in the meadow near the edge of the woods; shadows of tall white pine fall over golden fields of summer wheat; a green-roofed red barn stands beside an old wooden farm house in a stand of oak and ash trees; and the sky is brilliant with the pinks and yellows of today’s sun’s last hurrah. Something shifts within me and the air itself shimmers with anticipation of life’s promise. No longer am I separate from the bike, the road, or life itself. We are Oneness, and the gratitude I feel is astounding. I am the symphony of the heartbeat of life and the pulsating vibration of the pipes that quiver as I back off the engine. I am the rider; I am the bike; I am the deer on the other side of the field and I am the field. I am all that ever was and all that is and all the will be. I am life in all her glory and all her disparagement. I am the psychic reader, I am the teacher, who stands on the vista of the your life to look beyond that which you can only glimpse in this moment in time, and I hold your heart while together we move away the mountains that you may open to the panorama of your own life and begin to see anew.

Perhaps we shall pass on the road, your journey different from mine, each right for us individually, converging into one another’s lives at junctures like riders who wave as we pass one another, one rider going one way, another going the other way, yet sharing for a brief moment in time, a love of the open road and a roaring engine beneath us.

The road less traveled may seem to take us away from the dreams we once had for our lives, when circumstances divert us from the paved highways onto graveled paths. Perhaps it is only after traveling the graveled lane for awhile that we can come to understand the road we chose brought us to a higher calling.

Eventually I’ll return home. We all do. Whether we are coming back from the energy of the reading or the bike ride down country roads, we’ll come again to that road that winds back on ourselves. The road always winds back, taking us where we need to go at the moment we need to be there. All we need do is take the journey.  

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Should You Fear Your Intuition?

Posted on October 20, 2022 by Diana Rankin

Intuition is as common as is breathing and should not be feared. That said, however, if we go into the deeper psychic energy, we must take measures to protect ourselves. What’s the difference between the intuition we use every day and psychic energy?

Intuition is innate within each of us. It’s that hunch or gut instinct that leads us in the right direction. As we develop and refine intuition, we deepen in awareness of our own insight into life; we become more aware of the answers that come to us as we learn to read the clues. As we deepen intuition we start to move into the psychic energy. It is here that we may encounter negative as well as positive information. We are simply becoming more sensitive to other people’s energy, the collective energy, and energy emitting from Earth and the universe.

Poets and artists as well as psychics and other sensitive souls have this awareness of the energies, which allows us to tap into a greater consciousness. Some psychics are also mediums, which allows us to communicate with people and animals who have passed into what some call death, and what I call the spirit world.

It is when delving into the deeper consciousness and/or the spirit world that we do need to protect ourselves. Not everyone lives with grace and love in this life, and we don’t immediately become all loving the minute we leave this body and move into spirit world. Although love will always trump fear, there is evil energy that you don’t want – or need – to encounter. How do you avoid it?

We protect ourselves by simply evoking love in the form that is most comfortable for each of us. For example, this is the prayer that I was taught by one of my teachers, Angel Gail Konz, whom I met when I attended Jean Houston’s East Coast Mystery School. It’s a simple, yet powerful prayer that I teach participants in my workshop, Awakening to Your Deeper Intuition: “I know I am protected by the Divine Light of the Christ.”

Say the prayer with conviction and see this Divine Light encompassing you, infusing you with Divine Love. If this prayer is not the right one for you, that’s okay. Follow your own heart to find the prayer that is right for you.

Remember, we are the one in charge. It is up to us to be in a place of love rather than fear.

Fear can awaken intuition, but we don’t want to stay in the fear. Let’s say you’re in a parking garage when suddenly you feel fearful. What do you do? Take a breath and say the prayer of protection, which helps you move into a place of love where you are better able to read your intuition and know what steps to take to keep you safe.

What about non-human entities in the ethers? Should you be afraid of them? No. Entities are forms of fear energy that feed on fear. If you are plagued by fear, you need to work on your life to expunge fear from your thoughts, exchanging fearful thoughts for ones of love. There is nothing that can enter your energy unless you allow it to. Remember, you are in charge of your life. If at any time, you feel fearful, say a prayer of protection, and say it with intent and feeling. Say it over and over until love overtakes any fear you may be experiencing.

I love the simplicity of that which A Course In Miracles teaches us about fear. It says that all emotion comes from either fear or love. The unfolding of the understanding of that thought is complex, but when I’m caught in fear, I can remind myself of the simple thought that there is only fear or love, and I can move into a place of love.

As we develop intuition, we actually feel safer in life. More and more we’ll want to move away from the drama caused by fear and live in the love that is truly life. We’ll come more and more to rely on intuition to guide us, keeping us always safe and in life’s grace.

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A Game to Practice Intuition: Use Four Cards

Posted on October 13, 2022 by Diana Rankin

Here’s an easy way to test and practice your intuition.

Shuffle a deck of cards. Pull out four cards, but do not look at them. Lay them side-by-side upside down. Take a relaxing breath and ask to tune into your intuition. Ask to be shown the highest card.

Hold your hand over each card for a few moments.

The highest card may cause a tingling sensation or a warm feeling in your hand, or you may have a sense this is the card. You may not have any physical reaction, but just have a slight hunch that this is the highest card. Trust yourself.

Turn the cards over. Were you right? Try again. How many times did you get it right?

You may not succeed at first but keep working at it. You’ll find yourself jumping for joy once you start guessing the right cards.

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