Eat, Pray, Love and then Look Within

Several years ago my dear friend Rebecca recommended I read the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert based on Elizabeth’s true story.  Being the avid reader and consumer of books that I am, and trusting Rebecca’s taste, I bought the book and settled in for an enjoyable time.

To say that I loved the book would be a severe understatement. Here was a woman who said “I want to go someplace where I could marvel at something.”  I completely understood that! I read that and inside I yelled “Yes!! Me too!!”  I had, just like Liz, lost my appetite for life. I was married and raising three beautiful children. We had a nice house, went on vacations and I was a stay-at-home mom. Perfect, right? Wrong. I was surviving and laying in the bed that I had made. I did not love my husband, though he was a very good man. We had been married for 8 years, together for 12, and it was comfortable but not fulfilling. In the last few years of my marriage, I had begun to regain my appetite for life, my desire for happiness, and I started to believe that it might even be possible for me to be happy. I just needed to find what it was that made me happy. I slowly gained the confidence to ask my husband for a divorce and before I knew it, it was over.  I felt liberated and ready to go! Where? I wasn’t sure.

In the story, Liz is financially able to take a year off from work and travel to Italy, India and Bali. Along the way she encounters people who touch her life in unexpected ways and seem to help her transform. She spends a great deal of time in an ashram learning the importance of self-reflection and in Bali she meets a Balinese fortune teller named Ketut. Ketut is a Guru of sorts, and in a very simple way passes on some life-changing messages to Liz. Incredible. ( It’s at this point that I must recommend you see the movie if you have not. The locations they filmed at and some of the scenes are so awe-inspiring I was filled with longing.)

Here is where the trouble started. I was in the same emotional place that Liz finds herself in and Liz finds renewal on her sojourn. That means that I too must take a sojourn somewhere and find my own ashram and my very own Ketut.  Realistically, that could not happen. I not only had three children to care for, I also did not have any money.  This troubled me a great deal because there was nothing near me that remotely resembled places I might discover a Ketut at. How would I acquire what I needed for full enlightenment? I had been on my “spiritual journey” for several years but Liz seemed to be catapulted ahead.

Now, let’s fast forward some years to my event in June 2011, the 3^rd Annual Through The Veil. Speaker Panache Desai was there and had given this incredibly inspiring talk. I had familiarized myself with him prior to the event, by watching videos featuring him and likened him to a modern-day, better looking Deepak Chopra. His message was so simple and so clear and the truth of it resonated within me like nothing else I had experienced. So, here we are at the final day of the event, and it is the speakers panel where everyone can ask questions. Because I could I asked Panache my question; “Panache, I’ve read Eat, Pray, Love and even saw the movie and just like Liz, I want to go on a spiritual quest and meet people who can help me but I can’t afford to do that. What do you suggest?”

In true Panache style, he answered my question with his own question, “Why do you need to find someone?” After I answered that it would be so I could learn what they know, he explained a truth that set me free. I have all the answers I need within me. I am my own guru. My way of thinking made me focus on some imagined lack within myself. I needed to acquire what I believed someone else had. Initially, this made me feel uncomfortable and, in fact, a little mad. I had been focused on this quest outside of myself for so long, to let it go meant I would have to let go of something I had identified myself as, a seeker. Then something strange happened, as I let his words settle in over the next several days. I felt this tremendous relief. My shoulders literally relaxed so much that I was consciously aware of them dropping down.  

In this moment, I am aware of everything I need to know. Everything there is to know is within me, within my soul. When I read a book, see something on tv, hear a friends words, like Panache’s, my soul is simply reminded of what it already knows. This is why we sometimes have a physical reaction (for me it’s getting the chills) to things we see or hear or think. It is the body’s physical reaction to the truth.

I am, and you are, perfect in this moment. I am, and you are, divine in every way. Every single thing about you is perfect. You have access to all you need to know. You just need to awaken it, you just need to remember. When you realize that, you too will relax and exhale into the fullness of that knowledge.

And so, Eat, Pray and Love all that you possibly can, enjoying the perfection of each moment but never question your completeness. Go on your quest if you so choose but be aware that you will be led back to yourself.

Panache will be this years Keynote Speaker at the 4th Annual Through The Veil in Atlanta, June 8th – 10th. Please visit www.throughtheveil.org for more info.

Panache Desai www.panachedesai.com

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God’s Waiting Room

This is about one of those experiences that you fear is so fragile that if you share it, it might fade away. I believe I wrote a little about this a long time ago but today I was thinking about it and decided that memories strengthen each time they are shared.
I have a friend named Chip Coffey. You probably recognize the name from television. He was featured on many episodes of Paranormal State and was the main psychic on Psychic Kids; Children of the Paranormal, both on A&E. He was also the host of Celebrity Ghost Hunt on the BIO channel. We have known each other for several years, even before the t.v. stuff, and we have shared some great times together. This is about my favorite of those times.
Some time before I met Chip, his mother passed. They were very close and her last days were spent at Atlanta Hospice. During his time visiting his mother, he became close with the nurses and Chaplin. So much so, that even after his mother’s passing, Chip would return to visit with them. I suppose it was his way of thanking them. I can’t imagine you ever feel like that debt of gratitude has been paid.
The Chaplin, Cynthia, and Chip became close friends. She knew that Chip was a psychic and from time to time, she would call on him for assistance. According to Cynthia, from time to time, if a person had a significantly tough time accepting their impending passing, angry and fighting till their last breath was drawn, the subsequent patients coming into the same room, would also have a difficult time. Apparently the majority of people who came to spend their last days or weeks at Hospice were very calm and accepting, having already dealt with their anger and grief. Cynthia felt that when that happened it was because the spirit of someone was still there, in the room, angry and in denial. It was for those infrequent times, that she would call Chip and ask for his help.
My phone rang one evening and I was happy to hear Chip’s voice on the other end. We had always had a real fun relationship full of jokes and teasing one other. We chatted for a bit before Chip asked me what I was doing in the morning. After I told him I had no plans, he asked me if I would go to Hospice in the morning with him. He explained that the Chaplin had called and needed some help. I drew my breath in and held it a moment or two before exhaling. Hospice? I had never been in a Hospice before and the thought of spending my morning in a place of death and dying was not top on my list of things I wanted to do. I also knew Chip was asking me for a reason and that I needed to just trust that and go. Whether it was for support of him visiting the place his mother had passed at, or something else didn’t matter. So I said yes.
I picked up Chip in the morning and as we drove Chip told me that he was thankful for me being there and for sharing the experience of being back at a place that carried so many emotional memories for him. I remember thinking that this must be the reason I agreed to come. As we crossed the parking lot ready to head in, I recall my nervous anticipation. I was prepared to hear the wails of death and smell the scent of dying. We passed through a beautiful lobby and into the halls. I was so surprised. The air smelled fresh, no decay or heavy cleaners. A calm quiet filled the air, not unlike a library. I met some of the nursing staff that had cared for Chip’s mother, visited the room where she had passed, the chapel where Chip had prayed and a serene garden with a pretty fountain outside. I was so surprised and relaxed into the idea of being there. Then I was introduced to Cynthia.
The thing I recall most about Cynthia was the sparkle in her eyes and her quiet laughter. Surrounded by death was a woman who couldn’t have been more alive. She explained to me that she really enjoyed working at “God’s Waiting Room” and I knew that it was a blessing for me to be there as well.
We then walked the halls to go to the room that seemed to be having “issues”. Apparently a young woman had passed from cancer in that room a few months prior. Her mother had been with her and between the two of them there was a great deal of anger and denial. The young woman’s name was Deborah and she had children that she would be leaving behind and she had not come to the point of acceptance before her body ceased. The next two women, including the one currently in the room, experienced anger and denial incredibly similar to that of Deborah. The Chaplin felt that Deborah might still be there.
For obvious reasons, we were not permitted to enter the room in question but the rooms on either side of it were open and empty. The thought was that Chip might be able to tell what was happening from one of the adjoining rooms. The three of us entered the room on the left and everything “felt” fine. I assume Chip and I do the same thing, opening ourselves to the energy in a location, looking for something that feels “off” or different. Then we went to the room on the right. A quick “feel” told me no spirit was there either. I excused myself to find a bathroom and told them I would meet them back in the room. On my way back from the bathroom, I passed by the room on the left. As I got a few feet passed the door, my senses went a little funny. Something had changed in the room. I stepped back and poked my head into the room. As quickly as my physical eyes could assess that the room was empty, an image passed in my mind. This was how I got my information, in a fairly quick glimpse or picture that I intuitively understood. In the room was now a woman in her early 40’s sitting in a chair on one side of the room. Her head was bowed down with her hands to her face in despair and angst. I knew that she was coming to terms with the fact that she had passed.
I turned and was starting back to the room on the right when Chip and Cynthia exited and began walking towards me, chatting away. For a moment I felt like something had gotten caught in my throat. I was hesitating telling Chip and Cynthia what I had “saw”. Afterall, I was just there as support for Chip. Finally, I blurted out what I had seen and that we needed to go back into the room. We went back in and the first thing we noticed was that a lamp on a nightstand was laying on its side. We all agreed that we would have noticed that the first time we had been in the room no more than 10 minutes prior. I knew that the lady was still there sitting in the chair and I described her to Cynthia. She felt for sure that it was Deborah. Then Chip and I felt something on the other end of the room. When I “looked” I was dumbstruck. What I saw were two incredibly big male angels standing side by side holding some sort of staffs in their hands and their heads were bowed downward. I knew that they were patiently waiting for Deborah and that when she was ready, they would lovingly help her cross. I couldn’t believe all of this and when Cynthia and Chip began to pray out loud, I just stood there frozen. The three of us were standing in the middle of the room, the Angels directly behind me. They continued praying and Cynthia began speaking directly to Deborah. Suddenly Chip sort of lurched forward a bit and then looked at me and said “She’s coming your way” when all of a sudden the bottom of my left foot began to physically vibrate. The vibration did not come through to the top of my foot. It lasted a little more than 5 seconds and then just stopped. Chip said “She’s gone” and at that very moment it was if someone had ripped open the heavy drapes to reveal a sundrenched room. I remember looking at Chip in confusion and than at the Chaplin who just stood there with a quiet smile and said “Thank you.”

That is exactly the way things happened and try as I did, I could never explain it away. It was such a beautiful experience and nothing has ever come close to that special day in God’s Waiting Room. Thinking about it, I am so comforted by the loving patience I felt from those two Angels that day. I know that the Universe is full of that unquestionable love and adoration for each and every one of us.

Give Thanks

I hope this finds everyone having had an enjoyable Thanksgiving spent with the people you love and who love you in return. I also hope that you weren’t filled with too much stress over the meal, the in-laws or Black Friday, that you missed the day itself. It’s funny how easy that can be, to get caught up in everything BUT being thankful.
20 years ago life was very different for me. I was very different. I was living in Upstate New York with a boyfriend who was an abusive alcoholic and I had been allowing myself to be treated very poorly. It was the day before Thanksgiving and we had gotten into a very ugly fight. It had gotten to the point where I was frightened that things were going to get very physical and I left. I got in touch with Domestic Violence people and because it was a holiday they could not get me into a shelter for a few days, so they put me up in a hotel in Herkimer NY and gave me 20.00 to eat with. The next day, Thanksgiving, I left the hotel in search of some food. I’d been up all night crying and feeling so hopeless. I walked the small town and couldn’t even find a gas station let alone a place for dinner. I walked the several blocks back to the hotel so completely aware of the fact that I had no place to go and no one to turn to. The sound of silence in the town was deafening to the weight of the world seemed to grow heavier with each step.
Where had it all gone wrong? What type of Father would allow his child to suffer so much pain? I had come to believe that my life was to be an example to others of how bad it could be so that gratitude would come easier. I was never suicidal but I certainly wasn’t concerned about living either. I merely existed and I was pretty sure that there wasn’t a person on the face of the earth who even saw me, let alone cared.
I finally arrived back to my hotel room. I still can recall the faint smell of mold in the room. I turned on the tv desperate to hear the sound of another voice and was surprised and frightened when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly and quietly went to the window to peek out and saw the back of a woman standing there. I recognized her clothes and knew she was the woman who was working the desk that day. I opened the door hoping there wasn’t a problem with payment on the room. The person at the Domestic Violence hotline had assured me the room was paid for and I had no place to go if there was a problem. As I said hello to her I noticed she was holding a paper plate. She said “It’s not much but I thought you might be hungry.” I didn’t know what to say besides “Thank you” and took the plate inside with me. It was a tossed salad and some semi burned tater tots. It was also proof that I wasn’t invisible and that someone cared if I had eaten or not. If I close my eyes I can recall the sight and the taste of the food and the salt of my tears but for the life of me, I can not remember what the woman looked like.
We all have had experiences with faceless Angels; from people who would offer a hungry young woman food to those who would offer a smile when we needed one most. You too, have been that Angel to others. The Divine is all around us and the Divine is in all of us. Sometimes those Angels show up through our pets and sometimes they are the homeless begging for change. Sometimes they are rainbows and other times the call of a loud bird that breaks our helpless focus.
And so as the Thanksgiving holidays quickly fades away take a few moments to say thank you for those you love, the food you ate, the breath you breathe. And also take a moment to say a prayer for those who wandered the streets looking for a bite to eat and a sense of hope.

Meditation is NOT a Four Letter Word

In fact it’s worse than a four letter word. It’s more than twice as bad! It’s too difficult. It’s meant for non-intelligent people. It’s an excuse for thoughtless brains. And, this just has to be said… people who claim to meditate are lying.

Okay, sometimes it’s easier to move forward once we get all the preconceived notions out of our mind. Honor the thoughts by stating them aloud and then moving on. “Thank you for speaking up, lil Miss Pessimism. Now if the class may continue…” We, as humans, have learned to communicate by words. We define the meaning of each individual word and often times, we associate strong feelings about particular words. (We have a word for those feelings too. They are called adjectives.) What we don’t understand is that those feelings are not facts. Huh? What does that mean? For instance ask both a young woman preparing to walk down the aisle and, a woman going through a bitter divorce, her feelings about marriage. Our feelings about situations, experiences, words, etc are very subjective and individual. Somewhere along the line, you developed feelings about meditation and because that feeling is not offering anything of benefit to you, it’s time to let it go.

Here is an exercise to help you let go of those negative (“negative” meaning nothing more than non-beneficial) thoughts. You can use this exercise for a variety of areas of your life as well. Take a piece of paper and down the left side of the paper, write down each negative thought you have about meditation. Then next to each of those thoughts, down the right side, write the opposing positive statement. When you are focusing on the negative thoughts, be non-judgmental. Do not judge yourself for these thoughts. In fact, look for and find the humor in them, allowing yourself to laugh openly. Laughter is an amazing tool when trying to break thought patters, habits… Your list might look something like this:

I can’t meditate I meditate easily.

I do not have time to meditate. I have plenty of time to meditate.

I can’t quiet my brain. I easily still my thoughts.

My breathing is unsteady. My breathing is just perfect for meditation.

Meditation is scary. Meditation brings me joy.

You get the point. Take the time to examine and write down all thoughts that might be preventing you from moving forward with meditation. Be honest. Promise yourself that you will actively attempt to disregard the negative thoughts and replace them with your new thoughts. Each time an old thought bubbles up, let it but, then offer your new thought. Just this simple act of doing something to counteract your predisposed notions, can help immensely.

Now, let’s get to the crux of most people’s opposition to meditating. The #1 biggest excuse given (I’ve used it myself for years) is the seeming impossibility to be thought free. I mean, isn’t the goal of meditation to be thoughtless? Here are my usual goals for meditation, yours might be different:

· To Calm Myself
· To Reflect on a Situation or Question
· To Achieve an Altered State
· To Look Inward
· To Communicate with Spirit via my Higher Self
· To Become Fully Present

To be effective in any of my goals, I do need to quiet myself. Now, ask anyone who knows me, the words “quiet” and “Michelle” are rarely used in the same sentence. My brain is forever going and usually with just random subject jumping information. How can I empty my brain?
How do you empty the trash? By acknowledging that it is there, paying attention to it and then letting it go. Ask any mother and she’ll tell you that as soon as she empties the trash, more just shows up. It takes practice and dedication to keep your brain quiet for any extended amount of time. We may not realize it but there are times in each day where we are thought free. These moments go by without any fanfare or acknowledgement but, these moments to exist. The trick is to learn how to harness those moments and turn them into minutes. Here are some steps or actions that you can do to help quiet your brain;

Choose a quiet, calming space. You need not have a separate room but if choosing a space within a space, try to separate it by its intended use. For instance, if you are using a chair that is in your bedroom, turn the chair so that it faces away from the bed. Maybe put a small table next to the chair. As you set up your space, fill it with love and intent. See yourself here having successful meditation sessions. See yourself relaxed and calm in the chair. You may be inclined to put things on your table that make you calm or happy. This is fine, although I would suggest that you keep photos of people out of this space. This is about and for you and your goal is to minimize thoughts. Maybe you have a favorite soft blanket you want to drape on the chair. Maybe you like candles and incense and you want those near you. Make this your place but be minimal in your approach. Create a distraction free environment and honor it by not placing dirty clothes, agenda books, bills, etc in this space ever.

Choose a time. When choosing a time, make sure that the risk of being interrupted is minimal. Turn the ringers off on your phone. Shut your door. Choose a time that you will not be too sleepy. Don’t set yourself up either by choosing a time in the middle of your work day. Although you can meditate any time you want, it is best in the beginning to be regular about your times. Also, be realistic in the beginning. Your goal may be to meditate daily but you can start with once or twice a week. Honor yourself by showing up for your appointment. If you must reschedule with yourself, set a new time immediately and be honest with yourself in your reason for cancelling.

Choose duration. We have all heard of people who meditate for hours. That may even be your goal. In the beginning, however, I would suggest you choose something more within reach. Say, one minute. One minute??? Yes, one minute. Get good at one minute than increase it to two, then to three………..

Acknowledge the thoughts that jump in. Imagine these thoughts as thought bubbles, like in cartoons. See the thought. Say thank you to it and see it pop or float away. Do this with each thought. Thoughts are like spoiled children demanding attention. So, pay attention and send them on their way.

Be productive in thought. Give your brain something to focus on. Very low non-lyrical music works well. Focus on the sound from one instrument. Feel the vibration of it. Imagine the notes rising and falling. Can you find a beat that matches your breathing or your heart rate? Maybe music does little for you. If that’s the case, imagine a scene. You are in charge so make it anywhere. Maybe it’s a place you’ve visited or maybe only dreamed of. Be fully present in the scene. Use all your senses. Feel the sun on your skin, the breeze from the west… Smell the rain that just came through, the salt water, the flowers… See the colors. Use natural things when seeing the colors. (Yellow like a lemon rather than yellow like the paint in my kitchen). Hear the sounds of leaves blowing, the surf crashing. You may even hear a voice.

Be kind to yourself. Acknowledge the effort you put in. Literally say “Good job” to yourself. Notice how you feel. Later, look back at your session and see if there is anything you would like to change – add, eliminate, etc. If you make a change and it doesn’t work, no problem. Simply adjust again.

Find like minded friends. Join a group where you can meet like-minded people. In a remote location? There are so many online networks with a spiritual purpose, that you should never feel alone. Not ready for that? That’s okay. Read. We often feel close to the authors of our favorite books and feel that they are our friends. One book I love is The Red Book by Sera Beak. If you are a no-nonsense woman with an appreciation of humor and you aren’t afraid to embrace your full femininity read The Red Book. At the back of the book, Sera offers countless recommendations of books on a variety of topics (including vibrators!!)

Meditation is personal. Do what suits you best. Do not compare yourself to others (who, truly you have no real idea about their own feelings of success) and hold yourself to some crazy standard. The fact that you are trying is to be commended. Pat yourself on the back for even reading this article. In reading this article though, know that these are reccomendations. Take what works and leave the rest.

Friends, remember everything is a process. We are all learning and growing and evolving. Be patient. Anything worthwhile is worth waiting for. There is so much to be gained from acquiring the ability to meditate. I promise you will be amazed.

And, just so you know, I have to work at meditation too. I have to pop an unbelievable amount of thought bubbles! But, I have had enough success to motivate me to keep working at it.

Cheers!

Psychic’s and Spirituality

Are psychics necessarily spiritual? The plain answer is no. I think this is important to talk about because people generally believe that, to be a psychic one must be spiritual. Let’s back this up a little to another belief I have.

I believe that each and every one of us has the innate ability to access information via the sixth sense. Are some people better at it than others? Yes. Do some people possess a stronger sense in intuitive abilities rather than, say, clairaudience? Yes. It’s easy to understand if you think about playing the piano. We can all hit the keys in one way or another but certainly there are those we would prefer listening to over others. Most, if not all of us, can think of times when we thought of someone then suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, we heard from them. Maybe we were lost driving in a strange place and “felt” that we needed to turn left only to find the exact place we were looking for. Many of us have had countless other experiences with things we were unable to explain. And even more of us have ignored these experiences, gut feelings, etc. Since the beginning of time, people have reported odd occurrences, psychic impressions, encounters with lost loved ones…. Enough so that scientists continue to conduct testing and experiments and the government has created things like the STARGATE program. So, for the sake of argument and, because you are here, reading my blog, I’m going to assume you already believe in the existence of these abilities. In a nutshell, regardless of race, culture, socioeconomic status, religion, age… we can all be psychics or gain information psychically.

Think about the people you know, have known, and will ever know in your life. Are each and everyone what you would consider spiritual? Are they all coming from a place of love? Are they all concerned about the better good? I’m going to make that jump and answer for you. No. Do they all have the ability to exercise their psychic sense? We’ve already answered that one. Yes.
So what or where is this knowledge that a psychic has the ability to access with something other than our five senses? Some people believe that the information gained by a psychic is given to them through angels or spiritual guides and sometimes even from our dearly departed but definitely from an otherworldly entity. Others hold a more Jungian belief, that being that we tap into a Universal or Collective Unconscious. Jung stated in his book Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious (p.43) “My thesis then, is as follows: in addition to our immediate consciousness, which is of a thoroughly personal nature and which we believe to be the only empirical psyche (even if we tack on the personal unconscious as an appendix), there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals. This collective unconscious does not develop individually but is inherited. It consists of pre-existent forms, the archetypes, which can only become conscious secondarily and which give definite form to certain psychic contents.” I think of this Collective Unconscious as a holding “place” of all the knowledge of what was, is, and ever will be. I personally believe in a sort of spiritual soup mixture of the two.

I can almost hear you ask, “Accessing this information is spiritual unto itself, isn’t it?” Yes! That naturally leads to you asking “Well then, what the heck do you mean when you say that psychic’s aren’t necessarily spiritual?” Fair enough. Let me try to explain what I mean. We are all spiritual beings, each of us with an eternal soul, purpose and connection to the divine. Few of us walking around this world today live a spiritual life 100% of the time. Of course there are the Mother Teresa types and the Dalai Lama and others but for the most part, we all struggle with our shortcomings and defects of character, as we should. Huh? Yes, as we should. We are spiritual creatures having a human experience. Being psychic is actually the perfect storm for out-of-control egos. We tell ourselves that we are somehow more special than the average Joe. We have a “special” connection to the other side. We might even have “special powers”. We might even believe that we are never wrong. Not very spiritual sounding, is it? No, it’s not.

Unfortunately, these types of feelings are present and full blown in many people who “work” as psychics. After some time thinking and believing these thoughts, I believe it is next to impossible to suspend the ego and get to that place of using the sixth sense. Not wanting to recognize this, the “psychic” then relies on other ways of getting information. Most of this has to do with making very vague statements or asking you questions designed to gain more information from you. Their intent has gone from connecting in a spiritual manner for a spiritual reason to a completely self focused intent. If you do not tell them how amazing and wonderful they are, they will.
So, where do I think I fall in all this spirituality vs. ego stuff? I’d love to say that I am 100% spiritual, 100% of the time but that would be an ego filled statement! So one cancels out the other there but I do try. I try daily. I try to string together as many of those spiritual moments as possible. I don’t think I’m elite or better than anyone else. I do sometimes get a little too pleased with myself if I give incredibly accurate information. I forget that it just came through me, it was not of me. I heard a friend of mine say “Please don’t feed the psychic” meaning do not feed them information but, I take it a step further. Don’t feed their ego crazily either.

The reason I wrote this was so that people don’t make the mistake of putting a psychic on a pedestal. It’s no good for you and it’s certainly not good for them. Each of you has the ability to access this place of information. Each of you already does, even though you might not recognize that. So please don’t make the mistake of giving anyone, including psychics, too much power. They probably aren’t a walking angel and if they are, their wings have been clipped. If a psychic tells you that you need to do something, check in with your own gut first. Does it “feel” right to you? Does your inner psychic play well with theirs?

Psychic are people too.