(And You’ve Probably Had It Since You Were Three)
Intuition is what makes you most unique.
Not your words. Not your intelligence. Not even how you express yourself. It’s your connection to your inner voice.
Oprah calls them God whispers. Others call them divine consciousness. You can call them whatever resonates. But I like to believe that as kids, we called it imagination. And as adults, we upgrade it to intuition.
It’s been within us since toddlerhood—since we first started making sense of the world. And yet so many parents look at their children and ask, “Where did you learn that?” No one taught them. They just *knew*.
How?
When I was a kid, my mom said I seemed to just know things. I was highly attuned. I didn’t want to get dirty or eat with my hands. I taught myself to use the toilet. I was reading by two. Learning piano and developing an imaginary friend named Sisarina by three.
I just knew things.
But *how*?
I like to think some of us are old souls.
We’ve been here enough times that we know the drill. We find our way without the usual parental guidance. We know what to do, what to ask, how to get our feet under us quickly.
But then we get to school.
Suddenly we want to fit in while also standing out. We want to learn like the others while also expressing ourselves—until we discover that setting ourselves apart gets us teased. Or tortured. So we hide who we really are.
Until one day, we can’t keep splitting ourselves anymore.
We have to step into who we really are.
But how?
By remembering.
As I said, I like to think of imagination as the childlike version of our adult intuition. It’s something parents can understand and write off as childish. But as adults, we get ridiculed for it.
Why?
Because it’s out of bounds. It’s a kind of thinking most people will never understand—because it’s not thinking at all.
Intuition doesn’t come from our minds. It comes from the divine. From Source.
I believe mine comes from my higher self. Her name is Ariya, and she is magnificent. She’s a part of me, connected to higher consciousness. She’s the God whisperer. The divine.
And I know when it’s her versus when it’s me.
Her voice? Fast. It gives answers.
My voice? It asks questions.
Mine is worried and fearful.
Hers is certain.
Mine is based on what I’ve read, listened to, studied, understood.
Hers is often completely out of left field. Most times doesn’t fully make sense in the 3D world, yet is also crystal clear and sure. And never wrong.
Remember Kevin Costner in *Field of Dreams*? That’s what intuition looks like. Building a baseball diamond in the middle of a cornfield because you heard: *If you build it, they will come.*
But how do we find this voice?
We have to slow down and listen.
I know this because I am becoming incredibly practiced at how NOT to do it.
Two weeks ago, my husband saw me headed toward burnout… again. The last few years have been some of the most challenging of my life—a business teetering on the edge of extinction, an identity crisis of epic proportions, a marriage that almost didn’t make it.
He knew if I didn’t take a break, *I* wouldn’t make it.
He sat me down and said: “What if I took over your inbox? Figured out some Instagram posts for you? Built out the sales page for the thing you already want to create? What if you went offline for ten days? To write more of your book. To journal. To rest. To nap. To get grounded. And then you come back… rested?”
I sat across from him in tears.
My whole system seemed to settle just hearing those words.
It felt like the worst possible timing—right before the holidays, the last push before everyone closes up shop. I had *so much* to do. But I saw the worry in his eyes. He knew I needed it. And he wasn’t going to leave me alone to figure it out. He was going to hold down the fort so I could do this fully.
I agreed.
I posted a last-minute message. Turned off my phone. And stepped away.
I’ll share more about what happened during my quiet time soon. But for now, I want you to know this:
I struggled to stay offline. I sat with myself, facing some of my darkest demons. I found myself checking in to see if things were working yet. But I also allowed myself to truly settle into my own system. To become attuned to what is true. What is real. And what is *mine*.
I challenge you to do the same.
Take even a few hours away from your phone. Disconnect from the outside world. Turn off the TV that’s always running in the background. Go outside and lay in the grass. Give yourself the space to listen to what is yours.
Because so often, we’re taking on everyone else’s stuff. We don’t even know what our own inner voice sounds like anymore.
Maybe even name your intuition.
But first—just try to listen.
See if you can hear it. See if the God whispers come through.
They can only reach you if you get quiet. If you disconnect. If you allow yourself to connect to the higher source of beautiful information that’s been there all along.
Waiting for you to tune in.
xoxo
Melanie
PSST. If you’ve been desiring some time offline & away but need the support, I have a no-tech healing retreat for women Jan 15-18 & Dan has one for men Jan 29-Feb 1 or even a couples retreat over Valentine’s weekend. Send me a note & let’s chat.