A Spiritual Journey | The Intuitive

A few weeks after “The Event,” as I had taken to calling it, the sublime joy and peace that accompanied it was waning, and the persistent peck, peck, peck of my logical brain was demanding answers.

I pulled out my books, and I searched the internet; I decided to meditate on it — and then just as quickly changed my mind. I read articles and newsletters and watched YouTube videos about anything that sounded remotely related to my experience.

I went down an esoteric wormhole. I found the Sedona Method, struggled through the Kybalion's original text, and booked 6 sessions in a float tank I never intend to use. The Universe had spoken directly to my soul, and I was searching for a reason. Why me? Why now? After a lifetime of feeling like something was fundamentally wrong with me, that a piece of me was missing, I was now questioning the gift of wholeness. If that isn’t a sign of ego, I don’t know what is.

Over lunch one afternoon, as I rambled on about some TedTalk I had just seen, my wife looked up from hersalad and asked, “Could Leanne help?”

I had thought of Leanne as well but was hesitant to reach out. Not because I didn’t think she could help, but because she knew me and, more importantly, she would tell me the truth— what if she just confirmed that I was on a one-way road to Loonyville?