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Busily planting daffodil bulbs in the newly turned earth I was rudely interrupted by a voice telling me to go back to the house.

I glanced over at the house wondered what it was all about, then went back to my bulb-planting.

Moving along to a new section of the garden, I again heard the words, “go to the house Jo”. I resisted, determined to plant my bulbs.

The voice became insistent and I became all the more intent on my chore, ignoring the growing urgency in the message. I stood up, turned and said out-loud that I would go back to the house when I’d finished, and not before.

I stopped pretty much mid-sentence and found myself looking at the house … just looking. All seemed fine … what was the urgency?

Without being fully aware of my actions, I found myself just about being physically frog-marched towards the house, still wondering what the drama was all about.

Opening the sliding door I was confronted by a wall of acrid smoke. The quilt drying on a rack near the fireplace had toppled over, falling directly onto the firebox. The synthetic fibres had melted and were on the verge of sparking flames.

I grabbed the quilt and threw it outside, still smouldering, and opened all the doors and windows to air out the house.

Disaster averted …

…. but had I not actually taken heed of the ‘messages’, eventhough I didn’t understand the meaning or reason at the time, I would have lost my house and everything in it.

The moral of the story is to ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION.

Love and Light

Joanne

Sacred Scribes

Joanne - psychicandspiritual - Sacred Scribes at 09:11PM on Aug 16, 2009

Busily planting daffodil bulbs in the newly turned earth I was rudely interrupted by a voice telling me to go back to the house.

 

I glanced over at the house wondered what it was all about, then went back to my bulb-planting.

 

Moving along to a new section of the garden, I again heard the words, “go to the house Jo”. I resisted, determined to plant my bulbs.

 

The voice became insistent and I became all the more intent on my chore, ignoring the growing urgency in the message. I stood up, turned and said out-loud that I would go back to the house when I’d finished, and not before.

 

I stopped pretty much mid-sentence and found myself looking at the house … just looking. All seemed fine … what was the urgency?

 

Without being fully aware of my actions, I found myself just about being physically frog-marched towards the house, still wondering what the drama was all about.

 

Opening the sliding door I was confronted by a wall of acrid smoke. The quilt drying on a rack near the fireplace had toppled over, falling directly onto the firebox. The synthetic fibres had melted and were on the verge of sparking flames.

 

I grabbed the quilt and threw it outside, still smouldering, and opened all the doors and windows to air out the house.

 

Disaster averted …

…. but had I not actually taken heed of the ‘messages’, eventhough I didn’t understand the meaning or reason at the time, I would have lost my house and everything in it.

 

The moral of the story is to ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION.

 

Love and Light

 

Joanne

Sacred Scribes

Wow... I am so glad you heeded the warning Joanne, and were not harmed in any way!

It's a great reminder for all of us.

Love and Light

Jen

No matter what we call it, still small voice,  gut feeling, hunch, or even granny goose's hiss, yes we need to take heed and have the courage to take action when it calls.  Bless you for doing so even when the bulbs called.