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Chapter 1 Source: The Sea of Intuition The sacred is the emotional force which connects the parts to the whole. Author unknown So profoundly does the ocean affect those who live near it that it follows them forever. I couldn't have been more than a few years old the first time I saw the ocean and went crazy with ecstasy, racing back and forth on the beach, splashing in the shallows. That ecstasy arrived every summer with our return to the ocean, to the same stretch of beach along the South Carolina coast, the town where great-grandparents were buried and their offspring still lived. It was a homecoming for my grandparents, but as I got older I began to understand it more clearly as a different sort of homecoming all my own. When I swam in the ocean, a strange thing happened: My sense of self dissolved and then resurfaced, bigger and emptier, but definitely better. I let go of who I thought I was and then remembered who I really was. It was as simple as that. This phenomenon came into focus completely the summer I was ten. It was June, and though the sun was hot, the water was cold. I got used to the temperature of the water, moving farther and farther into the breakers. Beyond the breakers, with the water up to my chest, and my feet resting lightly on the ocean floor, my arms floated on either side; I turned my face to the sun and out to sea. As I did this, I forgot my life storyage, gender, family, everything. As it evaporated, a deep happiness came over me and I lost gravity slightly, the salt water making my body buoyant and lighter, part of the sea. A self returned that knew its own nature, something without boundaries but focused in me. I was both empty and full. I turned back to watch my grandfather and father fishing down the strand from where I floated in the sea. I could see the bucket of bait and my grandfather's black Labrador sitting on her haunches next to him. I watched my mother and grandmother and sister and cousins in their folding chairs on the beach, reading and laughing. A straw sun hat caught in the wind and blew down the beach. I watched them all and knew we belonged to one another, but for all the pull and strength of that belonging, I belonged even more to this larger self, this knowing, this inner atmosphere, which felt like an invisible companion with answers to questions I had not yet asked. It did not require that I do anything at all but witness it. As I did, it grew stronger, as if to say: Call upon me, anytime. These spells of knowing that began in the sea informed me of my own deeper nature in a way nothing else could. They taught me about being in the flow. Eventually, I could find this knowing, this flow, anywhere, but it came most easily when I was around a body of water, whether a small creek or a filled bathtub. Water triggered this ability to forget myself and to return to some essential state that was both empty and full. That space allowed me to understand interrelationship, the exchange of energies between everything. And though I could not know enough to predict the outcome of these exchanges, I could feel their potential, as if they were part of my sea. It was like an extra natural sense, in addition to smell and taste. Much later, I would learn that there was a word for this: intuition. This extra sense, this intuition, was an inner eye capable of accurately relating parts to a whole. Intuition originated in the heart, not the head. It offered no guarantees, no certain facts, but rather a knowing whose confidence was based upon its capacity to flowflowing along a pathway with no falsehood in it at all. Everyone is intuitive. Each of us has his or her own flow, depending on our focus. You may pick up totally different worlds of information from what your spouse or best friend may tune in to. Each of us has a different method of letting go of who weCampbell, Elizabeth Rose is the author of 'Intuitive Astrology Follow Your Best Instincts to Become Who You Always Intended to Be', published 2003 under ISBN 9780345437105 and ISBN 0345437101.
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