You see the number again. The same one that's been showing up for weeks. And so you do what most of us have learned to do - you go looking for what it means. You find an explanation that sounds reasonable, maybe even resonates a little, and you carry it with you.
Or you stand somewhere that's been described as sacred, waiting to feel what you've been told you'll feel. And what arrives is something quieter. Or simply different. Or something you do not have words for. And you're not quite sure what to do with that.
Or a dream stays with you through the day and you search for its symbols, trying to understand it like it was written in someone else's language.
There, of course, is no wrong or right with any of this. It's what we were taught. That meaning lives outside us. That someone else holds the interpretion. That there's a system, and if you learn the system, you'll understand.
But what if the system is the very thing that keeps you from hearing what is already there?
What I've seen, again and again, is that the knowing is already present. It is there before the google search. It is there in the moment you stand in a place and feel something entirely your own. It is there in the dream, before you try to translate it.
The work isn't learning someone else's interpretation. It's learning to trust your own. To recognize the quality of your own perception - what it feels like when something is true for you, what it feels like when it isn't. To stop handing away something that was never meant to leave you.
It's like learning a language, except you already speak it. You always have. There simply may have not been much space that reflects it back to you.
This is something I care deeply about exploring with people. What it looks like to return to your own direct knowing, and learn to live from there.
If something in this is stirring a curiosity in you, I'd love to hear from you. You may not know exactly what you're looking for. Just follow the thread.
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With love and blessings,
Susan