Have you ever got a knot in your stomach, as soon as you met someone?

Like, you just knew they were dodgy?

Or, have you ever known something was going to happen before it happened. Then kicked yourself that you didn’t listen?

This happens to me all the time.

Last weekend, I was driving to Byron late at night.

I had been in the car for about 2 hours at this stage, and I was driving in the suburbs. I had been on the highway for ages, and when I was finally in a 50kms zone, I slowed down.

But I felt like I was flying.

I looked down at the gauge and saw I was on the speed limit. Exactly 50kms p/h.

Something inside of me felt like I should slow down. It felt too fast.

So I listened.

It was a quiet road but there was a car behind me.

There was a slight hill in front of me, and I couldn’t see the other side of the hill, and I ended up slowing down to a near stop.

I’m sure the dude in the car behind me was pissed off.

Then, as I went over the top of this pretty much blind hill a car travelling WAYYYY too fast was flying in my direction ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD headed straight for me.

We were on a head on collision course, in the bloody burbs.

I’m screaming at this stage

Cut back to the other car and at the very last moment they veered back to their side of the road.

Leaving me with a bladder about to burst.

I was shaken up.

As I settled down, it dawned on me how lucky I was.

I thought ‘I’m so lucky’ that I had listened to my intuition to slow down, because if I had kept the speed I was travelling, then I would literally be dead right now.

Lucky.

Lucky.

No wait, not lucky at all.

Intuitive.

I listened to the gentle guidance, that we all have inside of us, to make a decision that I didn’t understand in the moment but was all playing out in my favour.

It’s not luck.

It’s listening.

And that’s today’s lesson. Listen to that internal guidance. Listen to what you know is your truth, even if it doesn’t always make sense. Listen to what is being said to you without words.

Remember, it’s all playing out in your favour.

I’d love to hear your stories of listening. Send me an email and let me know when you’ve listened (or ignored!) your intuition and what happened afterwards

Sending love, Mare ‘listening’ Forfa xx