Ready to SHARE YOUR Intuitive WISDOM, INSIGHTS and STORY?

Your visit to this page is a wonderful synchronicity to learn about our passionate mission to make YOU a part of our upcoming new book.

We are compiling a fascinating book of intriguing stories from people who have experienced intuitive wisdom moments, life-saving experiences, healing miracles, spiritual missions, and more. 

• Would you like to publish your story with published leaders in the field of intuition and intuitive intelligence?
• Do you have a strong desire or a personal dream to  make a difference in the lives of others?
• Or are you drawn to be a part of an even bigger mission in giving people hope  and show them that they can trust their inner knowing?

Here is how your personal story works…personal stories carry the power of your compassion and the voice of your heart. A reader seeking help is drawn to your story, feels relief that someone has experienced what he has, and finds their answer in your own story.

Can your story of intuition help another person find his or her answer? 

Have you had an intuitive moment when you just knew? Has intuition guided your life in a specific way? Through health issues?  Through crisis? In relationships? In establishing a successful business?

Our book is gathering incredible stories of the power of intuitive intelligence

• Moms talked to their babies in utero
• How people were saved from accidents and near-death by their inner knowing
• How people are using intuition to establish successful businesses
• How health professionals use intuition with their clients
• How coaches use intuition as a coaching skill to guide their clients
• How animal trainers connect with animals.
• Dads have intuition too!

Here is an example of K. A. ‘s contribution

What Mysterious Voice

Saved Their Lives?

 We drove our beautiful Huskies to the pet hotel, the fancy name for our local vet in small town, Texas, and said goodbye as they entered the dog yard to roust and run with their canine buddies.  Jon and I were headed straight to west Texas on a long 12-hour drive across flat lands that comprised the western half of this great state. We talked and sang with the radio until we hit that spot of radio silence, and we knew we had entered the middle of nowhere. We drove through grasslands and then through the desert where the highway went straight to a distant mirage of mountains, gritty dust covered the windshield, and ruined the wipers when attempting visibility with the little water we squirted on the glass. Finally, our entertainment became driving near the tarantulas on the highway without actually squishing them. We saw no people on this isolated road.

 We were headed to the campgrounds of Big Bend National Park, the wild, mystical 801,000 acres of west Texas which encompasses the boundaries of the Unites States and Mexico, where the mighty Rio Grande (Great River) changes its southeast flow to the northeast, creating a large bend in the international border. We arrived late, put up a solid tent with a canvas floor and zippered entryway. I was not wild enough to sleep in the open desert with the rattlers and other desert inhabitants.

The long drive, a hot desert, and hot dogs over the campfire did me in. Jon and I retired to the tent, snuggled into our sleeping bags which were designed to keep us warm when the desert temperatures dropped below freezing. Our chatter didn’t last long, and we intended a daybreak hike.

“Get up and leave now.” The screaming voice wakened me and I turned to Jon, and shouted back, “What’s wrong?”  However, I didn’t wait for an answer. My reaction to a screaming voice was to pump adrenaline. I was out of the bedroll, lit the lantern, and then throwing on my jeans and tennis shoes when I turned to Jon. He was sound asleep. What?

I know what I heard. I shook Jon awake, and with all the urgency in packing the car, I told him we were leaving. He slowly got dressed and asked what was going on. When I explained the screaming voice, he didn’t even blink. The tent came down, food and supplies thrown in the trunk and we were in the car and driving with urgency to a highway.

“Crap, it is 3 o’clock in the morning, ” I said. I still wasn’t sure what we were doing, but I knew we had to do it.

“Which direction…where am I turning? Jon asked as we approached the intersection of the lone 2-lane highway.

“North…left,” I replied after hearing that voice in my head again. The tone was urgent, but not yelling.

About fifteen minutes down the highway, Jon finally asked what had happened and why we were leaving the campground. I explained the screaming voice, waking up without even questioning or doubting since I thought he had screamed at me to get up and get on the road. He listened politely and we drove on silently in the dark, with two dusty, dim headlights guiding our way to wherever the highway led us.

Three hours later, dawn happened and we found a small diner, which was open at 6:00 AM. I couldn’t imagine whom they served so early, but Jon and I were hungry enough to eat half-dollar sized pancakes, omelets, hash browns, juice and coffee. What delicious meal.

As we paid at the counter, Jon also purchased a larger map, asked where we were, and I grabbed the small morning newspaper on the counter while he got his bearings. The headlines read, “Flash flooding Kills 13 in Basin Campgrounds.”

Jon and I had pitched our tent in the Basin campgrounds, many acres of desert where we could camp privately and not hear or see other folks. In reading the article, I learned that Jon and I had been saved from death by the mysterious voice. The news story explained how rare a flash flood was that time of year, and yet three separate families had died together.  I was in awe and speechless. Jon sort of gulped and said a silent thank you god.

We headed home.  The vacation was over and had a new perspective on life, for sure.