There is a saying that we teach what we need to learn. This may seem confusing. Shouldn’t the teacher already know what they are teaching?
Yes. And no.
At the university where I teach public relations, I am constantly learning new things as I read up on new approaches and hear the fresh perspectives from my students. I’ve been working in the industry for 20 years but yes, there is still more for me to know and often my teaching itself reminds me of things I’ve somehow forgotten.
This occurs in my work as a transformational teacher where I help women connect to their intuition and manage their psychic gifts so they can live their Purpose. I am a psychic channel and, as such, I’m highly attuned to my intuition and energies. I’ve also accumulated a huge amount of knowledge about how to use my gifts and how they manifest for others. But nevertheless, there is still more for me to learn and often my clients, or the words I prepare for them, teach the teacher instead.
Tonight I did a video about indecision and the patterns of behaviour that no longer serve us. I talked about spending the first 30 years of my life being incredibly indecisive because I didn’t trust myself. I also mentioned that we frequently have negative patterns of behaviour that we repeat across all parts of our lives.
Imagine my surprise shortly afterwards when I realised I had a negative behaviour pattern repeating in my own life. I also discovered I was being indecisive about a particular issue because I wasn’t trusting myself.
Oh, the irony.
My pattern is something a lot of people can relate to: the need to be doing something all the time in the hope that it will hurry the Universe along. My mind has a timetable it would like to be adhered to but it’s not happening. There is universal timing at play but I’m resisting that by trying to push things forward when I actually need to pause, take a breath, and wait for a sign to proceed.
Can you relate to this?
We’re taught that we have to push, push, push and work, work, work to get what we desire. The thought of things flowing (and simply doing what we feel called to do when the timing is right) is almost a foreign concept to most people. But in my experience, when you feel like you’re forcing something through the eye of a needle and nothing is moving, then you need to stop and wait for the timing to be right or pivot your direction.
Wise words, huh? What a shame I’d forgotten them over the last few days when I was trying to force an outcome that either just isn’t ready or perhaps isn’t in my best interests.
When a good friend said, “Maybe you don’t have to ‘do’ anything” I shook my head in amazement at the simplicity and complete accuracy of her statement.
When you’ve tried everything and you don’t know what else to do, pause for a moment, regroup and know that it’s okay to do so. You will move ahead when the time is right.
Tonight I received a reminder that I had slipped into an old behaviour pattern that wasn’t serving me and it was exactly what I had shared on video early in the day. The teacher became the student and taught what she needed to learn.
And so it is.
PS. The picture is of the beautiful arena in Verona – something to take your mind off trying to force things. x
Lucretia Ackfield is a published author, psychic channel and a transformational who helps women reconnect to their passions, own their intuitive power and uncover their Divine Purpose so they can create change and serve humanity. If you’d like more information about her programs, you can find her on Facebook under Lucretia’s Words or join her private Facebook group Rock Your Inner Channel.
Well, I arrived in Verona yesterday and will be here for the next seven days. I wish I could say my trip here was all ease and grace but sadly, it wasn’t.
I left the AirBnB apartment in Perugia with Riccardo (the owner) and Sonya (the other traveller staying there) waving to me from the door as I awkwardly shuffled my luggage into the tiny lift. They both got up especially to see me off and I was touched (particularly as they looked as though they could easily sleep for another three hours).
I boarded the train from Perugia successfully and then found myself in conversation with three Americans (a couple and another woman). The couple were a little older, well-travelled and he was a lawyer with a passion for food, Italy and travelling in general. He reminded me of that actor Robert Klein in Two Weeks’ Notice. Their daughter was flying in later that day and they would take her shopping in Milan for her wedding dress over the next week- what a lovely engagement gift. He talked about the importance of creating experiences his children would remember. I loved that. Experiences are what you take with you.
The other woman was friendly and clearly enjoying her trip after indulging in some wonderful shopping for scarves and wine. However, she did spend a significant amount of time talking about how AirBnBs aren’t really clean (i.e. dust under the bed) and how the food in Italy doesn’t taste the same as it does back home (e.g. tiramisu). Why people expect things to be the same as they are ‘back home’ is beyond me. If you want things to be the same then don’t go anywhere. However, it was clear she was doing her best to push her own comfort limits generally and she was nice enough.
Unfortunately, as we pulled into Firenze (where I was to catch my connecting train to Verona), they all took a while to get their bags and I, being the polite person I am, waited for them. As a result I made it to the train exit doors just as they locked.
As fate would have it, I couldn’t catch my train from the next station and my ticket was non-transferrable. Fortunately for the Americans, the station didn’t overly affect their travel plans so they were fine. Serves me right for being polite. Ha! Ha! As the lawyer also pointed out, this was an occasion when I just needed to go with it (I’d mentioned during our earlier conversation that I try to take this approach whenever I travel…ha bloody ha Universe!).
So I had to buy a new ticket (37EU). This time it would take me via Bologna where I would need to change trains to get to Verona. Cue two-hour wait in the train station.
My next train was one of the high-speed deluxe trains and it was a fabulous. Ultra-modern, new and clean. But the trip from Firenze to Bologna is relatively short so I couldn’t enjoy it for long. I did have a great chat to an older Columbian couple sitting across the aisle though. They both had lovely energy and had spent about a month in Italy so far. They were loving every minute of their holiday and recommended I visited the towns of Turino and Lucca.
Unfortunately, the stylish train was 15 minutes late leaving Firenze. The train conductor kindly rang ahead and asked the driver of the connecting train to delay his departure for a minute or two as we would now be arriving precisely when he was due to leave.
Unfortunately, Stefania (another passenger) and I leapt from the Firenze train and sprinted to 2 est platform just in time to see our connection pulling out at the other end.
We then bumped into Rita (another passenger in the same situation) and after perusing the timetable we established that it would be two hours before we could hop the next train to Verona. Fortunately, our tickets would still be valid by then.
We retreated to a bar where Stefania, a civil engineer who also weaves (yes, on a loom to create beautiful rugs and blankets, etc.) and Rita downed an expresso or two in tiny white cups while I indulged in a hot chocolate (not appropriate for mid-afternoon by Italian standards but by this stage I cared nought for that!). Stefania generously shouted the round and then in true Italian style she and Rita smoked up a storm while we chatted about life. Smoking is still de rigueur here whereas it’s increasingly rare back home in Australia. Italians of all ages smoke anywhere, anytime, near children, while pregnant, at dinner. What can you do but accept…when in Italia and all that.
Anyway, we had a wide-ranging conversation, me with my stumbling Italian, Stefania with her good English and Rita with her no English at all – Stefania translated for her at various times.
Eventually the hours passed and we finally boarded the train for the last leg of our journey. Rita disembarked before me – she travels to Firenze once per month (and has done for 17 years) for experimental treatment to prevent her going blind from a rather nasty condition called retinitis pigmentosa. She and three of her sight-impaired friends had just this week decided to write a book about all the ‘train stories’ they have experienced/learned during their monthly trips. Rita uses Google translate extensively and my resounding memory is hearing her say “Okay, Google” as she would speak into her phone and ask for a translation.
I got off at Verona and said goodbye to the fabulous Stefania (we will definitely stay in touch). I made it easily to the Tabacchi to buy my bus ticket and then, with the AirBnB man What’s App’g me instructions and then asking “Where are you?” I boarded the number 11 bus. Following the instructions on the Moovit App I got off at Porta Vescovo and the two transport inspectors on the footpath made room for me as I maneuvered my suitcase and my person out the bus doors. One of them subsequently asked me for my bus ticket.
Over the next five minutes I unsuccessfully searched for that piece of thin card on my person and in my bags to no avail – picture me crouched on the footpath with my belongings strewn around me as the two inspectors (and Lord knows who else) watched on. Eventually, he took pity on me and said don’t worry about. My humiliation as I stuffed my belongings haphazardly back into my bags was complete and it was only the third time that day that I’d felt like crying from tiredness/frustration/overwhelm. Last year I’d had a similar experience on a bus in Ischia so it seems I am a magnet for transport inspectors. Next time I buy a ticket I’ll staple it to my forehead or something.
The AirBnB man was conspicuously absent throughout this incident and when I rang he said he was at the bus stop we’d discussed but could not see me.
I had got off one stop too late – thank you Moovit app.
Olindo eventually found me and with his minuscule English (far less than my Italian skills), he grabbed my suitcase and walked me to the apartment – kindly carrying my rather heavy luggage up a flight of stairs to get there.
He showed me around the apartment (it’s very modern), gave me a map and said he’d What’s App me the details for good places to eat. He also asked if I spoke Spanish (because apparently my Italian sounds like it’s Spanish). I’ve never spoken Spanish in my life. Clearly my accent is deplorable.
When I recounted the day’s debacles to a friend she said, sounds like you’ve been taught a lesson in patience today. She’s probably right. I also learned that the best laid plans can go awry when you’re too polite.
Lucretia Ackfield is a published author, psychic channel and transformational teacher who is currently traveling through one of her favourite countries in search of adventure, inspiration, transformation and space to write.
Today I’m at Eurochocolate in Perugia and they’re creating some every special and interesting things out of very large and ordinary blocks of chocolate.
This struck me as a rather good metaphor for life. You can treat your life as a big block of ordinariness that can’t be changed. Or you can look at your block and ask yourself, “What am I going to create out of this?”
You’ve only got one life. What are you going to create with it? Is it going to be amazing or is it going to be a big block of ordinary where nothing ever really happens? It’s completely up to you to make your life into something wonderful.
My client Maddy recently gave me feedback on one of my programs. She said her life is now “exhilarating” because she’s connected into what she wants and she’s doing it!!
I feel so blessed to work with women like Maddy who say things like, “It’s my life and there’s more than this so what do I have to do?” If you’re that kind of woman then I want to hear from you too.
My new three-month intensive program is called LIVE ON PURPOSE and it’s designed to help women connect back into their passion, own their intuitive power and discover their purpose.If you’re ready to carve out your block of chocolate and create something magical then email me at lucretia@lucretiaswords.com or PM me on Facebook.
Whenever I speak to someone who is passionate about their Calling in life – their Mission or Purpose – it is in those moments that the now is transcended and instead a light is shone upon what is possible (not what is probable).
I am sitting in Italy as I write this – a country that has called me back again and again – and one of its most magnetic features is the passion of its people.
Italians for the most part are passionate about life. They are compelled to express themselves verbally, emotionally and physically. The man on the mobile phone, waving his arms around as he sits in the front seat of his car, parked for a moment to better carry on the conversation. The lovers entwined in the parks for all to see. The sister gesticulating and loudly telling off her brother while gathered at a restaurant with family and friends.
It is all passionate self-expression. It is not constrained by sensibility or what others believe you should or must do. No. It is the opposite. It is an all out, hands waving, emotions flowing, words crashing through the maze of any pretense of mediocrity.
It was this passion that first pulled me into Italy’s grasp. Like a sorcerer’s potion, it was the passion for life and expression that bewitched me and held me fast. And as I wandered around town today I remembered my initial attraction, the spell I was placed under oh so many years ago. I recalled why passion is significant, transformative and so incredibly important.
When you have passion, you can transform the impossible into the miraculously self-evident; you can find a way through that others do not see; and you can move a person, a community or the world to an entirely new level of consciousness about an issue.
In so many ways we seem to avoid this passion. It has no real place to reside in a world where we seek to control what we do, what others do and how we live. Control is the enemy of passion.
But passion is the engine that transforms indifference to compassion. It is the lifeblood that separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom. Passion has stopped repression, lifted scientific discoveries beyond the known, and has created change where there was only stagnation of hearts and minds.
For me, passion resides in Italy. But I know it is elsewhere too. I have seen it; glimpsed it in random conversations with strangers, new acquaintances and friends who want to change the world and make it better. But too often it is dampened down by desires for acceptance, fear of judgement, a simple lack of emotional support or devaluing of self.
But the ones with passion are the ones I am passionate about. I see you all. I feel your desire for change and the stymying of your gifts as you try to twist yourself into molds of another’s making.
I call ENOUGH!!
Enough of making yourself small. It’s time to let your Soul fly and your Passion breathe. It’s time for you to change your world. Start small, think big. It is possible if you believe, if you try, if you unleash what resides within you.
Your passionate self-expression is needed, craved by a world that sometimes seems to be sliding into an abyss of mediocrity, ignorant leadership and a compassion deficit of epic proportions. When I look around, I see what is wrong and I ask, “Where are they? Where are those who are willing to rise up and change the world? When will they start?”
You are the “they” I speak of. If you read this and you feel the call, it is you.
Cast out all the pain and suffering and rejection of before. Pull out every single arrow that has pierced your heart and throat and self-worth. Pull them out and throw them to the ground to be absorbed back into the earth.
It’s time for you to show your passion again. It’s time for you to rise and do what you came to do. Your Soul is ready and the Universe is calling you on.
It’s time for your passion to fuel the changes we need today. Not tomorrow, not next week, next year or the next decade. It’s time now.
Bring your passion, bring your desire, bring your love and let all else fall away. It is time.
It is you.
It is now.
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For some people, the Intellect is like a cranky old man with bushy eyebrows who peers suspiciously out the corner of his eye at a light, seemingly ungrounded and irresponsible female called Intuition. Although it doesn’t have to be this way, I know some people believe the cranky old man is far more trustworthy than the flighty gadabout female working within a ‘space’ that is about things you cannot see and trusts in things that you instinctively know to be true when your mind would have you believe otherwise.
My own personal ‘battle’ (for want of a better word) between Intellect and Intuition has been running for a few years but currently there is a truce in place that is usually kept and tends to satisfy both parties.
The truth is, you don’t have to use one or the other to live your life. In fact, you will get the most effective results if you use Intellect and Intuition in partnership.
I know your mind may initially regard Intuition as unreliable and untrustworthy because sometimes she doesn’t make a lot of sense. After all, intuitive leads will sometimes fly in the face of common sense altogether. And certainly other ‘wiser people’ standing on the sidelines in your life may say your intuitive decisions are fundamentally flawed because they are not supported by facts or logic.
However, your Intellect will eventually become more comfortable when it witnesses the positive outcomes Intuition can help create. Intuition is where the seeds of all creative endeavours lie and it also assists with identifying opportunities and possibilities where the Intellect sees only obstacles. Many of today’s well-known entrepreneurs talk about following their ‘gut’ or using their intuition to help them be successful in their fields. The real key of course, is that these men and women use Intuition to identify the way ahead and then use their Intellect to ground their ideas with solid strategies and infrastructure. This is a key way to use Intellect successfully in partnership with Intuition.
Intuition can also help you make choices that lead to greater personal fulfillment rather than simply meeting the expectations of others or ‘following the crowd’. When we outgrow our current way of life, it is Intuition that will tap us incessantly on the shoulder until we wake up and make changes. Once again, while Intuition will lead the way, Intellect will follow close behind to help implement the changes needed to create a life that is fulfilling for you.
The truth is, Intellect and Intuition can form a dynamic duo if they can agree to get along and work together. But firstly, you will need to let go of your mind’s need to control and then encourage Intellect and Intuition to be friends not foes.
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