What is your relationship to certainty?
How do you interact with your intuition?
Explore these questions while finding the clues within the narrated story to reflect and maybe even discover the answers.

It was Valentine’s Day, and after purchasing two flower bouquets from one store, I headed to one more market for a few last-minute treats to share with my love. A cold snap was coming, the stores were crowded, and I felt conflicted about bringing a bag filled with gently worn winter jackets into the store for the delivery crew to dig through. I sat in my car for a few minutes longer to feel into the situation. My heart was inspired to gather winter items to share, but my mind considered the situation awkward. Leaving the jackets in the car, I headed into the store, concentrating on my shopping list. At checkout, I took another moment to reflect upon my decision. I looked at the long checkout lines, the busy clerks, and the missing manager. Once again, I felt conflicted. Gathering my grocery bag, I decided to head home; I was already running late. 

Days passed before I noticed my wallet was missing. After looking around the house, I felt the wallet was misplaced but safe. I continued with my day. When it came time to run errands, I didn’t have my driver’s license. I double-checked my search being mindful to avoided that frenetic energy from not trusting my intuition. I also enlisted help to find the missing wallet. When you ask for help, be prepared to receive ardent advice and a few horror stories, too:

“You should call your credit cards in.“

“Did you retrace your steps? “

“When was the last time you had it?”

“Definitely, report your credit cards as stolen; someone is probably enjoying their new supersized television.“

-smart husband

Instead, of heeding his dire warnings, I grabbed my old license and headed out. I inherently knew my wallet wasn’t missing; it was misplaced.

The days continued to pass, allowing for a quiet, reflective space. I decided to replace one credit card used for travel opting for it to be mailed rather than overnighted. As a regular practice, I replace credit cards after international travel, and knowing this card was barely readable, it was a timely move. I didn’t bother with the rest. Then, I sat quietly to retrace my energetic steps. I knew my wallet was at the last grocery store, so I called. Indeed, they had a black wallet, but it wasn’t mine. Odd, but I dropped the search in favor of focusing on my work. It will show itself, I affirmed. Mind you, I had to maneuver carefully without access to cash or credit. My car needed refueling, and I had limited money on hand. Watching that mega-slot-like gas meter, I added $5 bucks worth of fuel to keep my car rolling down the road. Without access to a bank that weekend, I spent a few dollars at the store, not a penny more. At some point, my husband offered, “Shouldn’t you call in your credit cards stolen?”

With my side glance, he concluded, “That’s right, you know.”  

It was day twelve on a Sunday evening when I was about to sign off on a text chat with a gal pal;

I asked her, Hey! Are you good at finding lost things? 

She wasn’t, but we both know what it’s like when things go missing in plain sight. So, she reminded me to check in with my guides, who are likely trying to get my attention. Her guidance was to either ask for my stuff back or find out where the item went. That night, I sat up in bed, closed my eyes, and said to my guides, There is NO LACK. Did I get that right?! Now give me back my wallet. Please and Thank you!

I went to sleep filled with absolute knowing that things may come and go, but I feel abundant. I experience the magnitude of abundance in nature. Easily felt in the rise and setting of our life-sustaining sun and the continuous flow of drinking water from the tap. I truly see and sense universal flow around me, knowing it is created by a higher force to benefit the whole. The following day while in a client session, my husband called to inform me that he just received a phone call from the market manager who claimed to have my wallet in their safe. The manager was puzzled as to why no one had called me and wanted to know when I would pick it up. Instantly, I knew the cash was missing, but everything else would be there. At the store, with my wallet now in my hand, the money gone, but everything else was there. When I returned home, I replaced the bank cards, choosing customized images for the sake of change. Followed by an etheric nod to the person(s) who helped themselves to the cash, I said, that’s on you, babe…I love you.

In 2018, I was invited to stay with the four principal tribes of the the Santa Marta region of Colombia, the Kogi, Arhuaco, Wiwi, and Kuankamo, after a baptismal-like ceremony, I was given a new name that means abundance. I now embody that tribal name fully, although, at the time it was received, I did not. During my visit the tribes needed financial support, and I could not provide it. Instead, my benefit was the ability to intuitively access their unspoken needs and communicate that to our group, which could respond easily. I may or may not have a lot of cash at any given time, but I have the universe flowing through me, manifesting in creative and intuitive ways. Without a doubt, I know that when something is genuinely aligned and needed for my soul’s growth, the means for it manifests. Whether in small amounts or one lump opportunity. No matter what. It’s not trust per se; it’s mystical law.

Inspector Provost
Chapter One: The Case of the Missing Wallet
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