The Eyes of the Heart

It’s past midnight and I should be sleeping.

I laid awake thinking about this thing that’s been bothering me. I rolled it around and around in my head. Trying to see it with my larger vision, trying to see the trail of ease and light flowing through it. But the more I looked, the more frustrated I became. Sad, frustrated, and hopeless. I took comfort in a few moments of apathy before it started rolling around again in my mind.

I asked for guidance, I went to look with my larger eyes to where I usually find answers. But I was turned away. I’d been turned away for weeks now. Where once there was a well of peace and response, now was a closed door. A sign hanging that said, “Turn back.”

I didn’t understand why. Why on this most-emotional subject could I not see the path? Why was I being turned away by my higher guidance? I didn’t understand, but I knew it was for the best. I could feel it.

My stubborn self, inexhaustible in my constant search for answers, solutions and broader vision was not satisfied. I fought with myself. “Let it go” I told myself. But I couldn’t. So I stayed in the purgatory of the mind.

Endless thoughts that lead nowhere. The incessant ups and downs of emotion, like the waves of a restless sea.

And then, suddenly, I saw a little glimmer of light. I felt it. A little spark of wisdom. It was so small, so subtle, I ran to chase it down in the cluttered mess of my mind. I would barely get hold of it and poof, it would evaporate.

I tried to remember what it felt like. Like catching a whiff of a flower and looking around to find its origin. I sniffed around. I caught it again and again and I listened to what it was saying.

Words like, “Kindness. Soft. Gentle”.

That was closer, but not quite accurate.

Again I listened. “Kindness? Soft. Gentle. Soft.”

The word ‘soft’ became more prominent. So soft. So subtle. Almost unfelt.

I could barely understand the message. And as I used my mind to make sense of it, it was trampled by overbearing thoughts and images.

I listened again. This time I listened with my whole body.

“Soft. Kind. Unfelt. Gentle. Non-judgment.”

“Non-judgment.” I understood this as…’where judgment doesn’t live-cannot live’.

I felt something in my heart space. Something echoed in my chest. A pulsation of feeling.

I brought my awareness to my heart and listened from there.

And I got it!

I understood.

‘Don’t approach this from the head, the mind, or even vision. Approach it from the heart.’

Vision was always my highest. This is where clarity is for me, connection to my guidance, connection to the light.

I follow light streams through this vision, it’s how I travel. And when I feel it, I feel it behind my eyes or in my forehead or somewhere above my head. When I flow energy, I feel it in the palms of my hands, or streaming through my forearms.

My heart lights up when there’s a direct message of love for someone I’m reading. And I transmit that love from my heart to their energy field. I match its essence and I echo it out of me.

Sometimes right at the start of a reading or right at the end, I’ll feel that lit-up heart space. It feels like recognition, someone is being seen with the eyes of Love. Or, love is currently the dominating presence.

Otherwise, I don’t look with my heart. I never even thought about it.

Vision from the heart doesn’t have words. Or rather, its words are so simple it’s as though you’re saying nothing.

It just sends out pulsations. Impulses. It directs you from wisdom that lies outside of the mind. And that wisdom is acted out through you as love.

It feels like a gentle cooing. That maybe if we spoke in a different language that originated in Love, we would all be cooing at each other.

Life would be less complex-relationships would be less complex. Our primary messages to each other would be messages of soothing. Affirmations of well-being and belonging.

But Love is only one language we speak here. There are so many others.

Perhaps I became lost in these others, and forgot the most natural one of all. The one that barely speaks, and in the fewest words gives us more than the endless novels of the mind’s thinking.

Tomorrow I’ll remember. I’ll remind myself. I’ll tap my hand on my chest and remember, “Look with your heart.”

And I’ll be gentle.

I’ll be present and echo that impulse of love that swells into my heart from the heart of the divine.

Tomorrow I’ll practice a new kind of seeing. I’ll steady myself into my heart space and see life through its eyes for awhile.


Published by Readings By Heba

I have over 12 years of experience doing intuitive readings. I've done extensive research into metaphysics, the occult, and faith based religions. I regularly practice meditation and kirtan (devotional yoga). I acknowledge that our lives are made of the seen and the unseen and that Truth is a moving target. I can say only a few things with great conviction after all I have lived. One, life ebbs and flows and it is always up to you to come back into your light. Use every resource you can! Two, the source of all things is light and freedom. You are free to believe whatever you choose to believe, only you can convince or disprove your own ideas. Three, we are dynamic, enigmatic beings. Though society would like us to stay in certain boxes, the truth is we can't. I am so much more than a reader. I live my life with robust joy and great curiosity. Four, I have always been in touch with something that is beyond our conventional ideas of life. I always felt something beyond my five senses. There is a part of me that relishes in diving into the depths of existence. Into those lighter layers of perception. I like feeling where the flow of life is moving. And I truly enjoy doing it with others. Lastly, I am a lover at the core of my being. I love devotional practice. I love adoring the world and everything in it. I seek to shine my light wherever I go. Of course we experience hard times, I just make the absolute most out of all the other times.

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