Soul Signals and Wisdom Whispers

Leaning in to my Inner Voice

It was an ebb. Luteal phase. Turning 45. The kind of day where getting out of bed felt like dragging a wet coat behind me.

That's how I found myself on my couch for seven hours in total silence this past April — not by choice, but by calling.

I managed to make it to the kitchen for hot water with lemon, pretending I didn't have a 10 am call or places to be. But something deeper was pulling me to stay.

To sit. To listen.

I had been in transition — another job ending, another chapter closing. The usual mode would be survival: interviews, networking, plotting the next move. But that day, the voice inside me — the one I've gotten better at trusting — asked different questions:

What are you doing next? Why? And who do you want to be now?

These weren't career coaching questions. They were soul questions.

So I fasted. No breakfast. Just hot water, and stillness.

I sat in the same spot for seven hours — watching walls, scribbling notes, letting the silence speak. This wasn't meditation in any formal sense. I don't have a practice like that. This was just... listening.

And what I heard surprised me.

A word: Travel.

My logical self reached for the laptop, Googled Greece — it had always been on the list. But that still voice, the one that was getting stronger, said: Thailand.

Now listen — I had never seen The White Lotus. Thailand wasn't even on my radar. I'm not the world-traveling type.

But I Googled it anyway. I saw the photos. I felt something.

Then I heard: Singapore.Bali.

I blinked. Bali?

This wasn't like me. I was always the practical one, the planner, the one who made sensible decisions based on research and budgets and five-year plans.

But something was downloading. Something that bypassed my mind completely.

When I searched for all three countries — Thailand, Singapore, Bali — I felt something I hadn't experienced in years: peace. Not certainty. Not logic. Just a deep calm that said, this is for you.

And then, one more directive: Go on a personal retreat. Change the energy around you.

By 5 pm, I had no passport stamps and no real plan. But I knew — I was leaving the country.

That weekend, I took the train to Rhode Island. Did absolutely nothing except listen some more.

I soaked in a bathhouse. Sat in ice water. Wrote and wrote and wrote.

Water has always been my restoration. The place where I hear most clearly. Where the noise stops and something truer comes through.

And in that water, more downloads came:

Freedom. The word echoed over and over.

I saw myself running. And then I saw her: Harriet Tubman.

This wasn't the first time she'd appeared in my life. I consider her one of my ancestral omens — the one who shows up when it's time to lead, time to trust, time to follow something bigger than fear.

She listened. She led. And so must I.

The message was clear: this next chapter was about freedom. Not the kind we perform for others, but the kind that lives in the body, in the bones.

The kind that starts with trusting the highest version of yourself — listening to her voice over fear's.

Later, back in the hotel room, I turned on the TV for background noise while I journaled — and paused when I saw a tropical scene.

Natasha Rothwell appeared on screen.

Wait... what is this?

It was The White Lotus. And they were in Thailand.

I had never seen the show. Never even knew what it was about. But there it was — confirmation. A wink from the universe-if you appreciate synchronicities.

All weekend, signs kept coming. Breadcrumbs on a path I was finally willing to follow.

This is what I'm learning about spiritual rumblings: they don't arrive as lightning bolts or burning bushes. They come as whispers. As nudges. As the same word is repeated until you finally pay attention.

They come when you get still enough to hear them.

When you stop running long enough to listen.

When you trust that the voice inside you knows something your mind hasn't figured out yet.

I've spent most of my life trusting logic over my very present intuition. Planning over presence. Safety over soul calling. Because like many, I've been programmed to bypass my own deeper knowing.

But that day on the couch, everything shifted.

I stopped asking how and started asking what. Stopped demanding proof and started practicing trust.

And what came through was clear:

Follow the call. Trust what downloads. Listen to your highest self.

The ancestors are speaking. The water is teaching. The silence is full of direction.

All I have to do is listen.

Live: guided by what wants to emerge through you.

Give: yourself permission to trust what you hear.

Trust: the downloads that come in stillness.

Be: still enough to receive.

Honor: the ancestral wisdom that speaks through you.