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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The Buzz

BY Carol L. Campos        November 20, 2019

I’ve always loved the buzzy feeling I get when meeting someone who feels like a soul connection. Or when a new idea comes, seemingly out of nowhere, and generates so much excitement that it gives me goosebumps. But what causes this?

We’ve all experienced that buzzy and excited feeling at some point in our lives. For me it’s one of the best feelings life has to offer. It’s so motivating. But more than that, it is tied to our intuition, the wisdom in our gut, the knowingness in our heart.

The "goosebumps" or the jolt of energy that runs up your arms is your Spirit (or Guides or Angels or God—whatever term you want to use) saying “Yes! You’re on to something. Pay attention!” When you’re in this mode, ideas start flowing and it feels like every word coming out of your mouth is genius. I liken it to the feeling you have when you’re buzzed on alcohol. You think you can take on the world. 

But the natural “high,” this Divine message, is SO much better because it’s not artificial. There is no nasty hangover the next day. It’s completely authentic and there for your Highest good. What could be better than that?

For years I didn’t act on these Divine messages. I would talk a good game about all the things I was going to do “someday.” But then another year would pass, and nothing would change. I would find myself getting jealous while reading stories about how some woman in California—a working stiff like me—heard a stern voice as she was falling asleep, telling her she had to start writing that book she had been thinking about. 

Or some guy had a bike accident, and saw visions of Guides and Angels telling him it wasn’t his time and he was meant to be a healer. I read countless stories like this and although I found them fascinating, the green-eyed monster would arise in me. Where was my sign? Why weren’t Angels at the foot of my bed giving me sage advice?

It all seemed so hard and unfair. Although I did have some messages come through card readings, table-tipping and other methods, I wanted something without human intervention. The truth is that I wanted someone, anyone, to tell me what to do next. How was I going to escape this life, this life that I knew was not for me, without some type of roadmap? What did a girl have to do? Beg?

So, I did.

I’m embarrassed to say how many times I would lie in bed, having an angry tantrum, begging for God or someone “up there” to help me. “I’m a good person! I don’t know what to do! Please help me know what to do!” I would wail. 

But all I would get back is silence. Eventually, after I had cried myself out, I would peel myself off the bed and look around. The air felt flat and the room remained quiet. I usually felt calmer after one of these episodes, and maybe even a little better.

But I didn’t feel wiser. I didn’t feel that I had received any answers. Perhaps if I had been able to sit in the stillness, I would have been more open to guidance. But I didn’t have the patience. I wanted an unmistakable message—my own burning bush.

To this day I have not heard a voice from Heaven or seen a vision of an Angel. In recent years, I realized that I had been receiving messages all along, just not the ones I kept wishing for. My messages are subtler. Now when I meet someone new and get that familiar rush of energy up my arm, or I hear a song and realize the song title reflects exactly what I have been feeling at that moment, I take notice. I now recognize and honor the Divine Breadcrumbs that come my way.

Don’t get me wrong—I would still love to have a grand encounter with my Guardian Angel, Mother Mary, or any number of Divine beings. But now I’m not waiting for that to happen in order to move forward. I trust my gut, my heart, my “buzziness” meter. I know now that when I get those goosebumps and that rush of excitement, that IS the Divine message.

I’d like to think that my Angels and Guides floated around me high-fiving when they realized I was finally “getting it.” I imagine them being proud and somewhat relieved: “Let’s hope that there are no more crying fits. I simply can’t watch that movie one more time!” my Guardian Angel would say. They would all nod in agreement. 

Another Angel would say “Let’s celebrate! How about some music?” Suddenly, a celestial version of The Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun” would start playing. They would dance around me and, unbeknownst to me, start singing along. But suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, I’d start to feel that warm, familiar energy. Someone or something was sending me love.

This time I'll pay attention.

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Carol L. Campos

After spending 20+ years in corporate, knowing she was living a life that didn’t fit, Carol L. Campos jumped into the unknown. She is now a certified Inspire Nation intuitive coach, and co-host of The Divine Breadcrumb podcast. Carol says “My Soul knew what I’d be doing long before I did, and I’m so grateful that I followed the Divine map that was laid out before me!” In her free time, Carol loves traveling, exploring new cultures, being in nature & helping people on their own paths. She lives in MA with her hilarious cats, Petey & Emmett.

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