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Am writing to you from my beautiful, sunny home in Málaga, Spain! After a month of siestas, tapas, siestas, long walks by the sea, siestas, Latin eye-candy, and siestas, I'm feeling quite Spanish, and very much at home.


A story of ClairScentience

Yesterday, I had to sort out my Spanish ID card and learned it was a bank holiday. Everything would be closed, my brain knew that. But I felt so compelled to go to the Foreign Embassy anyway. Try my luck, since their website said they were open.

On my way there, I saw a young woman dressed as a clown on the street corner. At every red light, she ran into the middle of the big boulevard and performed some high kicks and juggling tricks. She then went car to car asking for donations.

I stood there in awe, witnessing her courage. Red light, after red light, after red light, she ran into the boulevard, and performed with the enthusiasm of New Year's Eve fireworks. Would you do it, run into the red light? Would you be brave like she was?

So I tapped her shoulder and said, "You are so brave," and handed her 5€. She froze. For a moment, time stood still: she saw the awe that I had for her. Her eyes glistened with awe. So there we stood, frozen in time, mirroring each other's awe.

I leaned in to hug her and she pulled me in really tight, for 65 whole seconds (the street light had a timer). We stood there, perfect strangers, holding each other.

She said my gift had solved all her problems. She thought it was going to be a long hard day. And now, it's not. She thanked me profusely for being a sister. She wanted to repay me, so she took one of the puffy red flowers off her costume to give to me.

She had no idea that she gifted me far, far more. My brain knew it was a bank holiday but my heart knew it needed to go to the Foreign Embassy anyway. She helped me confirm, once and for all, that my heart is, indeed, clairscentient.




Of all the countries, cities, boulevards, days and times I could have walked by the gal running into the red light to validate that my heart is clairscentient... what serendipity!

These serendipity threads, interwoven in a way that our human brains cannot comprehend, are mysterious at the beginning, long and torturous in the middle, and magical in the end.

It really is like playing chess with the Grand Master Universe. Your move, my move. Your move, my move.

I sat on a nearby park bench for hours, crying after hugging the girl who ran into the red light. Such tiny encounters, such grand validations:

  1. When you feel compelled to do something, even though it doesn't make any logical sense, do it!
  2. Listen to your bones for when something feels right.
  3. Listen to your gut for when something feels wrong.
  4. It takes time to trust your natural gift. It took me 27 years to trust in my clairscentience. Social indoctrination made us believe that being different meant being wrong. When in truth, the difference is the gift.
  5. True giving leaves you energized, not depleted.

Plus, I'm sure I soaked up bucket loads of sadness and sorrow from her body because there was no good rhyme or reason why I'd be crying so much for so long after hugging her. Being an empath sucks. Sometimes. Mostly.

With infinite grace,

xo, Ella

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Ellany LeaEllany Lea is a master freedompreneur, modern mystic and success coach. She writes about the 4 types of knowing as a pathway to total freedom.