This is a convoluted story, but I promise it has a point! This morning I went to the local shopping centre leaving my husband at home in charge of my 7-year-old son. As I was walking along I passed a tall thin man whom I quickly recognized as one of the men from the children’s singing group “The Wiggles”. I tucked the idea away in my mind as a cool incident to tell later when I got home.
When I got home from shopping, our family friend was over to pick my son up for an afternoon excursion. I was very busy bringing in groceries and trying to get lunch on the table before they left. After we ate and my son and friend had gone, I noticed the container where we keep the house keys was on the kitchen table and empty.
I could see my son had been playing with the container while I was gone and had removed the keys.
It would do no good to call my son, because with his language difficulties, he would not be able to understand or tell us what we wanted to know.
I hoped he hadn’t thrown them in the bin, though I doubted he would do something like that.
My husband and I searched for the keys while I intermittently cleaned up and put groceries away. I had a song chorus by The Wiggles that was repeating in my head (which is always a treat
) about colours that went, “blue, badabupa, and red,...and purple, and yellow, too.” I wondered why I was “hearing” this and realized it must be because I saw the Wiggles singer earlier, which I forgot to share. Songs are forever giving me important messages and clues, so this triggered me to realize that I should use my intuitive abilities to find the keys!
I let my mind clear and allowed my thoughts to be tugged toward the direction the keys were in. I felt pulled to the kitchen table. But we had scoured that whole area and the keys were just not there.
I cleared my mind again, and again it tugged toward the kitchen table.
The song of colours just kept playing as well. Instead of dismissing any of this, I put trust in my own intuition and I accepted that the keys must somehow be connected to the kitchen table. I also realized that the Wiggles song must be a clue (one that was given before I had even asked).
By accepting these clues as legitimate, they quickly began to form into a picture in my mind in which I “saw” my son’s tote bag. It is the most colourful bag ever, bright blue with large red, yellow, purple and green characters on it! It had been sitting on the table before my son left and took it with him. Intuition and logic fit together so neatly that I knew without doubt that he had put the keys in his bag as it sat upon the kitchen table. We promptly called our friend who searched the bag, and indeed the keys were there! :tup:
