Premonitions

As a young girl, I sometimes had "feelings" about others that I could not explain. I once had an experience in which I met a man in a laundry mat who wanted to play a video game with me, he smiled at me and I experienced something that might described as a vision of him committing a violent act toward a girl about my age with blonde hair, perhaps even murder. I don't know the outcome because it terrified me so deeply that I somehow stopped the "vision" mid stream and ran as fast as I could back to my mother. I never saw the man again and I thought carefully about that day as I grew older. Did I imagine what I saw? Did he just give me the creeps and my mind went wild with vivid possibilities? Was what I saw something he'd already done? Was what I saw that day something he might've done to me if he's somehow lured me away from that laundry mat?

This sort of thing happened more than once, this account being the most prominent for me personally. I never told anyone about it (adults rarely believe children I learned at a very young age, especially about something so far fetched) but I continued to feel these intense and strange rushes of information that suddenly washed over me. About people I knew, didn't know...my friends, a teacher once, random cashier at McDonalds, even my cat. Usually it wasn't anything scary or seemingly substantial, just these quick flashes of life type stuff. Though, there were moments that I was rather startled.

As I grew up, I think I sort of denied it into nonexistence. Or maybe I didn't know how to nurture something so seemingly conceptual and unconventional, or if I should even. I think humans are born with an intuition that is slowly sponged out until there's nothing left and it's merely left as an impression within us. People are easily controlled when they are not actively conscious, right? But, we all have those senses about people, places, things. Something you can't quite put your finger on. Instances of De Ja Vue (which science dismisses as the memory playing tricks on itself) in which a faint resemblance of the current "reality" exists in some unknown, otherworldly awareness. What might happen if we'd fostered these senses since birth? Encouraged rather than discouraged? Imagine the impacts on our collective consciousness?

My intuition as a woman, as a being, it's still thriving. Even after I was frightened of it and attempted to beat it into submission. I revisit the concept often and go through periods of working internally to build upon and trust my internal voice. When I am not continually doing so, I find myself feeling lost and sort of unbound to myself. When I do not trust it, I later agonize over that decision and this life has given me ample opportunity to do so. It's only taken me 30 years, a couple of selfish resistant actions to the murmurings of "The Voice" for me to fully realize and accept it's existence openly and comfortably.

It's very easy for some to cast aside the idea that we as humans, have premonitions, intuition...even physic abilities. It's hard for me to understand how someone could deny it. All animals have senses, varying and wide in their depth and nature. Why shouldn't we? At some point, I doubted it myself. Sure, someone might be able to take a certain set of circumstances and draw from it conclusions and/establish a scenario or outcome. Definitely, we all do it, every day as we walk to school or drive to work or pet the neighbors dog or read of the worlds happenings on the Net. That's called being "observant." It's a pretty necessary tool to our survival.

But cultures long ago reveled and praised the "visions" described by tribal elders, medicine women, spirit guides. We have some how lost this knowledge and the ability to respect it. I might challenge the world to revisit the idea of actively nurturing their Minds Eye, the intuitions of existence, finding guidance and meaning from a long forgotten sense...and to trust in what we find there.