anart said:
I think that's probably the case. Also, in a person who is riddled with programs (as all people are) it's a very subtle thing to discern between an 'intuition' and a 'triggered program'. I think that until a person is fully 'clean' and 'fused', a LOT of programs being triggered are taken as 'intuition'.
I do know there is genuine 'intuition' because I've experienced it personally and quite often - however - I also know that programs running can really and truly muddy that water.
To me, "Intuition" provides me with information that I could not possibly have acquired with my ordinary physical senses. I don't know how to better explain it, except with a story about something that actually happened. One such story has become somewhat of a joke among my friends, so I can share it on-line...it's about a crow.
I have a very dear friend who's been teaching me about gardening/farming for the past 6-7 years. She has about a 5 acre garden/farm plot in a 600+ acre track of VERY special and sacred land. She grows a little bit of everything, corn, beans, squash, greens, potatoes etc., sells about 1/4 to 1/2 of her crop to cover expenses (seed, diesel, tractor, etc) and gives the rest away to members of the community, especially Elders, so they'll have good, fresh food. It's most definitely a labor of love for her, and I feel greatly privileged to be allowed to help, and learn from her.
All was beautiful, until an unusually large flock of crows came and started to completely destroy everyone's corn and other crops. We tried everything to frighten them away, blasted horns, strung dozens of shiny pie pans across the tops of the crops, built the standard "scarecrows" ...NOTHING worked. Someone told my friend that if we killed one of the crows and stuck its body on a stick, that it would scare the other crows away. After watching all our hard work being destroyed, I decided I was going to buy a shotgun and kill a crow.
We went to the city, visited numerous sporting goods stores, and I eventually bought a nice Charles Daly semi automatic (I'm NOT going to fire a weapon I can't trust) I ran a few boxes through it since it had been decades since I'd shot clays, then took it to the gardens. We could hear the crows a few fields away, so off I went to do the deed.
I got very close to the crows, had a good downward shot with 4 of them cleanly in my sights...and I couldn't do it. The crows looked right at me like "Yeah, you want something?" I just could not shoot them...and I think they knew it (crow's intuition?) as they didn't even try to fly away, just kept eating. I'm guessing this is a "program" in me? I can not kill an animal I'm not going to eat....and even then, it's
HARD. It came as a serious surprise (an disappointment) to me, I was sure I'd be able to shoot the crows, because they are a threat to A LOT of food many people depend on.
So I go trudging back to tell my friend that I'm a failure, she just laughed and said "I didn't think you'd be able to do it" I unloaded the brand new shotgun we'd driven all over half of Western North Carolina to find, put it in the truck, and went back to weeding.
A little while later my friend's daughter and her husband show up, and hubby has NO compunction against shooting crows, so we give him the shotgun and off he goes. About 10-15 minutes later we hear BOOM....BOOM, BOOM in the distance. Hubby comes back, without a crow's body ...and says they took off flying when they saw him, and he must have missed because none fell.
This is where we get to the "Intuition" part ...I KNEW, without ANY question that he'd hit a crow, and that it was hurt but not dead. My friend's daughter and husband left, I tried to keep weeding, but my "Intuition" would not shut up. I told my friend "I think he hit one, and it's hurt, I have to go get it" She just said "ok" and off I went. I walked directly to the injured crow, at least 20 acres away, almost completely concealed by a hedgerow. I could not possibly see, hear, or smell that bird until I was right on top of it, but I KNEW exactly where it was (in hundreds of acres) and went right to it.
At this point the story starts to get a bit comical, because finding the crow and actually catching it were two entirely different issues. First off, those birds are MUCH larger up close than they look from a distance. It was shot through the wing, so it could not fly, but boy could it hop...and it did, right into the hedgerow of blackberry bushes. I'd go one way, and it'd hop the other way, so I called my friend, told her I'd found it but couldn't catch it...and she got in her truck and came to help me. To give you an idea of the distance, it took her longer to find me than it took me to find the crow, and I was standing out in the open giving her directions on the cell phone.
I and my friend spent more than two hours crawling through thorny blackberry bushes before we finally managed to herd it out into the open, throw her coat over the bird and capture it. It was almost dark by the time we got it in a crate. I called around trying to find a vet who would help an injured crow after hours, and got laughed at, A LOT (it is farm country) so I took the poor bird home with me, as it would have been a coyote's dinner otherwise. I gave it a dark quiet place to sleep and hopefully recover...but it didn't.
Despite my best efforts, the crow died sometime that night, in my bathtub. Since it was already dead, I gutted it and stuck it on a pole as recommended. It didn't work, the other crows just looked at it, then looked me like "How could you do that to Ralph?" I felt terrible guilt every time I looked at it's body, and I was SO relieved when another critter climbed the pole and took the body a few days later.
I decided I was going to sell the shotgun because I didn't want the reminder, and this is where the second flash of "Intuition" comes in. As soon as I thought about putting it in the IWANNA paper, I KNEW I should give it to my friend, for her protection. So I did. She lives alone, in a somewhat remote location, and didn't have a firearm. I told her I had a "feeling" she might need it, and that she should practice with it a bit to get the feel of it. She asked me "The same kind of feeling you had about that crow?" I said "Yes" she said "OK" and proceeded to learn how to use and clean the shotgun.
It wasn't long after that she was awakened by the sound of someone outside her house trying to get in. Evidently the sound of a 70 year old woman racking a round in a shotgun is enough to send your average intruder running for his life.
I've spent a lot of time thinking about this incident, and the whole chain of events that followed. Not just because I was the butt of numerous "crow" jokes either. I was VERY disappointed in myself because I could not protect the garden from the crows AND I was VERY upset that an innocent animal suffered so.
BUT...if I had not experienced and felt these things, I doubt I would have given my friend the shotgun. What would that intruder have done if not for the sound of her weapon? Not long after, there was a rash of home invasions in the area, and two elderly people were brutally attacked in Kirkland Creek, which is VERY close to my friend's home.
MAYBE my subconscious could have worked out the need for my friend to own a weapon, but how did I "know" EXACTLY where the injured crow was? That's what I call "Intuition" :)