Have you ever had the unshakable feeling that you were in exactly the right place—or the opposite feeling that you had to get away, fast? I’ve had both, and I always listen to that inner voice. It’s never misled me. I’ve come to believe that this thing called intuition is an aspect of our psychic nature as humans—and that it certainly serves a purpose.
I’ll always remember the two occasions when my sense of being in exactly the right place was incredibly strong: the day I married my husband, and the first day I ever worked out at a gym. In both instances, I felt a profound sense of rightness about what was happening in that moment—and a distinct sense of being in my perfect place. Powerful feelings, and they didn’t turn out to be false. After nearly 26 years, my husband and I are still together in a strong, loving partnership that has enriched both our lives. And, after 19 years and many ups and downs, I’m still working out at the gym, which continues to be a healing activity for my body and spirit.
I can also recall two occasions when my intuition warned me that I absolutely needed to get away. One night, during a cross-country car trip, my husband and I stopped at a small motel for the night. As soon as I went into the motel room, I was seized with the feeling that something terrible was going to happen; the sense of danger was so imminent and close. I stridently refused to stay there, and my husband ended up taking me to a hotel. Another instance happened years later, as the two of us were driving on the freeway, headed for a night out. I suddenly had a bad feeling about where we were going, and that we shouldn’t go. When I told my husband this, he said, “You know, I’m getting the same feeling.” Needless to say, our plans immediately changed.
I never found out whether anything bad actually happened in either of these instances; there was no way I was going to stick around to find out! Because my intuition had been right about so many things. And there was a time when it really did save me. When I was a child, I was approached by a couple of men in a car, who claimed they knew my father and wanted to give me a ride. Looking into their faces, I knew they were lying; I just knew. I refused to go with them, and I didn’t let them get close—a decision that probably saved my life.
After numerous episodes of intuition over the years, I’ve come to believe that it serves a definite purpose: to provide us with just one more level of feedback about situations in our lives, making us aware of significant things our physical senses aren’t able to discern. Another piece of our amazing psychic nature as humans. How wonderful is that?
