Intuition is a perplexing thing. Our body is a natural conduit for energy, and that energy has an odd, but effective way of giving us warning signs that danger is lurking. The witches in Macbeth described the feeling as a pricking in their thumbs. We may feel it when the hair on the nape of our neck stands at attention, but the premise is the same. Our gut is sending a message that our brain cannot ignore.
Usually we can’t understand the visceral reaction to a certain circumstance, but we have to put our faith in its validity. That little voice gets very vocal when it feels imminent danger, and usually that voice is spot on. Everyone is born with the gift of intuition, but it is how we heed the wisdom of that instinctive feeling that is of great benefit to us.
That moment when something wicked does actually come may be completely averted by listening to those nagging doubts in our mind. Those doubts exist for a reason. There is a power far beyond some people’s belief or comfort level that aids in our self-preservation. That terse glance over our shoulder, the quickening of our step while walking in the dark – both may feel cryptic and unnecessary, but listening to those pestering whispers may help us avoid an uncomfortable situation.
That intuition may also have altruistic applications. The stirring in our senses does not always represent peril, but could also put us on the path to good fortune. The Yin and Yang of those intuitive forces can also help us make decisions for our benefit and not just our physical longevity. Our lives are based on choices and that same power of perception can guide us through those choices and help us discover the best path for our journey.
My thumbs do not become prickly, nor does the hair stand up on my neck. I get goosebumps, and that chicken skin that was once my flesh has never steered me wrong. Hopefully when something wicked this way really does come, I will be the human version of Foghorn Leghorn, plucked and covered with a roadmap of goose-flesh to guide me to safety.