I guess I’ll start this off by saying that I don’t consider myself to be a very intuitive person – not by a long shot. I have gotten a little better over the years through studying Belsebuub’s work, but I do struggle with intuition.
I think many years of formal education have trained me to follow my thoughts and rational mind over my feelings. Even when I do have a feeling about something, it is easy for me to brush it off as being irrelevant or having a low probability and therefore not worth considering.
But there have been some very clear feelings of intuition that I’d like to share, ones that really stand out, and have given me an appreciation for this wonderful sense, and that fill me with a yearning to tap into it more.
In one of his books on self-knowledge, Belsebuub explains that many people do experience intuition, but that the mind can step in and lead us in a different direction.
My first two experiences here took place early in my life, before I knew much about intuition, and I feel they illustrate how intuition can be a natural and spontaneous part of life and, moreover, I feel these experiences show the pure feeling of intuition, unhindered by the mind which later became a great obstacle for me.
A Game of Cops and Robbers
On the weekends growing up, my friends and I would sometimes play a game of “Cops and Robbers” at the local school. It was like a giant game of hide-and-go seek, all over the school grounds.
Both the cops and robbers had “guns” (water pistols) and if a cop caught a robber without a gun, they could arrest the robber and take them to prison. Similarly, the robbers could hold the cops hostage or free other robbers from prison.
We used a small playground with different climbing structures, cushioned by a bed of tiny pebbles as the grounds for holding prisoners/hostages, the ‘prison’ was beneath one of the slides.
I remember one day, I had done a fine job of catching a robber and I was escorting him to prison. But I had a really strong feeling that something bad was going to happen (in the game). The feeling got stronger as we got to the prison.
There was just myself escorting a single robber, who had no gun, into the prison. This was quite a routine thing in the game. Just as I sent my friend into the prison, I felt utterly doomed.
He went in willingly, to wait for help from other robbers. I began to walk away when I heard a rustling of the pebbles of the prison and my friend unearthed a water pistol that had been hidden in the jail! He caught me off guard and I found myself in prison instead of him (I forget the rules we played by, because obviously I had a water pistol, too).
I was about 7 years old at the time and my friends were older. This was the first time in my life I’d experienced this sort of deception in a game or otherwise, and hiding a water pistol in the prison grounds had never been done before.
The experience stands out to me because the feeling I had was just so strong and it concerned something my mind couldn’t have known.
In the 7th grade, to pass some time at the end of classes, our French teacher would play a number guessing game with us. She would pick a number from 1 to 100: in French, we could ask her questions such as “Is it even or odd?”, “Is it bigger than 50”, etc., until eventually we would guess the number.
She chose a number and the game began. I immediately raised my hand: I knew the number.
She called on another student first, who asked if the number was bigger than 50. She confirmed it was. This was evident, I thought, because the number I was thinking of was also bigger than 50…
She called on me next.
“Est-ce que le numéro est 62?” – I asked if the number was 62.
There was a pause. Her eyes widened a little and she had an expression of surprise and bewilderment.
“Oui.” – she responded yes!
That was the only time in the many dozens of times we played the game that I had such a strong feeling immediately. It never happened before or after that one class.
Somehow, though, despite how low the odds were, I didn’t even feel all that surprised, because I was just so sure of the answer. I wasn’t thinking of it in terms of probability. It didn’t feel like a guess: the number she had chosen was as tangible to me as her coffee cup, right there in plain sight.
This third experience took place once I had come across Belsebuub’s work and had been practicing for a few years…
My friend and I used to coordinate a series of events each weekend at a local community hall. Each weekend, I went to his apartment on Saturday or Sunday morning to help pack supplies before we drove down together.
One day, after we packed everything into the car, I took my seat and my friend got into the driver’s seat. At the moment he sat down, I had a feeling that we were forgetting keys. The feeling lasted maybe half-a-second and then it was gone as we began to drive. I quickly forgot the thought as we made our way to the event.
We pulled up to the hall and began to unload supplies from the trunk. My friend went to go unlock the hall – as renters of the hall, we were given a set of keys – and he realized he had left the keys at home!
When he said that, I felt a real punch in the stomach! How could I have ignored that feeling? Why didn’t I say anything? If only I had just said what I felt as we were leaving…
In the end, he managed to pick the keys up in time for us to adequately set up, although in a much more hurried way than would be ideal.
Although I failed to act upon the intuitive feeling I got, this was a fresh, new experience for me in learning what the sense of intuition feels like.
I think intuition is truly amazing and something worth cultivating and understanding better.