Recently, I had a mental shift in which I visualized my intuition expanding to fill up my entire body, instead of being figuratively stuffed into a corner. After that, I was able to easily understand exactly what my intuition was telling me. It just hit me - my intuition is not 43 years old. That is only the age of the body it resides in. That blew my mind, but it makes perfect sense. And I kicked myself for not giving it an honorable position for all these years.

When I get a feeling from someone, I call it "getting a vibe." The vibrations come in pulses, not a steady stream. It's like the circular rings that spread out when you drop a small stone into the water. I can actually feel the vibrations passing through my body.

When I was around nine or ten years old, I was at day care and all of us kids were outside on the playground. I wanted to go over to the sand box on the opposite side of the yard, but I saw a small boy climb on top of a 55-gallon barrel which was turned on its side. I knew for certain that if I walked past that little boy to get to the sand box, he would fall off of the barrel and I was worried I would be blamed for it. So I waited at least ten minutes, reasoning to myself that if he fell off the drum, it would be safe for me to cross the yard to the sand box. But he never fell off, and I thought maybe I was wrong about the whole thing. I got tired of waiting and finally crossed the yard. On my way back from the sand box I was very careful to stay at least ten feet away from the barrel so I would not be to blame if he fell. At the precise moment I was passing the barrel, the little boy fell off and started crying. I looked at him in shock, then looked over at the day care director, who angrily said, "Well, pick him up!"

When my youngest daughter, Holly, was three-and-a-half years old (and I was eight months pregnant with my son), I wanted to start cooking lunch but she and her sisters were begging to go outside to play. The older girls, who were ten and nine, promised they would stay close to Holly on the street as they rode their bicycles and she rode her tricycle. Fifteen minutes later I was frying hamburgers when I got a very clear picture in my mind: Holly was on her tricycle in front of the house, her sisters were nowhere near her, and a car was coming down the street. Holly had her back to the car, so she did not see it coming. The picture was so real that I literally threw my spatula down and ran outside. Everything was exactly as I'd seen it in my mind's eye. I ran as fast as possible, and snatched my daughter, trike and all, out of the street. Fortunately, the car slowed down when the driver saw a frantic pregnant woman waddle-running across the yard!

I signed up for a "Critical Situation Tactics" seminar at my karate school, with the emphasis on martial arts weapons use and disarming. We spent the first two hours of the seminar learning how to use Escrima sticks. (Escrima is a Filipino fighting art). What happened next was amazing. When I had the stick in my hand, I felt as though I was SUPPOSED to do this, it actually felt like I had done it before. It was so easy, I dropped right into the rhythm of the Escrima drills. Afterward, several of my classmates asked why I had caught on so easily. I had no answer other than, "It just felt...right."

Glenda Williams
Posted 9-13-06