With Intuition Trust is a Must – Everyone is familiar with the term “women’s intuition,” which describes premonitions and spiritual messages experienced by women. Men have intuition too; we just like to call it “gut instinct.”
Intuition is an immediate perception of truth or fact independent of any reasoning process. In other words, intuition occurs in the blink of an eye. In my book “The Afterlife Frequency” I introduce the RAFT Technique a four-step process which teaches you how to Recognize, Accept, Feel, and Trust signs and messages from spirits. The RAFT Technique can also be applied to intuition.
The fourth step of RAFT is “trust.” Messages from spirits which includes intuition never incite anyone to commit acts of anger, bigotry, hatred, or violence. True intuitive and spiritual messages are about love, healing, resolution, and protection.
Intuition works in tandem with “situational awareness” which is perception what is happening around you in all directions at any given moment. This is essential to first responders and military who must make snap judgments in emergency situations. My Dad, a US Navy SEAL taught me intuition combined with situational awareness are powerful tools during an emergency. This became very clear one hot summer day when I was a teenager.
My family lived barely a block from the ocean, and to beat the heat I decided to go swimming. The beach was packed. Hundreds of people were sunbathing and scores were in the water lounging on rafts, swimming, splashing, and socializing.
Dad’s words filled my head, “the ocean can be your best friend—or your worst enemy.” Today the ocean looked like a friend, calm and smooth as glass. Ignoring Dad’s ominous words, I was about to plunge into the ocean when suddenly cold chills and tingles resonated through me. I halted at the water’s edge engulfed by an overwhelming sense of danger.
Then I saw it. Barely 50 feet off shore two fins, a large dorsal fin in line with a rear caudle fin emerged for a few seconds and then quickly slid beneath the silvery-blue surface concealing it from view. These two fins meant a shark—and based on the distance between its dorsal and caudle fins, it was a big—maybe 10 feet long.
Gripped by horror I was the only person out of the hundreds there who saw it. Never have I felt more alone and isolated than I did in that moment.
My head flooded with the beach scene from the movie “Jaws.” I had to prevent people from panicking. Sharks are sensitive to vibrational frequency and blasting a shark with massive waves of frequency caused by a multitude of panicking people thrashing through the water was the last thing that needed to happen.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and projected, “AS CALMLY AS POSSIBLE—EVERYONE—GET OUT OF THE WATER.”
No one moved. They just stared at me. Some called me names. Ignoring the insults, I kept my eyes focused on the shark’s location as I tracked the subtle wake caused by its movement just beneath the surface. For a moment I was relieved as the shark moved away from one group of people. The next crowd was at least 200 feet away so I repeated my message.
Midway through some guy calling me a twelve lettered word implying an incestuous relationship with my mother, the shark’s fins emerged again. Now everyone saw it. To make matters worse, it was an extremely dangerous bull shark.
Exactly what I was trying to prevent erupted as droves of people screamed and thrashed through the water in a mad dash for the shore. Reacting to the frenetic vibrations similar to those of wounded prey, the bull shark jetted erratically toward the other group of people.
The time for calm was over. Sprinting along the water’s edge at full speed I yelled “SHARK! GET OUT OF THE WATER! NOW!”
I never saw so many people rush out of the water so fast. Thankfully, they all made it to shore before the shark reached their position. I tore down the beach sounding the alarm as the shark changed course toward another batch of bathers further down the beach.
It took everything I had to keep pace with it. A big muscle-bound guy twice my size grabbed a chunk of coquina. Just as he was about to hurl it at the shark, I grabbed his arm. He glared at my hand on his right forearm as he clenched his left fist. He was ready to punch me into oblivion.
“Don’t,” I puffed, “If you hurt the shark—that might trigger it into a feeding frenzy! It could kill someone! Please—leave it alone.”
His anger transformed to understanding as I released my grip.
“Whoa dude—I didn’t think about that,” he replied.
“C’mon—help me,” I said and together we ran down the beach warning everyone to get out of the water. Eventually the bull shark headed away from shore, slid beneath the surface and vanished from view.
That day I learned when it comes to intuition, trust is a must. The intuitive message wasn’t about me. I was merely a conduit for it during a larger series of events. Sharks may be ferocious predators, but they are essential the delicate balance of life in the ocean. All living beings must share this planet, and a power greater than me transmitted a message of protection, which just might have protected a human from a shark, and a shark from a human.
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