Psychic Intuition: Everything You Ever Wanted to Ask But Were Afraid to Know
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Psychic Intuition bridges the gap between skeptics who can analyze but don't experience psychic phenomena, and believers who have the experiences but lack the ability to analyze. This book explains, for the first time, how psychic ability works in the brain.
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| ISBN-13: | 9781601632272 |
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| Publisher: | Red Wheel/Weiser |
| Publication date: | 08/22/2012 |
| Edition description: | First Edition |
| Pages: | 288 |
| Sales rank: | 1,123,428 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.70(d) |
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CHAPTER 1
Lesson #1: The Impossible Is Real
My First (Memorable) Encounter With a Ghost
Like most people, I had a couple of strange experiences as a child, but quickly shelved them in that dusty brain folder containing weird and unexplainable experiences, and forgot about them. It wasn't until I reached the age of 35 that I had a real psychic experience.
I was an attorney practicing securities litigation and living in Manhattan. I was invited to attend a series of training workshops on intuition for psychologists led by Dr. Ron DeAngelo at the Gestalt Associates for Psychotherapy. Ron is a brilliant, highly sensitive psychotherapist and has been on the forefront of exploring intuition as a psychological phenomenon. I was the only non-psychotherapist who was invited to attend. Dr. DeAngelo knew me personally and felt I would benefit greatly from it.
Here's how a typical workshop would go: Everyone in the group, usually about 10 to 15 people, would sit in chairs arranged in a large circle. Ron would select one volunteer to come and sit in the hot seat. That person's job was to simply sit quietly without displaying any emotion while the rest of us observed him or her. Ron would then ask the group a series of questions that we had to answer silently in our minds before later revealing them to the class. The questions were fairly bizarre, such as "If this person were an animal, what kind of an animal would he or she be?" or "What does the environment look like where this person lives?"
The whole idea was not to spend too much time thinking about the answers. Ron was interested in testing how much seemingly invisible intuitive data could be gathered about a person simply by tiny physical clues such as micro-muscle facial movements, posture, choice of clothes, condition of clothes, colors, body language, and so on. Psychologist Paul Ekman (a protegé of Silvan Tomkins) developed a system in 1976, known as the Facial Action Coding System (FACS), to analytically decipher micro-muscular facial movements on a person's face. He found there are 300 combinations of two muscles; 4,000 combinations of three muscles; and 10,000 of five muscles, although only 3,000 such combinations have actual expressive and emotive value. In the field of psychology, it is assumed that there is a logical reason why we know things about other people even when they are not obvious. Ron adopted this scientific approach toward intuition.
My ghost encounter occurred during one particular workshop. On this particular evening, a woman of Indian descent, with long, flowing, raven-black hair, was in the hot seat. We all did Ron's exercises. At the end of the session, Ron asked this woman several direct questions, and we learned she had led a very sad and tragic life. I remember that there were many suicides in her family, including her brother and her mother. She was a tremendously sad person. This kind of feedback was always helpful because it helped us to compare our images with her personality to see if our intuitions had been accurate.
As usual, Ron's exploration of intuition remained staunchly in the scientific and analytic realm. This particular evening, Ron ended the workshop, thanked us all for coming, and told us he would see us the following week. Suddenly, I felt a very strong urge — I say urge because that is the only way to explain it — to speak. I fought the impulse because I truly did not want to open my mouth, but the urge was greater than my resistance.
"Excuse me, Ron," I said hesitantly, "I'm wondering if I could ask her one more question?"
Ron said, "Sure, go ahead."
"I'm sorry, but you're not going to like my question," I said, apologizing in advance.
Ron looked puzzled. I knew that my question was headed down the murky path of psychic, as opposed to psychotherapeutic, inquiry. Ron always steered clear of psychic proposals. He was strictly scientific in his approach.
"Okay," he responded.
I asked the woman if she knew anyone with the initials "M.S." I have no clue why my brain selected these two letters, but they had popped into my mind and felt not only logical, but conclusive. I felt a certainty associated with these letters, but had no idea why. Back in the late 1980s, there were very few books written by spiritual mediums and absolutely no television shows on the subject, so it wasn't the kind of thing I would have seen anyone else doing. I had never done anything like that in my life and wasn't exactly sure why I was doing it then. Moreover, I do not enjoy public humiliation.
The Indian woman looked slightly confused and thought for a few moments before answering that no, she didn't know anyone with those initials. I thanked her, feeling foolish indeed. I would have been perfectly happy to leave it there, but the woman insisted on knowing why I had asked the question. Because I did not know why I had asked such a question, I felt deeply ashamed, especially in such a public display in front of so many people — especially professional psychotherapists.
"No, no," I said sheepishly. "Forget it, it was nothing."
But the woman insisted, "No, really, what do you mean?"
So I tentatively ventured further, "Okay, do you know anyone with the initials M.S. whose first name is 'Mary', 'Marie' or 'Maria'?"
"No ... no, I don't think so, unless maybe...." She paused for a while. "I think I might have had a secretary a long time ago whose name was Marie, but I don't know what her last name was."
That definitely wasn't it. I was ready to quit.
I said, "Okay, let's just forget it then."
I prayed that we would stop the conversation in which I was feeling more foolish by the minute and we could simply go home. But the woman persisted.
"What makes you ask me that?" she inquired mercilessly.
I realized that I was going to have to bite the bullet and simply explain my bizarre thought process and that there was no going back at that point.
"All right, if you really want to know," I took a deep breath and continued, "I felt a spirit or a presence walk right through here between you and me (I pointed to the roughly 3-feet-wide space between her chair and mine) and I know it's a woman; her initials are M.S. and her name is something like 'Marie' or 'Maria' and so I guess I kind of assumed it was your mother."
I knew her mother was dead from the family history she had already given us. The way I knew a spirit had walked between us (a highly extraordinary claim for one who had never experienced a spirit in one's life before!) was because I felt a distinct cool breeze on my right forearm like a swish of air following in the wake of a person who has just moved in front of you — except cooler than room temperature, making the experience seem unusual. It was about the same sensation as when you open the refrigerator door while you're standing in front of it. (At the time, I was not aware that temperature drops and cold spots have often been associated with the presence of ghosts in paranormal literature.) There were no doors or windows open in the room, no air conditioning, and no physical movement that could have been logically associated with a push of air across the room in that location. It was the sensation of a cool current of air without any corresponding physical source or origin.
I don't know how I figured that the presence was female, but it definitely was. I sensed femininity in a very vague, pre-linguistic way. That also seems like a gross contradiction in terms especially if you can't relate the feminine presence to a visual image of a woman, the sound of a woman's voice, or other typically female sensory attributes. It was a kind of instantaneous, seemingly non-sensory, non-intellectual "knowledge." The odd thing was that I could be so certain about this information with absolutely no substantiating sensory evidence in my brain. I "saw" and "heard" absolutely nothing. I was logically disturbed by my explanation for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that it was highly unlikely that any relative of a woman from an Indian background in India would have had a name like Marie, Mary, or Maria. But it was all out in the open then. There was no turning back.
As soon as I told her I thought the presence was her mother, this Indian woman turned absolutely white and her eyes got huge and teary. She began sobbing. This was tremendously shocking for me, because I had no idea what was going on.
Finally, she looked up and said, "No, that was my mother's sister. Her name was Marie (I forget the complicated Indian last name, but it began was the letter S) and she just died about three months ago. She died in England and I couldn't go to her funeral. I felt so bad about that."
Then she began crying all over again. Once again I felt an urge (strangely, without any voluntary desire on my part) to tell this woman that her aunt was present in the room, directly in front of her, standing to my left, and wanted her to know that she loved her very much. So I did. This last comment seemed phenomenally lame to me. I felt stupid for even saying it. It seemed to me that I was simply stating the obvious. What other message would your subconscious mind invent to pass on to a living relative? It wasn't until about 10 years later when I began paying attention to certain psychic mediums on television, such as John Edward, that I realized that is often the exact message that most spirits want to convey. Dr. Eben Alexander III, a neurosurgeon who experienced his own Near Death Experience during a seven-day coma, told me that he was advised by the spirit world to bring back the message of unconditional love. Love, it seems, is a profound spiritual message that isn't heard enough by mere mortals.
It is obvious from this story that if I had followed my logical and normal impulse to keep my mouth shut and not explore my weird impressions, I would never have learned that my strange thoughts were accurate. I would never have permitted myself the opportunity for feedback to see if my weird thoughts were justified or not. They would have remained in that cognitive category of our brain we all refer to as our imagination. I never would have experienced a ghost — just an overactive imagination. This is fairly typical of all of us; we dismiss most of our silly thoughts before they ever see the light of day. So my first advice to those of you who would like to learn how to become psychic is to open your mouth.
Exercise
Every time you walk into a different room or a building, try to feel how the energy of the space feels different from the previous space, and when you walk down the street, look at people and try to imagine who they are, where they are going, and what they do.
CHAPTER 2Lesson #2: Don't Ignore Diamonds in the Rough
Our incredible and relentless desire to be reasonable is what most often destroys our ability to be intuitive. In order to be sure we are right, we feel a need to rely on known facts. But intuition allows us to jump to (accurate) conclusions without the underlying facts. How is that possible?
I would like to share a personal story about intuition. This story shows how our personal memories and collective human memories (what we call "history") are deeply influenced by what we choose to believe. True history is permanently erased when we don't trust our own intuition or that of others.
After I graduated from college, I moved to New York City and tried to find a job as a journalist. As luck would have it, nothing was available because, at that exact moment, all of the writers for the major newspapers had decided to go on strike and were grabbing up all the little jobs that someone like me might otherwise have had a shot at getting. Rather than starve to death in my $80-per-month studio (located in the East Village before it became fashionable), I found three jobs that collectively paid the rent and an occasional splurge at McDonald's. I worked during the day as a receptionist for a Teamsters local. At night, I worked at an uptown restaurant as a waitress. On the weekends, I worked as a researcher for a well-known political Wall Street Journal Op-Ed writer and author whose name was Edward Jay Epstein. Epstein had written a number of top-selling books about current events, such as the inside story of the Teamsters Union, the JFK assassination, relations between the CIA and KGB, and the diamond industry.
Edward Jay Epstein, with his graying hair and his perpetual look of intellectual disdain, was a rather stern and forbidding-looking man. He was clearly not interested in me, a lowly researcher, or any of my opinions. He was far more interested in cultivating his relationships with important people such as former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger and their shared passion for exotic orchids (which covered every square inch of his apartment). He told me my job would be to find out as much as possible about the history of diamonds, and come back with as much useful information as possible for his next book, an exposé about the diamond industry.
I dutifully went off to the New York City Public Library every weekend and spent hours and hours in the dimly lit stacks trying to learn everything possible about diamonds. One day, I was researching the history of South Africa, which is home to the world's largest and most prolific diamond and gold mines. I began reading about South Africa's British imperialist "founding fathers." There were really just two founding fathers, both of whom were English immigrants and feuded with each other most of their lives. They were Cecil John Rhodes (for whom the country of Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, was named) and Barney Barnato. Rhodes eventually became prime minister of South Africa. Barnato became a lifetime member of the Cape Parliament. Both men independently bought up mining claims and parcels of gold and diamond territories in the mid-19th century until both had amassed huge economic interests. The intense competition between the two men to gain control of the crown jewel of all diamond mines — the Kimberley Diamond Mine (which eventually became today's De Beers Diamond Company) — is legendary. By 1889, however, Barnato finally sold out his remaining stock interest in the mine to Rhodes for the astronomical sum of £5,338,650 (the equivalent of $25 million) in the single-largest check that had ever been written in history, making Barnato the richest man in the world.
As I continued to research, I learned from the history books that Barnato (1852–1897) came from very humble beginnings. He was born into a Jewish family in a slum near Whitechapel, outside London. His father was a garment vendor named Isaac Isaacs and his grandfather was a rabbi. Barnato was actually a stage name. He was born Barnett Isaacs, but eventually changed his name after doing a vaudeville act with his older brother Harry when the crowd called out for his participation in the act by shouting "And Barney too!" Barnato's father's favorite bit of advice to his boys was: "If you have to fight, always get in the first blow." Barnato clearly adhered to this counsel. He was a tough, street-wise kid. After pursuing a number of jobs, such as mock-tipsy juggler, professional boxer, scene-shifter at the Cambridge Music Hall, and bouncer in a spit-and-sawdust gin palace (similar to the saloons of the American Old West) owned by his brother-in-law, Joel Joel, Barnato decided to seek his fortune in the Cape Colony in 1871 during the gold rush.
Barnato arrived in Cape Town, South Africa, on a steamer from London with nothing but £30 in his pocket and 40 boxes of defective cigars, which he hoped to sell to unsuspecting diamond traders, and within 10 years amassed a huge fortune and became a multi-millionaire.
According to the history books, Barnato died mysteriously at sea at the age of 44 in 1897, after jumping overboard on a ship bound for London. Most historians claim he committed suicide. According to one noted historian, Barnato had been on his way to England to join celebrations to mark Queen Victoria's golden jubilee. Shortly after his ship called at Madeira, Barnato leapt from his deck chair, cried out "They're after me," rushed to the nearby railings, climbed up and jumped overboard. One of the ship's officers immediately dived overboard. He caught sight of Barnato but the rough sea kept them apart. By the time the lifeboat reached him, Barnato was floating downward. All attempts to revive him failed.
Others speculated that certain dealings with South African gangsters had resulted in his murder after sending him blackmail letters rudely embroidered with skull and crossbones and coffins. Still others suggested strange occult relationships that had rendered him so insane that he jumped off the ship in a psychotic frenzy.
Now, you are probably wondering why I have bothered to tell you this rather long story about a rich, South African diamond merchant. It has everything to do with how we choose to "see" or not "see" intuitive information. How much information do we really need in order to make an intuitive judgment?
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Foreword Gary E. Schwartz, PhD 11
Introduction 15
Chapter 1 Lesson #1: The Impossible Is Real 21
Chapter 2 Lesson #2: Don't Ignore Diamonds in the Rough 27
Chapter 3 Lesson #3: Faulty Questions Produce Bad Answers 35
Chapter 4 Lesson #4: The Sliding Scale of Intuition Includes Psychic Ability 47
Chapter 5 Lesson #5: We Can See the Invisible World 55
Chapter 6 Lesson #6: The Sixth Sense Is a Myth 73
Chapter 7 Lesson #7: Like It or Not, Women's Intuition Is Better 89
Chapter 8 Lesson #8: Pattern Blindness: The Antidote to Nonsense 99
Chapter 9 Lesson #9: Beware the Double-Edged Sword of Words 123
Chapter 10 Lesson #10: Skeptics Have Hidden Biases in Logic 139
Chapter 11 Lesson #11: The Psychic Senses Aren't Psychotic 151
Chapter 12 Lesson #12: Psychic Seeing Is Brain Imaging 159
Chapter 13 Lesson #13: Psychic Hearing Is a Louder Mental Voice 169
Chapter 14 Lesson #14: Psychic Touch Is Spirit Contact 187
Chapter 15 Lesson #15: Psychic Taste and Smell Defy Laws of Science 201
Chapter 16 Lesson #16: Psychics and Autistic Savants Have Instant Knowing 217
Chapter 17 Lesson #17: Psychics and Synesthetes Speak the Language of Senses 239
Chapter 18 Lesson #18: The Imagination Is the Largest Sensory Organ 249
Conclusion 263
Bibliography 265
Index 281
About the Author 287
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