What I Learned From Einstein
…Or How I stopped worrying and learned to love my Sixth Sense…
What I Learned From Einstein
You know that little voice that you hear now and again? The one that prompts you to do something you hadn’t planned on doing but you do it anyway because the ‘voice’ is so insistent? That’s the voice we call Intuition and hearing it is psychic listening or clairaudeince. Many of us receive messages from our intuition on a daily basis but they are so common that we rarely stop to think about it until after the fact. I would go as far as to say that without Intuition none of us would be here!
As a species, humans have evolved an elaborate neurological system that we are only beginning to
appreciate in terms of its complexity. Through it we see, hear, feel, speak, think, anticipate, remember, imagine, learn, breathe – the list of functions and capacities is staggering. Science tells us how this neural network operates at the physiological level but it hasn’t dwelt much on the subtler senses of clairaudience, clairsentience, and clairvoyance. We all have these subtle senses but many of us–most in the Western world – choose to ignore or even deny their existence. Despite overwhelming evidence in my own life, I still sometimes resisted the urgings of Intuition and usually had cause to regret it. The following is a case in point.
I was a young lecturer on my way home after a long day. I had taught a night class on top of my regular class load and I was looking forward to a hot bath and a cold drink. There were two possible routes home, one via a main road and the other via a more residential road. I had a fleeting feeling that I should go by the main road but I brushed it aside thinking most of the students would be traveling that route and it would take me longer to get out of the parking lot if I took the main road. I thought it was a simple matter of logic. Little did I know that I had been sent a psychic message… and missed it! It seems I wasn’t ready for psychic listening! But read on…
What I Learned From Einstein
I turned out of the campus parking lot and headed for the side road. A light rain had started to fall so I rolled up my driver-side window. I was nearly home when I saw police cars on both sides of the road ahead of me and a number of people milling about. It was after 10 PM so I assumed someone must have complained about a student party getting too noisy and that’s why the police were called. Close, but no cigar…
It was a drug bust. A big one, in what had previously been a quiet family neighbourhood. It seemed to be over and the police were waving traffic onward. The speed limit was 25 kilometres an hour so no one was moving fast in any case. I had my foot on the brake and slowly advanced as the traffic began to move. Suddenly the car in front of me hit the brakes hard and then a second or two later sped across a T-junction coming to a stop on the other side. I couldn’t imagine what had possessed the driver to try such a maneuver! Then, I saw the cause: an old American car. It was big and heavy, the way they were made in the 1950s. The car sat an angle to mine and I realized it must have pulled out in the path of the car that had been in front of me. How that driver managed not to hit the American car I could not imagine!
With my foot firmly on the brake, I was taking in what had just happened when I noticed the driver of the big car staring at me. He hesitated for a few seconds, then hit the accelerator and drove straight into me! His car was much bigger and much heavier than my new little sporty model and the front of the big car ploughed into mine with crushing force. My steering wheel slammed into my rib cage, I could feel my legs trapped between the chassis and the seat, and my hand, still on the gearshift, was limp and useless. It took agonizing seconds to take all of this in and then I noticed the driver of the other car. He was standing next to the passenger side door of my car without a scratch on him! Two burley young constables held him from each side and were pushing him into a squad car. I could him slurring out “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” over and over again.
Psychic Listening
Meanwhile, another police constable was trying to reassure me that an ambulance was on its way and
they would get me out as soon as they could. My driver’s side door was jammed up against my side and the window would not open. As I sat in my just-paid-for little car, I “heard”–in my mind–Fire! and suddenly I knew with complete certainty that the car was about to catch fire. As we will see, this was Psychic Listening Message 2 – and this time I was listening!
When I “heard” Fire! there was no smoke or smell of burning but I was absolutely sure there was going to be. This time I heeded my ‘feeling’ and called to the constable to get me out straight away as the car was going to catch fire. He tried to assure me that there was no danger of fire but I KNEW it was going to happen and kept insisting that he find a way to get me out. No doubt thinking he had an ‘hysterical woman’ on his hands, he tried exasperatedly to calm me down.
The Importance of Listening to your Sixth Sense
Less that a minute later the front of my car suddenly burst into flames. That did it. The constable told me to turn my face away as he took out his “billyclub” and broke the window. Two more policemen grabbed tyre irons and together they forced the door open just enough to pull me out. Someone rushed by with a fire extinguisher and tried to douse the fire whilst the police cleared the street for the ambulance. The constable was looking at me strangely as though I might suddenly materialise a broomstick and fly away. “How did you know? There was no smoke when you told me it would catch fire. How did you know?” I gave him a ‘you probably don’t listen to your wife either’ sort of wry smile and just shook my head slightly. Next thing I knew I was in an ambulance.
My poor burnt car was totaled and looked more like a piece of charcoal than the zippy little sport car it had been just a short while ago. I watched sadly as the car was towed away to the police impound lot and the driver was charged with drunk driving. It would later come out that the driver had 7 previous convictions for DUI yet he still had a license and—amazingly and fortunately for me—insurance!
It would be more than a year before I could drive again but at least I was still here thanks to the prompting of my ‘Sixth Sense’. That’s when I became convinced that Intuition is at the root of human survival. Long before we became tool and weapon makers we must have relied on Intuition to tell us when there was an unseen danger ahead. Intuition is there for our protection against predators and dangers of all kinds. Life could be a lot less stressful if we all learned the art of psychic listening.
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Image credits: Einstein courtesy of Brainy Quotes. Crystal Ball courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
© Delia O’Riordan 2012
