I intuit things, and I don't know how to explain it to anyone in a rational way. It is not a "rational" quality- sometimes, I even wish I never had it because some of the things my "gut" my pointed out to me have been downright cruel and painful to know.
For example, in the instance when I was invited to a housewarming ceremony of an about to be married couple (by the parents, who were going to gift this apartment to their son and his bride), I felt odd entering the apartment. I asked the parents what the name of the bride was. They said, "Pragya". I instantly knew that something very unpleasant will happen between the couple, but couldn't exactly say it. I went home, and an hour later, the parents called, crying, that the would be bride ran away with her lover. Shit, I think to myself. Really? In another instance, I wonder how a relative's husband is doing. Randomly, because I haven't ever met her husband, even though she often designed my clothes when I was living in India. A few months later, the husband passed away of cancer. People's past, people's life events, my own life events- seem to show up in my "hunch" world. Not everything, but bits and pieces of the puzzle. I do thank god sometimes, because I see important information for myself often.
I could have easily hurt people if I wanted with my knowledge of things I could read about them, but my most special gift is not intuition- it is compassion. I haven't lost that gift, as evidenced by my tears today as I read an article about the 230 million who go hungry in India every day. Tears are not enough, I know, but at least I feel for them. It is a start. Maybe I cannot do anything directly, but I could send aid to organizations that help there. As for direct intervention, I could also volunteer at local soup kitchens in Los Angeles for the homeless. I think I'm going to start doing that in the next two weeks.
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