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Intuition, My Immortal Companion
Are you agonizing over which way to go — what path to take — which lady to pursue — which job to seek — how to say this or that — where to go next — what direction to move in.
Follow your dream you are told — follow your intuition. Yeah sure, but how to do so.
So I started my journey — the journey that picked me up — threw me over its shoulder and carried me kicking and screaming for the nearest rest station.
I had always prided myself on knowing what I wanted to do. However, I never moved into the light of the immortal wisdom that we all have access to. I came to believe that my own gut instinct was the be all and yet though believing that, I did not act.
There were times when there was clearly an angel on my shoulder who spoke in the proverbial tongues of the ancients. She whispered move left and I went straight ahead. She begged me to stop and I would not be stopped. She spoke of angelic realms that are there for us all. And I took them only as dreams — dreams of an unknown and unrealistic human outcome. I had preached to myself that I too would follow my intuition yet I stayed the stubborn old man by the sea. The lights of the city were beckoning me in the nightfall, yet I chose to remain dark and cold.