52 Weeks 500 Words
This is how it began: Justine (not her real
name) decided to write 500 words (or as near as), anything goes, per week for 52
weeks. She would then submit it for anonymous posting, via me, her friend.
Perhaps a pattern will emerge from her words, but at this stage it’s more an
experiment I have agreed to share in. I’ll attempt to draw conclusions at the
end of this. Stay tuned if this resonates with you.
Week 38
"Remember the post about the premonition I had about my
brother? Remember the dream about Lotto numbers? Today, as I sit to write this,
I’m wondering about these events anew. I've been reading some new work Elaina
sent me (and if you know her work, you know premonition, dreams and visions
form a part of it) and something she wrote has put me to thinking. It was about
the concept understanding, the feeling something rather than the knowing,
although the two go together, of course.
Feeling something rather than knowing. Now isn't that just a
humdinger. We tend to think we need to know something first before accepting the
feelings that go with it. And when we do sense (feel) something, we think we
must research the thing to know the thing before trusting what we sensed. Like
me with my brother. I said I would investigate this premonition phenomenon and
then post about it. Because, let’s face it, I didn't trust my ability to simply
sense something was wrong. I have to know how it’s possible.
Well, let me just say here my investigations have led me to
the point where I understand it’s feeling something rather than knowing, and to
trust my inner voice, to allow for the likelihood instincts sometimes kick us
into gear. This isn't an entry about premonition and I may now never do so,
because there is no logical answer. It’s a feeling. It’s not a knowing. And,
knowing it’s not a knowing, the knowing and the feeling go together, if you
understand my meaning J
The reason I ponder the two events mentioned, besides having
read the prompt in Elaina’s work, is due to another small event that happened
to me this past week. A small thing, but my stomach sort of hollowed out and
got me to thinking. (Maybe not so small a thing, then)
I was driving in the suburbs around me and took a turn I rarely
use (on my way to a dentist) and as I started pulling at the steering wheel I saw
in my mind’s eye a little hairy dog run across the road. Instinct made me slow
down quite a bit and, as I turned the corner, there was a dog running across
the road indeed. Had I not slowed, chances are I would have hit him/her. The
dog wasn't hairy and it was bigger, but a dog was running across the road where
I saw it would.
Right, so my stomach caved in; this was quite a thing. Déjà
vu? Premonition? Instinct? Vision? The universe telling me to slow down when
taking a corner? Heaven knows, but I tell you now categorically, from here on
out I intend to listen to my feelings, however they end up being presented to
me, whether sight, sound or a shiver over skin.
I learn something new daily. How absolutely magical."
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