Everyone has intuition. As a young child, it’s strong but society helps us diminish our ability as we get older by beliefs, thoughts and ignorance. Regardless of the reasoning’s, it’s simply sad that such a powerful and amazing gift that has been given to you, is used to little or not at all. The less people use it, the less powerful it is and it’s unfortunate because it is such an amazing gift. I don’t remember having any intuition when I was younger, for whatever reason. It wasn’t until I turned 33 that a spark ignited inside of me and I realized how powerful mine was.
Here is my first experience with the power of my Intuition. My “just knowing”.
After my father had passed just weeks after I turned 13, I went to live with my mother who lived in Norwich, Ontario; a small town that at that time had maybe 2,500 people. I attended the last part of middle school up to the end of high school and in between there, moved with my boyfriend and his parents. During this time I had started working at a pizza place called Godfather’s Pizza (which I think is still there) and I enjoyed it quite a bit. One day, it was my manager and I prepping for the evening “rush” that was going to happen.
It was time to slice the pepperoni which is a job I hated because I was always so concerned that I would inadvertently slice the tips of my fingers off, or maybe the whole baby finger. It was a simple routine, really. Slice a bunch of pieces off of the slab, put them into a pile and do that over until the slab was done. Before I had finished the slab, I had an idea that I would count how many slices I had in each pile. I can’t explain why I decided I would do this, I simply did it.
Pile 1 through 7 were counted, each pile had 10 slices in it. When I realized that the 7th had 10 pieces like all the others, I started to feel a bit weird; nothing crazy, simply a bit off. I remember saying to myself,
“If there are 10 slices in this last pile, something bad is going to happen.”
This was my thought, I remember clearly thinking that to myself but my ego pushed in and started telling me I was crazy. How could I predict something bad was going to happen.
I continue to count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9…
I turn to my manager and without thought,
“Something bad is going to happen! (about 3 second pause) We’re going to have a tornado!” I hollered to my boss. Meanwhile, it’s a nice, June day and there were no movements in the trees outside except for a small breeze.
She looked at me like I was a nut job and asked what I was talking about. Of course, I told her that I had been slicing meat and unknowingly put 10 pieces in each pile so that’s how I knew something bad was going to happen. The tornado part just slipped out – that right there was not a thought that was going on through my brain at any point in time; it was like someone else said it through me. She said that I was probably counting in my head, even though I knew deep down that I was in fact not counting…I was thinking about another issue that was going on in my relationship.
For a minute, I was taken back by the fact that I said there was going to be a tornado and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
A few minutes had passed and I started to put all of those 10 piles into one large pile. I noticed in my peripheral vision that it wasn’t bright anymore and you could hear some noises out on the street. As I turn to my left to get the full view of what was happening, it started to get very windy, debris was rolling through the streets and up and down throughout the air. It quickly got worse and the heavy store front door started to slam open and shut. My boss yells at me to run and close the door then lock it. I run over to the door and after a bit of a fight, I get it closed and locked.
The power goes out. We start freaking out wondering and what’s going on. I turn back around and even more debris, large items were been thrown around the street.
“What do we do? Are we supposed to go to the basement?” She asks me.
I tell her I had no idea but all the lights were out, the only one on was the flood light which was not going to help us downstairs in complete darkness. Let’s remember, its 1998 and phones, at least the ones we had, didn’t have lights on them. Heck, I didn’t even have a cell phone back in the 1990’s.
Seconds later, the wind comes to a stop. I’d like to say a complete stop as the difference was so drastic. We both walked closer to the window then unlock the door to look outside. It was a mess yet we had no idea what had happened. The thought of a tornado going through didn’t even pass my mind the entire time this was happening. My boss looked at me with this look of disbelief.
“I can’t believe that just happened. How did you know we were going to have a tornado!? You just told me we would have one a few minutes ago. HOW DID YOU KNOW!?”
I couldn’t tell her how I knew. I just knew something bad was going to happen and the whole tornado piece just came out of me like water. At this point I didn’t even have confirmation until I went home 30 minutes later to find roofs missing, buildings destroyed and trees uprooted and lying all over the streets. In particular at my house, a massive tree was uprooted and had fallen a bit on our house and the cars that were in the backyard sitting under the tree, were now ass up in the air resting on the tree roots.
Though only an F1, there unfortunately there was about 2.5 million in damage but thankfully, no one had died.
It wasn’t until a few years ago until I started reading about and understanding intuition and what it meant to be psychic. My internal guidance system found its way to get my attention, but at that time I didn’t think twice about it, I thought it was just a fluke that it happened and I would never be able to do that again. But that was far from the truth. 17 years later I realized what happened that day and how my Intuition played a massive role; ever since, my intuition has been working wonders for me.
Morale of the story? Trust your intuition.