I love this definition of intuition. I am always searching out views and experiences of intuition as I feel like I was deadened to it for a long time. Your perspective has brought something new to me, thank you.
And I am so glad you are writing, because I would never bother reading just words. The timeless, unwritten, unspoken resonances in the spaces around and under, above and below, behind, between and ahead of your words... and so in my heart-mind, are the true art. The weaving alive of all and everything and nothing is what really touches in… and I yield to the experience and its magic.
'I learned not to shirk my commitment to the mundane view, lest I should be labelled a lightweight, a dreamer, or worse, earnest.' The mundane world is but a dull axe; no one yet knows how to make a seed, though they know how to defile one. Sincerely, a fellow lightweight.
I quite love your foraging, adventuring, clear-cutting your way writing. Along with intuition I have sometimes experienced something I would call 'presence'...a kind of unknown known...it guides! Many Thanks Jerome
Your writing feeds the soul, and your honesty and generosity is much appreciated. I greatly value you sharing your thinking in its rawness and honesty: thank you. I also love what you commented to Tessa, about the combination of intuition with close attention to the phenomenal world creating a robust and nimble immune system.
Your writing so resonates with me. As a young person I had much naturally assumed faith in my intuition, and I was so surprised one day to realize it had been all but eroded away by voices who "knew" and my own self doubt. That realization started the long journey back. Its so much easier now. And how perfectly well put your observation on earnestness. Please God anything but earnest..
I love this beautiful writing of yours. Your account of your childhood and school years rings many bells of recognition for me. I didn't see colours, I saw beings, other beings, all around us, at the edges of vision, behind trees, inside flowers, in the wallpaper. Except nobody else seemed to see them. So, I learned not to speak of them. And, unacknowledged and denied, the other beings gradually faded away. I wonder how many other children have a similar experience. I suspect that it is widespread.
Like you, I was lucky and was able to find a way back. I greet the beings every day now and they are coming back, stronger and stronger. There is no way I am going to deny them again. As I am typing this, I am aware that some people will read it as a confession of madness. Whatever. I am done with their sanity.
Thank you so much for your writing. It is comforting to know that there are other mad people around.
"If I am feeling something and I cannot tell you it clearly in words, why then, I am harbouring a lie, yes? Root it out!"
I think, for me at least, that is the clear warning that the course is wrong. If people praise intuition, I habitually respond with all the very real reasons to be suspicious of it. An immune system is a thing of terrifying savagery, after all; like a jungle trying to kill you. And they can overreact horribly. I immediately think of people whose intuition tells them things about black people, gay people, women, etc.
But I think those valid concerns are a distraction when it gets to this point - and it so easily does. When you are straight up saying something *cannot exist* because you can't describe or explain it, then I think you've betrayed science even more than you've betrayed yourself. It doesn't match anybody's principles, only habits.
Hey, not much to say other than your writing continues to move me, not only into a better space but also into a feeling of awe at how brilliant I find listening to your words.
I love this definition of intuition. I am always searching out views and experiences of intuition as I feel like I was deadened to it for a long time. Your perspective has brought something new to me, thank you.
‘Gems in our roots’ - love, love this image. Also your insight about writing.
And I am so glad you are writing, because I would never bother reading just words. The timeless, unwritten, unspoken resonances in the spaces around and under, above and below, behind, between and ahead of your words... and so in my heart-mind, are the true art. The weaving alive of all and everything and nothing is what really touches in… and I yield to the experience and its magic.
'But when I say, "I have a drowned river in me, which still flows", it is truer than saying, "I feel a bit tired", even though I am a bit tired now.'
This resonates so deeply with me. Thank you for sharing.
'I learned not to shirk my commitment to the mundane view, lest I should be labelled a lightweight, a dreamer, or worse, earnest.' The mundane world is but a dull axe; no one yet knows how to make a seed, though they know how to defile one. Sincerely, a fellow lightweight.
Caroline, What a beautiful telling of transformation and continued growth. Thank you. D
I quite love your foraging, adventuring, clear-cutting your way writing. Along with intuition I have sometimes experienced something I would call 'presence'...a kind of unknown known...it guides! Many Thanks Jerome
When humour and story are not received, or are misunderstood, it guts me. Literalism is all around, wielded oppressively as the search for truth.
Really having a good laugh with someone is medicine, and so rare.
So glad I joined your Substack, recommended by Sharon Blackie. You are bringing something very fresh and precious into my life. Jewels.
Your writing feeds the soul, and your honesty and generosity is much appreciated. I greatly value you sharing your thinking in its rawness and honesty: thank you. I also love what you commented to Tessa, about the combination of intuition with close attention to the phenomenal world creating a robust and nimble immune system.
Your writing so resonates with me. As a young person I had much naturally assumed faith in my intuition, and I was so surprised one day to realize it had been all but eroded away by voices who "knew" and my own self doubt. That realization started the long journey back. Its so much easier now. And how perfectly well put your observation on earnestness. Please God anything but earnest..
I love this post Caroline! Intuition is the same as thought but about a million times faster!
I love this beautiful writing of yours. Your account of your childhood and school years rings many bells of recognition for me. I didn't see colours, I saw beings, other beings, all around us, at the edges of vision, behind trees, inside flowers, in the wallpaper. Except nobody else seemed to see them. So, I learned not to speak of them. And, unacknowledged and denied, the other beings gradually faded away. I wonder how many other children have a similar experience. I suspect that it is widespread.
Like you, I was lucky and was able to find a way back. I greet the beings every day now and they are coming back, stronger and stronger. There is no way I am going to deny them again. As I am typing this, I am aware that some people will read it as a confession of madness. Whatever. I am done with their sanity.
Thank you so much for your writing. It is comforting to know that there are other mad people around.
"If I am feeling something and I cannot tell you it clearly in words, why then, I am harbouring a lie, yes? Root it out!"
I think, for me at least, that is the clear warning that the course is wrong. If people praise intuition, I habitually respond with all the very real reasons to be suspicious of it. An immune system is a thing of terrifying savagery, after all; like a jungle trying to kill you. And they can overreact horribly. I immediately think of people whose intuition tells them things about black people, gay people, women, etc.
But I think those valid concerns are a distraction when it gets to this point - and it so easily does. When you are straight up saying something *cannot exist* because you can't describe or explain it, then I think you've betrayed science even more than you've betrayed yourself. It doesn't match anybody's principles, only habits.
Thank you. Your words are a well. They refresh and sustain me in ways I cannot speak.
Hey, not much to say other than your writing continues to move me, not only into a better space but also into a feeling of awe at how brilliant I find listening to your words.