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In this second part of my Anglesey outing for Lughnasagh I will be telling you about my meditation at the Benllech dolmen, and a revealing dowsing encounter.The story is also a warning to those who are still struggling to allow their intuition to be their primary guide through life. Sometimes our tales are of greatness, and sometimes of woe. As you have come to know we do not spare the truth to save the story.

3.Benllech dolmen (Megalithic)

I knew where the stones were even before I parked. Yes, I had studied a map as best I could to get a feel for their location, but this was the now familiar extra-sensory feel which has all the feel of a magnet being positioned at a certain point around the head. I simply had to face into the magnetic stream to let it position my gaze in the right direction. “Simply” I say, as though it were the easiest and most natural thing in the world – which it is. But there’s the trick – to let it happen.

Having located the general direction I began to pick apart the clues in the surroundings – a footpath sign, a track through a field over a stile, a gateway without a gate. As I crossed a field my gaze was taken by a startled hare that was out in the dew-laden field whose morning misty veil had only just lifted to reveal a pleasanter day that had been forecast. The hare and I observed each other, both our senses feeling for warning signs before retreating into cover. Our precedence does us no favours among the timid.

I noted the path across the field, and then spotted one up through the gorse. I decided to follow my rational sense. There was a prostrate footpath sign and my rational brain worked out that it could only be indicating the path across the field given the configuration of pointers. I went the way I had been instructed, yet hankered after the gorse path, looking back at it longingly, whilst my rational brain began to assess the possible ways beyond the field, scanning for the continuation of the decided path. After fifteen minutes of searching atop the field I didn’t find the dolmen and had to go back to the fallen sign. Then my intuition told me again that the dolmen was not far along the smaller path through the gorse. This time I followed my intuition and within two minutes I had found the dolmen nestled within a clump of bushes and not obvious at all. Yet I walked straight to it when I switched off my ‘primary senses’ in favour of my primitive ones.

I asked the dowsing rods if the site was energetically active? YES. Could I do work here? YES. As I began to prepare for a ritual by getting some incense out and lighting it I had another intuitive feeling, so I asked the dowsing rods was I going to be interrupted during the ritual? YES! I decided to slightly change me plans to accommodate this. I began to dowse around to find out which energies were in the area. I found one male and one female energy centre inside the dolmen. I was directed to sit at the female centre. I knew this already somehow – both its position and orientation. I had felt its presence by tuning my mind into the frequency of the energy I wished to find. It had shown itself to me as a feeling of an invisible vortex being in the periphery of my sight. I knew its nature even though I couldn’t actually see it.

I followed the lines I had dowsed = the male and the female – to their sources. The male energy came from an elder tree right next to the dolmen. The female line came from a hawthorn tree some fifteen feet away. As I began to think about wrapping up the dowsing a seagull flew in figures of eight above me squawking wildly. I reasoned that it was probably warning me to stay away from it’s nest. It was, however, most insistent even though I was not moving anywhere. I decided to follow it. It led me away further into the bushes along a well-used path – cawing occasionally in a less insistent voice – a confirmatory voice. “That’s right, this way” it seemed to say. At a 90 degree bend in the path the seagull circled squawking noisily in a tight circle above me. I looked up from my dowsing rods to see them pointing off to one side at a large stone that had been used to prop up a fence post. I dowsed it and found it was a strong female energy emitter. The seagull flew back towards the dolmen at this point, singing in a seagull shanty. Something else to show me, I mused? I followed the line out of the stone. It headed back to the dolmen.

I followed the line all the way back to within sight of the dolmen’s slanted stones when the female line went around the dolmen site – call it the periphery of the site’s aura – at a distance of some twenty five feet. Once I had fought my way through the bushes to discover its total circumference the gull suddenly stopped and flew off! A sure sign that I had found what I had been invited to find. My mind turned to thoughts of how this site might be used by a neo-shamanic druid with no particular purpose.

Let them pass, sir, let them pass!

I secured the boundaries of the site using the female perimeter line, washing it with intent and preventing intrusion by unwanted or unhelpful energies or people. I arranged my crystals – four elemental crystals – to coincide with the cardinal points. I let the crystals form an energetic shape that would attract the elemental energies – they formed a simple cross. Some incense was lit to clear and prepare the air for meditation. I stood at the entrance to the dolmen, letting its acoustic properties become my earphone as I awaited the “interruption” that I had been foretold would happen. Suddenly I could hear voices and the hammer of hooves slowly plodding. A troupe of small ponies and riders appeared moments later on one of the paths close to the dolmen. After saying hello and letting them pass I was on my own. At last!

Then I went into the dolmen and asked the Spirit Of Place if it was permissible for me to draw a circle. I got a positive response (slight breath of wind in my face) so I created a druid circle in which to work. Once secured and sealed, I began to ask the Spirit Of Place  for some information about my healing quest.

The information I got was simply this – should I continue learning healing, or do something else? Learn healing. How should I progress with this? A picture of turquoise appeared. Only that. I should concentrate on learning about the turquoise healing frequency and master it. To me this frequency is associated with divine energy and healing from the heart or with love.

This was enough for me, and I said my farewells, leaving a posy of gently tied wild flowers wrapped around a white feather that I had brought from Glastonbury. This was my Lammas gift – a symbol of the abundance of Nature at this time of the year, and respectfully asking the permission of the plant spirits to use these specimens, saying how much I appreciated the beauty of Nature’s gifts. I did each pluck of the stems with loving care in the name of The Goddess and in tribute. With this simple decomposable posy I marked the passing of one energy season to another – of the wane of summer and the waxing of autumn. I acknowledged the energy balance begin to shift towards decay. I noticed the fallen leaves and the yellowing leaves at the base of shrubs and trees. I felt the first afternoon chill lay upon the island stronghold of the druids and I felt like I was with them across all senses of time, marking the things they had marked but in my own way

This was new tradition. Remembered or imagined, I was making it real and present.

Gwas.

Borders Books

You guys in the States are lucky. For all of those in the UK, remember that fabulous book store Borders? Well one sunny afternoon I was perusing the books in the mystic section of the store.

It was a sunny day and I was browsing the ‘alternative’ section in the bookshop, when I felt a shiver up my spine.

I was about to pass it off when I noticed a man passing behind me. Nothing unusual in that, I thought, perhaps he had just brushed me as he passed and that is what it was.

After a few more moments, and that was all it was, I felt a growing sense of, hmmm, how to describe it? Fear isn’t quite right, alarm would be too obvious, I guess it was a kind of growing sense of urgency. Nerves that were getting tenser, as if in expectation.

Like waiting for some surprise bang that is going to come, but you just don’t know when.

It was then that I really paid attention to what was happening behind me. Not by turning around, but using my peripheral senses I kind of tuned in to my rear.

I was facing some bookshelves and there was ample room behind me, some 15 foot to the next book shelf and yet there was this man who seemed to be walking from shelf to shelf but walking quite (and unnecesarily) close to me.

Another lady was stood by a nearby shelf examining some books on Medium ship and I think the man must have noted my surreptitious observation because he struck up a conversation with the lady.

I was about to return my attention to my browsing and give it up as an active imagination, when I felt an almighty rise in fear and with a snap I turned in a flash.

As I did I caught the man staring at me, although he was still in conversation with the woman.

By this time I was kind of shaking, almost like having had a shot of adrenaline. In my right mind I should have left the place, but instead I went over and engaged into their conversation.

They were conversing on the merits of certain medium ship books, but as I listened in I realised that the woman was doing most of the talking whilst the man was distracted in some way. The woman was asking my views, when I ‘knew’ that the man was spelling us.

Call it what you will, energy entrapment, magic, spell, enchantment. In my terminology he was actively engaging in energy work that was detrimental to mine (and I believe the ladies) well being.

Effectively he was attacking us. Oddly I found that I couldn’t leave the conversation, indeed, I was frozen with fear or agitation (probably both).

The effect grew until something exploded in me. And amazingly breaking all social convention,I stopped the flow of conversation by raising my hand palm out to him and almost shouted “STOP”. It was a command on several levels, not the least to tell him to stop. An intentional command to myself to stop this attack.

But the most curious point of this interuption was that I hadn’t made it. What I mean is that I wasn’t conscious of making it. I could see what I had done and was aware of the effect but, I wasn’t conscious of any thoughts about what to do or say indeed, about thinking about raising my hand or saying the word “STOP”. in fact it was, what I guess possession is like.

I give this analysis in hindsight of course as, at the moment, I was thoughtless.

Both the man and woman was surprised by my outburst, the woman more so. The man tried to recover, but I interrupted him, and again I stress that “I” was an observer in this interaction as my thoughts had stilled.

I held my finger up to the man and said, “I will not have any of this!” and was about to walk away, when I turned to the woman and told her right to her face, ignoring the man entirely, “This is a bad man, you should keep away from him.” With those words I strode away.

Imagine that, normally social pressures of conformity and etiquette would have made such a interaction, virtually impossible. However there I was stepping away from something that my thoughts had been a bystander to.

The event had not finished there as as I walked away, it was as if an immense fatigue hit me, like I had just been in a physical struggle that was now over but I was depleted of energy, in a seriously bad way.

I was still on autopilot when I took a seat in the cafe section of the shop right by the sun streaming window. With the sun flowing in, I opened the book in my hands…

Going back in time a few minutes to when I first felt the energies shift. Without thinking I had reached out a hand and picked up a book from the shelf. I only have noted the action as being important because it was a book that I would not have picked up. At this time I wasn’t interested in the book (since I had heard of it, and knew what it was).

Now as I sat in the window, with my palm on an open page of this book I felt my energy being replenished and filled. It was like the energy of the sun was being translated by the ‘flavour’ of the book and thus recharging me with this flavoured energy.

The book was called, A Course in Miracles and since that time and this I have become more interested in it and my favourite speaker on the course, Marianne Williamson.

After about half-hour I was feeling back to my normal self, both in energy and mental consciousness terms. At that time I didn’t feel able to go ‘looking’ for this individual, fortunately I feel more able to stand against such an event these days.

I have occasionally thought back to that experience and have pulled several ‘personal’ conclusions.

• Personally I believe that I am an energy worker whose intentions are positive, what we might call good. I now believe (and know) that there are others out there who are negative energy workers who have bad intentions. In this instance I believe that the man was one of these.
• In the world of energy there are people who we might call ‘energy vampires’ this is a mistaken term because although in practice there are many who suck energy from others, but in almost all cases this is done unknowingly and unintentionally. When it is done intentionally the I would call him/her a negative energy worker.
• From the few occasions when I have experienced such, and the many instances that I come across in research. I believe that we have a core knowledgeable powerful intuition part of our being. Some might call it a higher-self, others I feel mistakenly attribute it to something other than themselves (like a guardian angel or spirit). Having said that I don’t disclude the possibility that such exist and aid us in many ways.

This “core” is a fascinating area of our life that needs to be studied more, because there are ways, I believe, to improve (or call) its effects in our lives.

• A feature of the above ‘core’s interactions in our life is that it leaves normal awareness bemused and idle. Thus the feeling of being possessed, because in essence I was possessed, by my core.
• Everything in life is fascinating to the extreme. Consider if we knew nothing about biology at all, and then we discovered microscopes, there is an entire universe in a spec of blood that we could (and indeed have) explored forever.

So it is with energy and its complex interactions. Since the time of the experience and this I have explored some of the energy implications that have arisen from this event. In particular what happened when I was being restored using a ‘translation’ of Sun energy.

Again, I just wanted to point it out here and I will be providing more experiential knowledge in the future.

So, what a frightening, interesting and enlightening experience. If I were a believer in the “it all happens for a reason” then I could put this up high on the wall as having done so. As it happens I don’t thus, we have to leave it as an “event”

Kal Malik – lightening worker

One of our readers Tina, commented on this post about signs and coincidences, I thought it deserved a post because of how related to out work guides and totems are. Here is Tina’s comment:

“Fox is one of my guides, and that began with some amazing experiences of meeting real ones too. I once had to stop for one that crouched in the middle of road and did not get off as I approached in my car. I put my high beam on, and in the brighter light, I could see, in the darkness behind him or her, another fox was crossing with their babies trotting behind. The front fox was risking being run over (obviously I never would but some people here in Oz would have) in order to protect its family.

To me they represent otherworldliness, but tempered with practicality, and they don’t lose their sense of fun either (I was lucky enough to see one playing/dancing in a paddock once) and they are able to adapt to so many conditions. They are true survivors and fantastic guides.”

The first point to make is that what I am about to say is description of my current beliefs, it is what I am holding to be true for me at this moment in time. It doesn’t invalidate what you believe nor does your belief impinge on its validity.

1) My first rule regarding signs, omens, portents or any other word one cares to use is this, that they are deeply personal. A sign is for you. Indeed if you don’t think of an event as a sign, then by definition it isn’t. This is  an important distinction to make as it brings to the fore that another person can’t persuade you that an event is (or isn’t a sign).

2) The second point leads from the first really, an event doesn’t have to be uniquely pointed at you to represent itself as a sign. For example, for me, the Sun coming out of heavy clouds to shine on me whilst I am engaged in work is a sign. Now obviously the sun came out for many other people to, but because I gave it meaning, it becomes a sign.

3) Mutiple people can claim an event as a sign, taking the sun as an example again, Gwas and I often claim this as sign. Each for our own reasons. Thus it is difficult to see how one can lay claim to a sign.

4) A psychological argument is that because we expect a sign, we get one, after all dog barking or a cat mewing can be taken for a sign. Indeed one could find signs everywhere if one is loose enough with their interpretation. I agree. There is no place to go with this counter position.

Examples of signs

Some signs that Gwas and I have experienced and that we regularly encounter is the Sun (less so, the Moon and even less so the Stars) as portents of work that has been well received. Almost unbelievably often, even in the depths of winter and cloud filled skies, work that we have done at sacred sites has resulted in a bathing of sunlight. Specifically this work has to be within the realms of healing the site in some way.

Other signs come from our totems, for instance I adopted the Crow as my totem some years ago (or so it feels, in actuality it may only be two!) and since that time it has been a harbinger of direction. A kind-of: don’t go left, go right or “well done”. We will look at interpretations in a moment.

I distinguish guides/spirits and other sources of information (for instance for me, Ancient Yew Trees) from signs and portents becuase I feel the former are much less cryptic that the latter. Signs to me are Koans to ache the brain. Whereas communingAn interaction with an invisible and natural sentient force that is independently identifiable, even if it cannot be named or classified. The interaction takes place at the level of a subtle amalgamation of the mind of the perceiver such that a dialogue or transference of feelings may occur between the two sentient parties. The interaction that is ‘communing’ is purposefully initiated by the perceiver for the express purpose of learning or simply to transfer feelings in a sympathetic manner. with beings is much more formative, at least the message is a lot longer than just a bird flying in a particular direction!

Good and bad

I don’t believe that signs are good or bad, they are signs. An omen that tells you that there is something bad ahead gives you the chance to avoid it. I think that this misrepresentation of signs comes from people who aren’t good at reading signs (myself included) and thus:

1. they see an omen
2. cant figure out what it means
3. blunder into that which it was warning about
4. associate the omen with the bad event

Sounds like a fair assumtion to make.

Reading omens

This is a tough one, considering that i’m not too brilliant at it myself. Is there a way to get good at it? Yes, I believe so. The key, I feel to omens is intuition. Omens speak to us through our intuition and it is here were work needs to be done to get  better handle on portents.

One of the major difficulties is that we are so mired in reason that if we can’t find a reason for something then we wont follow that path. Reason is a pretty useful characteristic but it needs to take a seat when information comes in through intuition.

The argument that following my intuition leads me into a mess. doesn’t hold very well for the simple “reason” that following your reason can lead you into a mess too. So where does that leave us?

Exercising your intuition isn’t about using it, but about following it. In my humble opinion it has to start with a little faith. This faith of course is in yourself, your trust in your intuition. Recent (the last 6 months frankly) have seen me follow my intuition and it has been an absolute blast. But that’s me!

Prediction

There is a certain element of prediction that goes in with signs and omens. I am in two minds, I have had experiences that have clearly broken temporal law (not only that but have had personal conversations with many others). I have also had ones where I think a confluence of events have precipitated a knowledge of where things seem to be going. As some wise-acre said, if we could figure out the position and trajectory of every atom in the universe we could predict the future.

Our intuition might simply be able to:

1. see a lot more of whats going on
2. recall a lot more than we can cosncioulsy remember
3. add all of this up and come up with a miraculous number
4. present this number to us in an out of the ordinary way

The above scenario is one that I like for most of my intuitive leaps, especially if you thro into the mix that intuition has access to what’s going on in the energetic domain.

It is also quite possible that other beings have access to more info or non temporal information and are passing it on to us. But again I don’t count this as signage.

If you push me for an answer I would say:

1. that energy has a non temporal component
2. this can echo backwards in time
3. because our reason is so stupid it gets in the way of reading this information
4. we thus feel it as an intuitive kick or perceive it as a sign.

Here again we are seeing that it is we that decide on what a sign is and thus we that choose our totems if you will.

A totem isn’t a totem unless you think it is!

Well, I hope that’s provided some points to muse over.

Kal Malik – following signs

Ok, This is one of those weird ones, well weirder than our other exploits. Last night (being the 10/01/2011) I went to bed at my normal time, around midnight, without much being different to a normal evening. I awoke, for some reason at about 3a.m. and had the urge to get out of bed. I fought it for a few minutes, the warmth of the covers was too enticing. However, each time I relaxed, the urge to get up returned. Until after this occured a few times I got up and paced around my largish room ruminating on what I was feeling and why.

In the darkness, I found myself feeling around in my bag for my lighter and when I found it I took a candle and lit it. As I walked around the room candle in hand I began to move the bits of furniture that I have. Again, it was like this. If I stopped to think about what I was doing, then I stopped doing things. But as soon as I stopped thinking (so to speak) I began to be urged to move stuff.

I spent about 30 minutes moving things around, even to the point of taking down three pictures and moving two others. After I had done this, I felt sleepy instantly and went back to my moved bed.

This morning I awoke and was in a strange world indeed. I had completely forgotten the nights escapades and was totally taken aback by the state of the room. It had a strange feeling to it, but nothing in the room was placed in an nonfunctional way. The couple of oddities were that:-

• My computer was in a completely different location (and on a different table for that matter)
• My bed was away from the wall and kind of floating just off centre of the room.

Notably I had dowsed my room before and found that it had only one power-center which was where my feet would be in the new positioning of the bed. Of course after my initial (in the light of day) examination of my room and its furnishing I grabbed my dowsing rods to ask some pertinent questions.

• Had my room been in a bad energy state for me before? No
• Was the room in an optimal energetic state now? Yes

As you know, you can’t ask a ‘Why’ question. Which was something I sorely wanted to do. So I asked whether it was an energy that was beneficial in the physical, emotional or mental domains? All three, but mental seemed to be the strongest response.

• Had there been any new energy created? Yes.

I dowsed for the starting point and found it to be the power center. It flowed from here in a wavy (female) line to where my computer was now located. Notably it bounced off the place where 2 pictures had been placed. It also felt very weak, I kept losing the line and having to reconnect with it.

• Were there any new power centers? Yes there were two new ones.

One by my computer seat – which again was facing in a different direction because the table had moved. Curiously I couldn’t find the other one. I kept dowsing out from the power centreA place where a person of a particular alignmentAlignment relates to the concept that humans have their own energy fields that are oriented or formed in a specific way such that the person is either suited better to one energy source of another. Some people have their energy fields empowered by the direct subtle energy force of The Sun, whilst others are empowered by the indirect subtle energy of The Moon. Due to the historical associations and symbolisation of The Sun with masculinity and The Moon with femininity we designate these alignments as either being ‘male’ or ‘female’ alignments accordingly. We interchangeable refer to people as being ‘sun-aligned’ or ‘male-aligned’ and similarly with the female alignment. (see ‘AlignmentAlignment relates to the concept that humans have their own energy fields that are oriented or formed in a specific way such that the person is either suited better to one energy source of another. Some people have their energy fields empowered by the direct subtle energy force of The Sun, whilst others are empowered by the indirect subtle energy of The Moon. Due to the historical associations and symbolisation of The Sun with masculinity and The Moon with femininity we designate these alignments as either being ‘male’ or ‘female’ alignments accordingly. We interchangeable refer to people as being ‘sun-aligned’ or ‘male-aligned’ and similarly with the female alignment.’) feels particularly comfortable and empowered. The place is an energetic centre where a particularly beneficial combination and formation of energies is formed into a pattern that is harmonic with the person for whom it can be called a power centre. but it kept fizzling out before it twirled (i.e. reached the place). I asked whether it was too weak to be found? Yes. But there was definitely a second? Yes. Weird! I don’t think we have encountered such a thing before.

Finally, as I was walking about my new intuitively laid out room I noted four crystals on the floor. Not only on the floor, but blue-tacked to the floor so they wouldn’t move. This brought me to a shocking halt! I can’t recall taking any crystals out of my case, nor sticking them on the floor (one of which was under my bed and the other under the computer table, where the power center was). I sat and stared at them for many moments, trying to recall placing them, nothing.

My crystal box is packed at the bottom of the wardrobe and the Blue-Tack is at the bottom of a drawer. Both were still there.

Kal Malik – puzzled

Although I feel that I get intuitive nudges quite often. It is a rare when I follow them, since the lure of rational and reasonable thoughts outweighs the feather light touch of intuition.

Today however was an exception. I was returning home on the bus and had gone right to the back seat to sit down. As I did I noted the hand-holding bar right in front of me. Although I have never had any mis-hap on a bus, a thought occurred to me. “Ooh, you don’t want to be banging your head on that if the bus crashes.”

For a second, my rational mind replied, “When has that ever happened? Never, so don’t worry about it.” But I kind of second-guessed myself and slid a foot to the left where the front side of me was clear. Quite literally a few seconds later the bus screeched to a halt as a car in front braked and I lunged forward with the inertia.

Had I been sat in my initial position my head would have struck the bar. Fortunately intuition saved my skull a good crack.

Interesting, isn’t it? A question comes to mind, did I predict the future?

Oh what puzzles we weave…

Kal Malik

Ok, fair dues, It has been so long since we returned from Ireland that I am not going to give a blow by blow account of the trip, frankly I couldn’t recall it all. However I still want to relate some of the more salient and interesting points and so here goes…

Knowth

Setting the scene

On this particular day we had arrived at Knowth and were intending to spend an hour there and then tootle of to Douth, which from all the touristy literature sounded the least exciting of the three main sites in the Boyne valley.

We took the bus from the main entrance to Knowth and the sun was truly favouring us as we wandered around the site exploring the marvelous energies and intuitively divining the use and purpose of the mounds you can see surrounding the main dome. These are described by Gwas in this interesting post.

Just about as the hour was up Gwas and I had separated and I was wandering around the opposite site of the mound to the entrance thinking it was time to go when a pile of bowling ball sized quartz rock crystals caught my eye. As I stared at there white shining surfaces in the sun light I felt an odd sensation.

I can’t recall why I had done it, I certainly had no questions in mind, but suddenly felt the urge to take up a few of the crystals and carry them closer to the mound. Intuitively I pulled out the my rods and asked how I should place them. But as soon as I did I got a call of Gwas to say that the bus was due and that we should go. However I had a real “feeling” about this so I asked him to hold fire because I was on to something.

The rods helped me place the crystals in a pentagram shape and I sat cross legged in the centre facing the sun.

As I mentioned it was quite a warm day and the sun was making my forehead really hot as I sat and tried to meditate. At one point I put my hand on my cheek to see if that was as hot as my forehead. It wasn’t, something else was going on.

A few minutes later I had a vision of white beams of energy coming out of the five crystals placed around me and hitting my forehead. It was as if they were focusing the energy from the sun onto my forehead.

One of the conversations that Gwas and I had been having during our visit to the Boyne was how these massive mounds had been built. We had speculated on mans toil and that it must have taken many years to make.

Now, with these streams of energy “opening” my third-eye chakra I could “see” how they had been made.

In my vision I saw people, sitting around the place where the mound was to be built. Like myself they had crystals placed around them and they too had beams of light being focused on their 3rd eye’s. With this focused power, I saw that they lifted stones with the power of their minds and placed them to create the mound. I also “felt” that it took them around 8 months to build each of the three mounds at Boyne.

As the energy continued to burn into my third eye I could feel that I too could possibly levitate a stone so I looked around the floor for a small pebble to try this on. I found one and focused my mind on trying to life it…nothing! A realise came to me that this wasn’t enough, I lacked the mental discipline those old, what would you call them, priests? had had.

This whole vision lasted only for about 15 minutes before I had to “break it off” I was getting burned out, literally. I moved out of the pentagram and lay in the sun until the heat from my brow had faded and went in search of Gwas to reveal this interesting tale. As I did, I dowsed the veracity of my vision and the rods gave there opinion that it was true.

In my next post I will tell of the profound revelation this “3rd eye opening” had on me at Douth.

Kal Malik

In a battle between intuition and reason, the most likely result is that intuition is the loser. Why?

Here is a tale of yesterday, quite literally.

About 7 in the evening, as usual I wondered off to the gym. I parked up, as normal in the busy car-park and sauntered towards the entrance. About half-way from my car to the door I realised that I still had my spectacles on (normally I leave them in the car). My intuition told me that I should go back and leave them there but I ignored it and carried on into the gym.

A few seconds later, I was stood by a locker and before taking my clothes off I placed my specs on top of it. As I did, I distinctly recall my inner voice telling me to put the specs in the locker. I ignored it and continued with changing.

30 minutes later I was in the gym speaking with a friend and as I was, my attention was immediately back with my specs (which I had forgotten on my locker). My intuition told me to go and lock them away, but my reason said, “they would be OK, who is going to steal some specs?”

An hour later, I was back at my locker to find my specs gone! No one had handed them in and they were no where to be found!

Today I was at the optician having a new pair made.

Again and again Gwas and I are “taught” to follow our intuition and yet so ingrained is reason that we still have such tales to tell.

Kal Malik – not learning his lessons!