We humans respond viscerally to most common events. Although we can assert ourselves when so moved, Mr. Spock-like logic doesn’t come naturally to our species. We tend to feel rather than think. We’re quick to be happy, and no less quick to feel sad. We can be annoyed, thrilled, or whatever, but we rarely analyze these emotions, much less the mind states that have no apparent external cause or influence. Other than in cases of genuine internal disorder, who can authoritatively deny that “disembodied voices,” “ecstatic visions,” or even “alien mind scans” are not the result of humanity’s fundamental psychic potential ?
Higher senses are really just other senses that we aren’t fully aware of, and therefore, have failed to harness. Precognition is a powerful instrument of experience, and it is, admittedly, rare. It is rarer still if it can be fully controlled by the individual in whom it manifests. But intuition, instinct’s smarter cousin, is still part of our everyday experience. Or it could be, at any rate, if humans paid more attention to their so-called inner voice. Male cultural domination has downgraded impressionistic perception to “feminine intuition.” But a hard-as-brass private investigator “plays a hunch,” while a stogie-chewing gambler “calls a shot.”
men today would willingly admit to “personal sensitivity,” let
alone the reality of intuition.
Things might change, though, as we continue our ambling, million-year stroll from barbarism to noeticism. Whereas natural instinct can be considered a survival tool from our savage history, natural intuition might become more relevant to our future selves. While our society edges its way toward computer- controlled “smart” everything, perhaps our children’s children will finally learn to comprehend and make use of the qualities of Mind that even nano-technology will never properly duplicate.
In 1973, I think my own inner voice was drowned out by the tumult of virtual sounds seeking my attention. I have no memory at all of what incident, or collected series of incidents, perhaps, eventually pushed the button for me. All I can remember is that by sometime in late June, I was fully aware of receiving empathic impressions from just about any inert object I touched, and from any living thing within an average twenty-foot radius.