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Well, it sure isn’t like in that silly ass movie “The Sixth Sense”. That little twerp lurking about, proclaiming to all and sundry, “I see dead people”—gag me with a spoon! (Thank you, Moon Unit Zappa). In this flick, the main character, a young boy of maybe 10 or 11, sees gory dead bodies everywhere–bloody corpses hanging by nooses, bloody bike rider meeting the Grim Reaper while riding, etc. As long as it is bloody, our young gangsta here is seeing it. In my experiences, those of clients and friends, and in all the books I have read, I am only aware of one other person who has seen disturbing visions. In the book entitled Yolanda, a New York psychic recounts her story of intuitive development. She does see demonish faces and some gnarly stuff that I would need to be wearing a Depend diaper to experience. Why would this happen to her? This woman has a history of abuse and violence a mile high and never once mentions receiving any counseling. Negative energy draws more negative energy. That is my explanation, anyway.

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As anyone who has developed his/her intuitive abilities knows, there comes a moment (or more than a few moments) when you scratch your head, chew your lip in vexation, squint up at the sky, and mutter to yourself: “Am I crazy, full of crap, or just really intuitive?”  I will be glad to help you answer that.

Crazy—ah yes, the one I pondered the most due to the schizophrenia that runs in my family. I discussed this question with Deb Havill, a fine lady who is a licensed clinical social worker here in Indy. One way I always knew I wasn’t psychotic is that I worried that I was—I figured if I were psychotic, I wouldn’t have that awareness. She agreed, but added that as folks who have psychosis receive more treatment, they indeed can discern between reality and the psychosis. In my experience as a social worker evaluating people seeking psych services, I learned that psychotic thought processes typically pertain to either delusions of grandeur (“I am Madonna—where is Lourdes?”) or a religious theme (“Archangel Michael will bite you on the butt if you don’t stop it!”). I never had thoughts like this.

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Yeah, so…..here I am writing this blog about intuition and related affairs. You are probably wondering, “What qualifies yonder hussy to write such a blog? How does she know anything about this topic?” At least you are if you too survived that particular brand of torture called graduate school where it was pounded into my head repeatedly by various well-meaning profs to always check the validity of your sources.  Well, you just rest on your backside, and I will tell ya how I got this way.

I don’t remember any precognitive experiences or what-have-you until I was 13. My intuitive abilities announced themselves loudly and proudly–“HELLLLOOOOOO!!!!  WE”RE HERE!!!”, they yelled as they clattered into my life unexpectedly.  One brilliantly blue, peaceful, summer morning, I awakened from an odd and disturbing dream. Very odd and disturbing dream. I saw the exact circumstances of a local young man’s death. He was passed out drunk early in the morning on a country road, his body shrouded by the intense fog that had developed. The mother of one of my classmates was driving down the road, didn’t see him, and ran over him.  Even stranger yet, I experienced the whole dream as a passenger in her car, seeing the whole event with my physical eyes. I also had the sensation of knowing  who we had hit, and that he was dead. But being a boisterous country lass, I decided to forget it and just get on with my day of bike riding, yakking my fat mouth on the phone,  and hitting my brothers. Yep, I forgot all  about it until the whole event was on the front page of the paper a few months later, exactly as I had dreamed. You better believe that the proverbial shit hit the fan for me then! I was so scared! I didn’t know what was wrong with me. All I know is that I hoped it never happened again.

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Well, what the hell, you may be wondering? Why is this woman blathering on about not seeing dead people? Allow me to clear your confusion by sharing a wee bit about me and the purpose of my blog. I am Annie, a life coach/intuitive/image consultant/reiki practioner from Indianapolis, IN. There is so much utter rubbish and bollocks about intuition  that it makes me want to barf. I am here to give it to ya straight up about your sixth sense! It sure in the hell aint’ like the movies. I do not wander about, beseeching ghosts to head to the light in a tiny, screechy, high voice. I don’t see dead people morbidly hanging out in closets with nooses around their necks or bloody gun shot wounds to their heads. These images are all steamy crocks of crap designed to make Hollywood producers lots of payola. Your intuitive abilities, which we all have, are a gift to be used wisely for the highest good and greatest joy of yourself and others. Intelligent use of intuition requires an open mind, education, practice, patience, and a kick ass sense of humor. It is really that simple.

Stay tuned! This blog will feature guest writers relating shivery tales of ghost hunting, past lives, shamanic rituals…..really, the sky is the limit! And Spirit only knows what I will talk about….life is always an adventure, so get ready!