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How to Develop Your Intuition

The fastest way to improve your intuition is through continued and persistent meditation. Once you start on a consistent meditation schedule then your being becomes more in tune with itself. When you are more in tune with your self and your surroundings you are better able to react and make snap judgments, or as it is called follow your instincts.

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Your gut instinct versus spiritual intuition.
Some people describe it as a feeling they get in their stomach, almost like butterflies, but more insubstantial. This in many ways is common sense. It’s knowing when you walk down an icy road that you might want to be careful so you don’t slip and fall. It’s also a feeling you may get when you realize you locked your keys in your home. It’s a guttural feeling.

Your intuition is a feeling of knowing. Knowing with every fibre of your being that something may happen, that maybe you should go right instead of left. It is a feeling of knowing like you know the number 2 will always come after the number 1. It is irrefutable, and it is sometimes confused with destiny.

Spiritual intuition is the only instinct you need, and the more you use it the more powerful it becomes. Until eventually, you use it the same as any of your other senses, without even thinking. So how do you improve or hone your intuition? You have to trust yourself. You may not always be right at first and it can be discouraging, but do not give up. Because, those few times you are right seem unbelievable.

By practicing meditation for a few years I started to pick up on subtle things, I normally wouldn’t think about. I had gone to stop at a yard sale with a friend, he was looking for some cheap furniture for his new apartment. There were any number of tchotchkes and old decrepit 70s furniture you might expect at a yard sale in a rural area. I looked over the wooden geese, and at the wicker baskets. Someone, was clearly liquidating their past trend worthy purchases or hand me downs. As my friend was ready to leave, something caught my attention in the distance it was an old pot, with a crackled patina and strong black and red patterning. I told him to wait a moment as I walked over to it. Yes, this was definitely old, I could feel the age. I looked down at the sticker price it was a bright neon orange $10. That seemed fair. I took the gamble and bought the pot. My friend asked what I was going to do with it, I said I have no idea I just got it because it was old. He laughed and said it was some tacky reproduction. Following my intuition paid off, the pot was actually an old Hopi jar from the early 1800s, worth substantially more than the $10 I paid for it.

I noticed the Hopi Jar not because I am lucky, but because I had worked diligently to hone my instincts over the years.

Pay attention, look around, look twice.
The first key is to improve your attention to detail. This is done by looking closely at random things throughout the day. Is there a house you go by every day? Stop and look at it, how many windows does it have, doors? What color is it? What is the condition of it? What is it made of? When you ask yourself these questions randomly throughout the day your mind starts to hone itself for clearer detail. You are able to see when something is new or old, valuable or cheap.

Take a risk.
This is a bit like gambling at some point you just have to take a risk. Will those cards you want come up? Most likely not, but if you have the spiritual intuition you will be able to walk by scratch off lottery tickets and know there is a winner among them. Then if you know there is, buy the one you think is the winner and take a risk.

Observe and try again.
Like meditation, repetition is the key, it takes 10,000 hours to make someone an expert in their field, and it takes practice to hone your intuition. At first your chances of success may seem pretty far fetched, but eventually you will know if you should bother.

Positive Reinforcement.
When I was younger I practiced developing my intuition with friends by playing a game of memory with a deck of cards. They would show me a card, then shuffle it back into the deck, and I would have to try and pick it out. Eventually, I had uncanny “luck”. Every time I found the card I reinforced that positive feeling I got for trusting my instinct. This positive feeling started to increase my chances to get it right.

Daily Meditation.
The best thing you can do however is practice meditation daily. Meditation is the key to improving self awareness and putting you in touch with the cosmic consciousness. With successful meditation, comes success, because it is the greatest thing we can aspire to.

If you follow all of these then in time you too will have amazing intuition and be able to “defy the odds” but this is not something that happens over night. It may take years, but the longer you practice the more natural it becomes.

The invisible prisons that bind us all

This is not the world the baby boomers grew up in, this is not the world of generation X. It is the world of the millennial. A world far different from anything before it, something more impactful than the industrial revolution. It is an era of technology, and consumerism, where the two shall intertwine and never be the same.

We are being controlled. We are losing our freedoms. Many of us do so willingly without thought of consequence or realizing the ramifications of our new found “freedoms”.

What do I speak of, I speak of the smart phones in our pockets, the contracts we sign to have these devices of convenience. Take the iPhone 5s it is a computing device that is far more powerful than the desktop equivalent 10 years ago. It has the processing power to accomplish so many tasks, and we use it to help the world keep tabs on us. The obvious Foursquare and Facebook checking to Twitter updates. These convenient sites all track what we are doing, what we like and how often we do it.

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I stop to look down at my phone. Google is telling me the distance and time it will take to get home from where I am. I opted into this convenience. It will also tell me of any traffic jams or unexpected changes. It also means that in addition to Google knowing where I live, it knows my weekly schedule, and places I frequent most. These are conveniences. At what cost?

The average smart phone plan comes with a 2 year contract and will cost someone between $70 – $150 a month to maintain. Pay phones are almost gone, the newspaper is dieing. Businesses that have been around hundreds of years are disappearing. All in the name of technological advancement. Not all of it is bad but there are the things we neglect.

Have you ever shopped on Amazon? They know you better than you do. They hold your items in their cart forever, or until you delete them. Amazon will look at your purchasing history and what you recently viewed to come up with recommendations on what else you may like. This convenience is our cage. Amazon is not the only one to do this, hundreds of other retailers do too and we stand no chance against it. Industries are quickly coming up with ways to part us with our money faster than we can earn it.

Target, Warby Parker, Cabela’s, and many other retailers are using that portable computer in your pocket against you. By offering free WiFi in their store they are able to target where you are in the store based upon the signals your phone is sending. This allows them to track where you spend the most time in store, as well as what products you look at and buy. This is just the beginning, there will come a time when this information will prompt timely notifications either via your phone or in store display. All to let you know hey that item you love in the electronics department is on sale. And we will accept this because we think the store is doing us a favor. The worst part is we can’t opt out of this invasion of privacy.

Jump to social media, Facebook allows users to check in their location share memories with friends and families, and companies they happen to like. Let’s assume for a moment that you don’t carry a smart phone on you and you don’t have a Facebook, or Twitter account. This still doesn’t stop your friends, family, or strangers on the street from capturing you in a photo then sharing it online. All of this without our consent simply because we live in an era of convenience. Let’s look at Google Glass, Google’s wearable smart glasses. Always on and always able to capture everything around them. They see what you see and can record whenever. They are not that prevalent yet but will gain momentum in time.

Let’s go back to the online shopping for a moment, there are any number of techniques to try and funnel you the user to achieve a certain goal a company has in mind. It can be clicking on a button, buying an item, or handing over your email address. Websites, applications, and most all digital media is engineered to get you to buy. These are called DarkPatterns in the industry. Using psychology for evil. It is as simple as having a check box pre-checked saying yes sign me up for your email newsletters.

As if this were not enough retailers have also learned to tap into our moral sensibilities, using psychology against us. It’s as simple as buying an item where a percentage of the sales will also be donated. Because now am I not only someone who like to buy bracelets but I am also someone who likes to buy American made bracelets to support working Americans. That donation you gave is also a massive tax write off for the company selling it. It makes us feel good inside, I didn’t just buy I donated. Our actions aren’t what we do it is what we buy. And buy we will. I know this because I used to be one of the people that engineered these experiences.

Imagine every smart device, glasses, watches, bracelets, phones, game systems, all linked and connected to the internet, recording every moment of our lives. Imagine this technology being monitored by an insidious outsider. Maybe, it is our government, maybe it is a private corporation wanting more money, maybe it is a terrorist hacker scheming from a far. Regardless, of the intentions, we are spiraling faster and faster towards a time of invisible prisons.

Nikola Tesla invented a system in the early 1900s that would have provided the world with wireless electricity. He destroyed it. He understood the world was not ready for such a gift, it would be used against us as a weapon. He destroyed every possible way it could be recreated. We do not have such a luxury.

Plans to print guns have already been leaked on the internet, and our lives are now quickly being chronicled and stored in databases across the world. But, there is no cosmic off switch. Is there?

I leave this up to you the reader. Figure out what needs to happen, and save us before we can no longer save ourselves. If the NSA can monitor us and was only caught thanks to one whistle blower who else is monitoring us that we don’t know about? Why am I telling you all this so you can save us dear reader , save us from ourselves. Think for yourself, question authority.

Ghost Hunt in Maine | Part 2

Ghost Hunting | Part 1

I looked around and made note of some of the older graves. “Why don’t we head over to that newer Mausoleum? I have a feeling it may be over there.” We were all turned around in the cemetery we didn’t know our left from our right. I was just making a decision based upon a presence I noticed in that direction. It was something I had not encountered before especially in a cemetery.

“Alright, but it’s not over there.” My friend was set on finding the haunted Mausoleum. “I know what it looks like, I saw a photo and that is not it.” As we got closer though another Mausoleum, an older one was nested behind it in the woods. This was it, I knew it was, I knew it before I ever saw it.

“Look, there it is right behind this one.” The building if you can call it that, was gorgeous, you could see all the hand craftsmanship that went into the construction and stone cutting. The glass windows had been replaced with granite relief sculptures. We were at the back of the building. My friend moved forward to get to the front of the Mausoleum.

“I don’t understand how someone could sprain their ankle..” he started to say as he got to the front of the Mausoleum, …”oh, never mind I do.” Curious as to how he suddenly changed his mind I stopped admiring the construction and wandered to where he was.

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“Wow, I can see how, this is one shear incline.” The Mausoleum was at the top of a very steep incline or cliff. It had a beautiful view overlooking the forest and the river. It was at the top of the cemetery. We had approached it from the back the complete opposite direction. The presence was much stronger than before, but it was not malicious, I knew now it was benevolent. I wanted to find the source so I turned around to look at the building. The scene was reminiscent of something out of the movies, an old crypt in the forest, with no way to it but from the cliff.

“I don’t see any broken branches.” I looked at him confused, yes the story had mentioned the uncanny falling branch, but it was 4 years ago. Surely, he was joking. I walked to the entrance of the mausoleum. It was sealed with a large slab of granite. The doors had long ago been defiled and destroyed. I looked around trying to find what caused this presence. “THis sucks we haven’t even found a ghost!” I forgot he couldn’t sense it.

“Let’s look around, and see if we can find anything.” He seemed to like the idea, and set to tromping on the cliff side still looking for the branch. “Look at this!” I slid down to see what he had found. “This pine tree snapped a good six feet from the roots. That never happens, normally when a tree breaks it’s at the top or uproots. This is weird.” It was odd, and the break was right in line with the path up to the tree. But, the maintenance crew has done due diligence to keep the area clean. As they should after a string of over 150 vandalized graves 3 years before.

I looked up further on the cliff, and saw several tombstones that had been disposed of on the cliff side. “This is disgusting.” I knew now why the spirit was here. I said a prayer, of the holiest benevolence I knew. Then I heard a soft yet commanding voice.

“Why are you hear?” It was in my mind. I stood there still staring at the roof. There it was from above watching over the whole scene.

“We mean you no harm, we just wanted to see what had happened here.” There was a pause.

“Thank you.” I was rather taken aback as it was clear this spirit had done its best to suppress to hide its presence. “You are welcome here.”

“Thank you, for allowing us to visit.”

“Hey are you coming?” My friend had gone up ahead of me and was wondering why i was just staring into space. “Let’s go this way there is nothing here.” I smirked.

“Yeah, nothing here.” We walked back to the new Mausoleum, and stopped at the graves, on the cliff side. “Let’s see if we can find anything else. We walked back towards the car.

“You forgot something.” The spirit had given voice again.

“Hey, let’s go back I want to check out one more thing.” We weren’t too far ahead so we walked back. I stopped at the front steps of the Mausoleum and looked down at the ground. There was an piece of brass from the old door buried in the dirt. I picked it up. “This is what I was looking for.”

“Weird.” I looked at my friend perplexed. “It’s in the shape of an L.” Sure enough he was right it had been bent to an L shape. I heard the spirit again.

“I need your help. I am not strong enough to keep this place safe but you are. That is my gift to you if you can bless me with some of the divine light.” I thought about it, what if this was not a benevolent spirit but a malicious demon tied to this place.

“Look at this.” My friend had run back into the woods again. “It’s a piece of the old door.” I walked over to him as I mulled the words over in my mind that the spirit had said. “They’re all over the place.”

“How did they tear down the door? Granite, brass, what happened here?”

“Vandals.” I knew then the spirit appeared after the graves had been resealed with the granite. After seeing this I knew it had answered my question and was worthy of my help.

“So be it.” I blessed the spirit, with the protection of God.

“You must go now, before they close the gate.” I looked over to my friend who was busy climbing up and down the cliff slope.

“Let’s go, it’s getting late.”

“Why? I thought we could come back after dark to see if we could find the ghost.” I forgot again he was unaware of all this.

“We need to go before they close the park.” I saw the grounds keeper’s truck in the distance doing final rounds now. The spirit was right. But we were too late. The sky darkened quickly, and by the time we got back to the car you could see your breath. We got in and drove down the dirt roads of the cemetery and sure enough the gates were closed. The gate keeper no where to be found. “Well, I guess we need to go to the house and ask for help.”

Ghost Hunt in Maine | Part 1

Haunted Cemetery in Maine

There we were driving down the road at an excessive 80mph, I sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window at the trees who had lost most of their leaves. It was a cold day with winter around the corner, a strong wind was blowing outside. It had been a long time since I had opportunity to go on a ghost hunt but here it was. My friend has asked me if we could go and I said sure it should be interesting. We had done some research prior to leaving for our destination. He picked a haunted cemetery in Maine. I was intrigued by the idea that a cemetery could even be haunted so I decided to humor him and said that it would be a great idea. Now we were an hour away, he turned on the radio and Queen's Another One Bites the Dust came on.

Some what Ironic I thought, driving around looking to hunt ghost, we were nothing shy of a comical representation of the television show Supernatural. Him with his jeans work boots, flannel and carhart jacket. Myself with a hoodie jeans, and a thick levis work jacket. The site we were going to he had found on a Maine blog . When I read it it sounded promising, I didn't know how right I was. Looking back it was one of the more interesting ventures I had opportunity to take, but he would say otherwise.

"So, what are you looking to find?" I asked. We had just gotten off the exit and entered the town where the cemetery was.

"You know a ghost. I want to get goosebumps, that creepy feeling people say happens when you find one." Not many people go looking for that I thought. I doubt we would find anything like that at the cemetery. Everything he had learned about ghosts came from television and the movies, he had his car full of different repellants, from sea salt to iron bars.

"You know you probably won't need all that stuff glancing to the backseats."

"Well, you never know I just wanted to be prepared." He was all set he was with me, but I didn't want to tell him how many spirits, I had encountered before. I just went along to see the gorgeous old statuary at the cemetery. The plots dated as far back as the early 1800s and my research showed it has almost 10,000 people interred there still active up to 1996.

Sunset on Haunted Cemetery

We finally arrived and carefully drove through the open gates. The gates were not very elaborate but served their purpose to keep people out when closed. Something we would become familiar with sooner than we knew. The first thing to greet us as we drove through were two crypts that made a small hill. Overarched on it were the words "Riverside Cemetery" I was starting to get excited at the prospect of encountering a "ghost".

We drove down the twisting road and up to the top of the hill. My friend stopped the car. "We're here, let's get out."

"Here? Do you know where it is?"

"No, I figured we can find it." I looked out over the hill and saw a beautiful sun starting to set by the statues. We started walking around, and I was immediately taken aback by the number of Freemasons that had been buried here. Often times you may find one or two Freemasons in a cemetery but this one it was almost every other grave marker. This was fascinating, as I had not ever had the opportunity to be in such a fraternal plot site. As we meandered up the hill I looked in the distance to see a newly constructed mausoleum.

Freemason Tombstone

"Is that it?" It was cool outside and the wind was nipping at my ears.

"No, it looks to be too new."

"Are you sure I am pretty sure that's it." I only asked because I could sense something in that direction. I am not sure what it was but I knew that was where we needed to go regardless if it were the site we were looking for. "Let's check it out." We started to walk over there and as we go closer another larger mausoleum started to appear behind it. This one was tucked away almost in the surrounding trees. I knew that was it. "That's it isn't it?"

"I don't know it doesn't look like it is tucked in the corner." Our trip was on the heels of a Vandalism spree that had taken place in 2010. It was 3 years later. As we walked closer we noticed more and more stones that had been knocked over or smashed. There was one granite urn in particular that stood out. "How much do you think that weighs?" He pointed over towards the urn.

"I'd say at least a few hundred pounds." The base of the urn had been broken from it and it was precariously rested against a larger stone that was about four feet high and six feet wide.

"More, like five hundred. I doubt we could even move it if we tried." He was more than likely correct, I made note of that and we pushed onward.

Ghost Hunt | Part 2