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Anyone got any 'intuition' stories?
A while ago, a friend of mine was painting the outside of his house when he got a strong feeling to go back inside (for no discernible reason). The minute he did, a chunk of guttering fell down right where he had been painting and would have killed him if he had stayed outside.
I see no reason to invoke a supernatural cause for this (the subconscious is good at picking up things)
Would like to hear of any 'intuition' stories from fellow ABers.
Thanks.
A while ago, a friend of mine was painting the outside of his house when he got a strong feeling to go back inside (for no discernible reason). The minute he did, a chunk of guttering fell down right where he had been painting and would have killed him if he had stayed outside.
I see no reason to invoke a supernatural cause for this (the subconscious is good at picking up things)
Would like to hear of any 'intuition' stories from fellow ABers.
Thanks.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.About 3 years ago I headed off to the allotment, at the first roundabout I drove right around it, then headed to the beach instead. At the next roundabout I did the same again and changed my mind, before changing it again. It was as though I felt a need .. I had to go to the beach !
We had a very high tide and close to gale force winds. The sea looked very inviting (if you were daft enough), with massive waves dumping onto the beach. I decided to go for a swim and managed to dive under the waves to make my way out to about 50mtrs off the beach. I was the only person on the beach apart from one elderly chap who turned up after I was in the water. Watching him come down the beach to the water, he looked very unstable and I thought to myself ' He really needs to think twice before getting into these waves' .. no sooner had I thought this and he had vanished from the beach. I kept watching but he didn't appear through the waves.
Straight away I swam back and got washed right up the beach with the big waves. From there I seen the chap, he had been knocked over by the waves and was rolling around in the surf at the mercy of the undertow, he was being washed up the beach before being sucked back down into the crashing waves with no chance of getting back onto his feet.
I didn't hesitate and dived straight into the sea and got hold of him. Before you knew it we were both washed up onto the shingle, I kept hold of him and dug my heels in to stop us being sucked out into the waves again.
All's well that ends well .. but I have no idea why I felt the need to go to the beach. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't have considered entering the water that day, I just had an overwhelming feeling I needed to be there.