Intuition Rough Draft

Waiting for the feeling, something to hit me. It became clear this would not happen until I fell asleep. After being awake for almost 4 hours, my eyes really couldn't stay open any longer. Something began to happen, I couldn't tell what. I was falling, falling again. I landed, right in the middle of reality, and nowhere. The voice came on stronger this time, much louder. It was almost like it began to yell. "Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" The voice said again. Despite the loud volume of the voice, it was assuring. It made me feel comfortable. Even though I was in some sort of weakened state, I always felt better here than I did in the real world. Something was telling me that I just needed to be freed. Whether it was the voice inside my head, or some other voice, I felt it. The voice was so showing so much empathy, it felt inhuman, but at the same time it felt so human. It felt real, I could never describe the way it made me feel, how it moved me. I wanted to yell out, with everything I had. Part of me knew it just wasn't right, I had to wait for it to come to me. I knew that everything I wanted would come soon. I know what you're thinking, how was I not freaked out? It's simple, I didn't have room for that kind of thinking. I was so relieved to feel this way, it was a feeling of release. It's like that feeling when you get into a hot tub. The deeper you get, and the longer you stay, the more your body is at

As a child, you think your parents are all-knowing. There comes a point where a child starts to

My mother, frantic as she was, called the police to file a report on the truck driver that has put my life at a great risk as well as my father and sister. However, no response, to my knowledge, was given back. No call from them stating that they have found the driver or any other aspects to the investigation. It has become a forgotten memory even to the other members of my family; yet for me, I remember it and will never forget. Confusion overcame my fear in that moment as barrages of questions plagued my mind: Was that real? Could I have died? Would everything be over that quickly? Why hasn't justice been served? Why isn't this working out for me? These questions made me realize that such drastic changes in your plan of life, how small or large they are, will always have a lasting

Regardless of whether or not a person may know the facts behind a situation, predisposition trumps knowledge learned later on; just as instinct trumps what has been taught. It is human nature to believe in what one thinks is correct, even if there are facts that prove otherwise and one will go to the necessary lengths to prove themselves so. In Kolbert’s article, Why Facts Don’t Change Our Minds, various studies are put into use to explain this theory.

I remember times in my teen years where I was overwhelmed by stress because of my dad’s lack of care for me reading and wanting to help me succeed. He was more focused on getting his package to his next client. I told my mom about the stressful situation that I was going through, and being a reading fanatic, she handed me a book to read. “Don’t sweat the small…and it’s all small stuff” by Dr. Richard Carlson. After examining the book cover, I started to reading it. I stumbled on a sentence in the introduction that changed the way I viewed things. “whenever we’re dealing with bad news, a difficult person, or a disappointment of some kind, most of us get into certain habits, ways of reacting life¬ – particularly adversity – that don’t serve us well” (Carlson 9), altered my perspective on the way I view my father and his drugs habit, not knowing the fact that he grew up in the drugs community. After I finished reading the book, I took the courage up on myself to go to my dad’s house to try and get him to read the book. I guess I went at the right time because as soon as I showed him the book and told him what it was about, he hugged me and started to cry, while saying “I was so dumb, so stress out man and you bring the thing my brain was yearning for.” Why this story you ask? Let’s just say that any eager reader can

I was on phone with my dad, he was drunk and made promises I knew he would never uphold. Beep, beep, beep, the phone call ended. Tears rolled down my face, my breathing became shallow, it grew harder to fill my lungs. I was having an anxiety attack. “What’s going on?” Stewart asked, leaning toward me. I shook my head, avoiding the topic. “David,” my mom responded simply. Stewart’s typically stern persona softened immediately. He sighed, clasping his hands together, all his body weight shifted onto his elbows that were placed on his

My feet aching, I plodded along as cars rushed by. I wondered what the drivers of those cars would be thinking if they saw such a small child walking by himself. As terrible possible situations played out in my mind, I reached the one story building that was my home. For some reason that I will never know, I did not go and knock or ring the doorbell. Reaching the house only increased the horrible feeling in my chest. This was probably one of the strangest things that I have ever done in my life and stands testament to the ability that fear has to completely alter our thinking capacities. Normally, all my life I have been known has fairly level-headed, but now I was reduced to an illogical

Something shifted in me listening to the stories of pain of two very formative people in my life. Something inside of me recognized the sacredness of this conversation. Once I heard

A person may ask a friend, “What color is this book?” The friend would say the cover is black, but the first person would argue that it is red. The truth is, they are both right. The color of the book depends upon which side of it is exposed to the person. This situation is comparable to the difference in world views. Depending upon which side one looks at a situation, will determine the actions that a person would take. In the story of Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, the relationship between the family of a sick Hmong child, Lia, and Lia’s doctors, Neil and Peggy Ernst, seems to be harder to remedy than Lia’s illness itself. When looking at Lia’s dad, Nao Koa, and one of the main doctors that Lia is treated by, Neil Ernst, the difference in world views are opposite ends of the spectrum. Although Nao Koa and Neil Ernst want the same thing for Lia, their conflicting world views on the nature of life and the purpose of life are the most challenging component of treating Lia’s rare form of epilepsy.

Fall down seven times, bring yourself back up eight . When life is put into scenarios of stress and pressure towards a certain task, sport, or a certain relationship, we tend not to comprehend and leaving our balance off the plank. Exploring around for puzzles and our environment helps us look deeper into what might seem as a regular imaginary picture, however it could be a delusion into something bigger. Your book, Touching Spirit Bear, brought up the thought of reality and how it has changed over time. The existence of this book marked a future from the critical side of decisions and effects it has caused for me to think more validly .

Then came my brother’s illness. Within the span of less than a week, I was hurled into the real world: a world of uncertainty, adults, and death. Death had finally reached my front door. For four months, he waited there, but would not come in. This time, he was expected. After about three months, and for the first time in my life, I truly feared Death and its power. Unlike with the first three boys, death was more expected. My brother was not eating, not walking, and was showing no signs of improvement. Looking back on it now, I realize that to the adults, it probably seemed like only a matter of time. With my childlike faith, however, this did not seem like a possibility, or at least I told myself that. My brother could not die, he was not like those other boys. Yet he was, to Death’s cold, indiscriminate eye, my brother was exactly the same. However, as I have learned, Death does not care. Death did not care that my brother had been bedridden in a hospital for the past few months or that another boy was just trying to enjoy a pool-party, because he eventually decided to leave my brother alone. He left our home’s doorway with only the smudge of his fingerprints on the

In his lecture, “The Will to Believe,” William James addresses how one adopts a belief. There is a hypothesis and an option, where you choose between two live hypotheses. An option has the characteristics to be live or dead, forced or avoidable, and momentous or trivial. In his thesis, James argues how “our passional nature” must make our decisions about our beliefs when they cannot be certainly determined on “intellectual grounds,” however, this is not the case, we can always make the decision based on intellectual grounds. One can use Bayesian probability to gain some grasp of the situation and eventually to make a decision.

Suppose that each day one of the biggest challenges you face is the fear and pain of leaving the safety1 and comfort of your home. Presume you fear that elements around you might trigger flashbacks from your past traumatic experience. Suppose you fear going shopping, to restaurants, and mingling with crowds. Assume that you fear the possibility of panic attacks and emotional outburst. Imagine you are stuck in a mire of emotions, grief, depression, and anxiety. Suppose your old self is gone, and you feel dead inside, without a soul. Suppose an invisible entity is in control of your life.

When presented with a conflicting and troubling scenario, people often feel apprehensive towards searching for a solution. There is a certain sensation that one experiences when there is a sense of uncertainty or a lack of conviction. It feels as if there was a rock sitting in the stomach, weighing it down. The rock of uncertainty would often shift and move, creating a ripple effect throughout the body. In the mind, thoughts and vivid ideas play in a continuous motion of fear, anger, relief, and suspicion. These intense feelings from that rock often subside once a solution to the issue is found. However, the rock of uncertainty is still embedded in the walls of the stomach. That feeling of the lack of conviction does not completely disappear.

I have just gotten to Tennessee and my partner wanted to go up a trail on a mountain and I agreed. As we were going up, you could see the clouds getting closer and closer and the sky looked so peaceful with his pink and orange shades. In that moment nothing was more beautiful than the serenity that the view made you feel. When we arrived at the top It was mesmerizing, and in that moment nothing I have ever felt or seen could compared to what I was feeling in that moment. It was peace and it was as if my heart felt their presence in that moment. In that split second I knew I wasn’t alone ,I knew that they were protecting me from above and in that moment I felt her, like if she was there standing right next to me and then I felt him and I knew that he had to be real because I felt Calmness and I felt at peace. It was such an intense feeling that I could of swore that my grandma was right next to me holding my hand and in that moment my life changed, because the despair,anger,hopelessness that I had been feeling for years it disappear, and I felt complete again, for the first time in years I felt Good. At the same time I also felt my heart drop to my stomach because I was the top of a mountain and I was at the very edge looking over the scenery. However, I did not want to be pulled