Intuition and the Time Travel of Emotions

My family is one where we have a strong sense of intuition, at least as far as warnings go. It presents itself usually with a bad gut feeling about something, or in more extreme cases, as a kind of "voice" in the head that warns us loud and clear to NOT do something or go somewhere, with the bad feeling and voice both vanishing once we take action to divert ourselves from the planned course.

Most of my family is Christian, so their explanation for this intuitive voice has always been that it was the Holy Spirit. However, I'm (secretly to them) a non-believer, so the fact that I enjoy the benefits of this too seems to rule out that theory. Until very recently, I had no better theory of my own, but considering many experiences in my life that I'll mention here, I may have figured it out... even if it does sound a bit crazy!

One of my earliest and most powerful experiences was when I was taking a fairly routine weekly nighttime walk to a nearby dam, where I'd normally sit and think by the water and under the stars for around 10-15 minutes before returning home. But on this one particular night, I was hit with a bad feeling pretty much right at my arrival... and then the voice spoke and said "Turn back now". The best I can describe this, is as if some trusted friend of yours appeared out of nowhere, spoke those words, and then vanished, and then that moment was deleted except for the very recent memory of having been told those words, and your mind analyzing them and considering a response. I hope that made sense!

My first thoughts were that this was a stupid idea, since I'd just arrived after all, and so I stayed. "Turn back now!" it said again, louder this time. I ignored it again. By the third time, I'd only been at the dam for 2 minutes before I finally decided to heed this annoying voice and begin my walk home early.

On the way back, there was a 4-way intersection, where the block diagonal to my left was woods, and to the right was a house where hoodlums frequently hung out outside. As I entered the intersection, on the road to the left about 200 feet away were 3 figures walking toward me... and as soon as they saw me, they started to yell at me. I heard them say "Come here!" and little else, though a lot of it was taunting. I walked across the street forward until the woods blocked the view between they and myself, and then I took off running for home. They didn't follow me. Had I left the dam a minute later, and if they were the same hoodlums that hung out at the house on the corner outside, I wouldn't have been able to avoid them, and I don't know what would have happened... I just know it wouldn't have been good!

I've had many other experiences like this... and I don't always get to find out what I avoided. Went to walk my dog once, and had the same "Turn back now!" voice again, which I eventually listened to and it went away once I turned around and walked my dog by a different route. Never knew what I missed that time.

Then there have been times where I wasn't the only one to get the bad feeling; more than a few times where I'd planned to drive somewhere unfamiliar, I've had a bad feeling about it, and then end up approached by my mom or dad and have them say they had a bad feeling too. It led to the cancellation of quite a few things, but since I've still avoided harm, I don't regret listening!

So one of the incidents that led to my theory was late last year. One of my good friends who is in his 30's got his drivers license for the first time, then bought a car, and brought it over to my house so he could show me it and have us go for a drive together in it. I was all ready to go when my dad approached me saying he had a terrible feeling about me going out. I felt absolutely nothing though, and really searched my feelings, and told my dad this. Part of me thought he was just being paranoid, but regardless, I decided to please him and when I met my friend, told him I would NOT go for a ride in that tonight. We hung out in and around his car for a good half hour, but it didn't move until he went home. Dad said he felt much better once he looked outside and saw we didn't leave. I've ridden with this friend in that very same car many times since with no intuitive warnings; it was just that one night that worried my dad so much.

That always puzzled me, why I felt nothing at all. But that ended up leading to my theory, which incorporates aspects of my other experiences with premonitions.

I've had at least on 2 occasions in my life, prophetic dreams where I saw exactly what would unfold in reality between 1 and 3 days later. Not just deja-vu, but a image-for-image match up of events that came later. And by other means I won't discuss here that led to me experiencing vivid waking visions that turned out to be that of events unfolding exactly as seen/experienced months later into the future, I've long since believed that "Time Travel" is possible for the consciousness; whatever it's made of. While reading "The Elegant Universe", a few paragraphs in the book discussing String Theory mentioned the possibility that theorists are giving serious consideration to is that in addition to the 1-time and 3-space dimensions (length, width, height) we all know of, there's not only an additional 5 spatial dimensions that are well accepted by the theorists, but possibly additional time dimensions as well. Though the book refused to discuss it any further, just the fact that serious scientists are considering that possibility seems to give my personal experiences a little bit of support, even if evoking those additional time dimensions aren't currently necessary or justified by present knowledge of physics.

While thinking all of this over in the shower (where my best thinking happens), the idea hit me; Intuition itself could be a form of Time Travel! Or more simply, it's a case where future events can affect and alter past events, to our benefit.

My idea is that during times of extreme emotional distress, we're able to focus so strongly on the wish to have been able to prevent the disastrous episode, that we do enter an altered state of consciousness capable of transmitting that desperate desire back in time to ourselves. We then receive that feeling/warning from ourselves in the past, and alter our behavior until we've successfully prevented the occurrence, and thus cuts off the signal that has now never actually been sent at all.

I say we sent it to ourselves only, because of that time when my dad felt all of the terror about me riding in my friend's new car, while I felt nothing. It's entirely possible that I actually died that night, and died rather suddenly, too much so to send my past self a warning. However, my father would certainly be overcome with grief once the police officer came to the house to deliver the awful news... so the warning was sent from himself, to himself, and then he passed it on to me.

Therefore, those instances where both myself and my parents felt the bad feelings, I could have merely been injured bad, or at least if my injuries were fatal, they weren't immediately so. That way, all of us would experience the grief and send it backwards to ourselves.

Now, I've had at least one major experience where myself and a friend, and our parents, all had terrible intuitive feelings about a particular event, yet my friend and I pressed on and ignored it. This was last November, when we went hiking in the woods of North Jersey searching for the "Stone Living Room" with some awfully inaccurate directions I found online (it was a very spontaneous trip, normally I plan far better than that). My dad texted me earlier to warn me to watch for bears (thinking that was why he felt anxious about our journey), so he felt it before I did. Once my friend and I reached the trail and had to traverse over dangerous creek, we both felt it too, but kept it to ourselves and pressed on, confident that our journey was short as the directions said we were just one mile away.

After well over 2 hours into the very rocky and hilly hike, we decided to give up. I downloaded a black and white map from the State Park website onto my phone, and tried to figure out where we were on it. The trails were color coded, but sometimes the trails could be anywhere from 1 color to 3 colors, while the map indicated each trail was only one color. I thought we were on the blue trail (on the map), but our trail was marked both blue and green. I decided if we pressed forward just a little further, on our left should be a red trail. I felt like we should have turned around and taken the 2-hour trek down the path we already knew, but was sure this would be a shortcut. The sun would be down soon and it was doubtful we'd make it out before dark.

To shorten this very long story, that red trail never materialized, and we only ended up going deeper into the woods. The map was no help at all (in fact we'd had been better off without it!) and the sun was setting rapidly. We had been rained on and so were wet, and absolutely would never reach the car before night. My phone battery was nearly dead and she'd left hers in the car, so I decided to forgo risking draining the battery by attempting to use GPS, and decided to call my dad, who said to call 911, who said to call 411, who said which local police station to call, and long story short, Search & Rescue had to come out and get us.

We spent close to 5 hours in the woods, lost, alone, wet and freezing. Had plenty of food and water, but not enough warm clothes, and my friend was pretty convinced that she was going to die... and I was short on hope of surviving myself as the hours ticked away. It was truly traumatic and stressful, and all we could think about was how badly we wished we'd never come out here... there was little else for the mind to do but that; it kept the mind off of thinking about the cold.

In the end, Search & Rescue did find us, and it was another hour and a half hike out of there before we made it to the car, and another 2 hour drive after that to get home to our extremely worried families.

So this event was on my mind too, as those terrible near-death hypothermic conditions and the types of extremely focused thoughts we were having about wishing we'd never gone, were ideal for transmitting those desires into the past... and if they were sent this way, we can also testify that we received them too... only that we disregarded them anyway. We're quite lucky to have survived!

So does our intuition originate from time-traveling psychic messages from ourselves? Right now, my experiences seem to suggest that they do!

I'm lucky to be alive in more ways than I may ever truly realize. Perhaps we all are, for many of us may heed these warnings and not even know it.

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