I was walking across campus at Cal State one very dark night. Something told me to stop. Something told me I wasn't where I thought I was. Sure enough, if I hadn't stopped I would have fallen down a flight of stone steps.
Whether we call them guardian angels, ancestors, orisha, intuition, collective memory or what have you, the forces of the universe that watch over me seem to care not the least whose name I pray in or if I pray at all. There is no help or hindrance in my adherence or rejection of any particular belief system. It's all the same.
So what do we say of that "something" that tells us? Why does it warn us of things while others who have more faith, more spirituality, more righteousness, etc tumble down the steps of life? Why is it sometimes wrong? Sometimes when I ignore it nothing bad happens. Why does it sometimes tease me? Sometimes I leave home with a powerful feeling that I am forgetting something but cannot for the life of me think of what it could be.
Something told me. Really? Was it me telling me?
Whether we call them guardian angels, ancestors, orisha, intuition, collective memory or what have you, the forces of the universe that watch over me seem to care not the least whose name I pray in or if I pray at all. There is no help or hindrance in my adherence or rejection of any particular belief system. It's all the same.
So what do we say of that "something" that tells us? Why does it warn us of things while others who have more faith, more spirituality, more righteousness, etc tumble down the steps of life? Why is it sometimes wrong? Sometimes when I ignore it nothing bad happens. Why does it sometimes tease me? Sometimes I leave home with a powerful feeling that I am forgetting something but cannot for the life of me think of what it could be.
Something told me. Really? Was it me telling me?