Did we know because we’re psychic or did we simply create what we expected?
That’s a pickle for some people—sometimes, me too. Here’s what been happening. Over time people have suggested that I take some action and I knew (actually based on some fact) the pointless outcome that it would produce. “It would be useless”—that was what every intuitive cell in my body told me.
Talk to “The Hand”
I took the action suggested (mostly out of pure frustration) and sure enough it was as pointless as my intuition told me it would be. Remember that old Seinfeld episode where the phrase “talk to the hand” became popular?—at least that’s the first place I ever heard it. Essentially, it means you may as well talk to a wall or the wind—it will get you the same result. Well, that was the experience when frustration urged me to follow the suggestions of others.
The question ultimately then is did I get the result that I expected and did I create the result through my expectation? (all psychic stuff aside). OR, did I already know via my psychic ability what the result would be, proving my intuitive prowess?
We always have that moment wherein we stop and say to ourselves, “Hey. Wait. Did I just actually create that based on my expectation or was this just my intuitive impression panning out accurately?”
We have to blend fact with our intuition—in astrological terms we’d call that right brain Jupiter/Sag blending with left brain Mercury/Gemini. Don’t’ forget that in this case there was some history, some fact which blended with my intuition.
All that aside, I must say that I never expected the level of bold face lying and denial that I was facing yesterday. I’m sure my mouth was open; it was incredulous!
I’ve not been able to put on my apartment heat because it draws up the smells from downstairs (Indian cooking and perhaps Hookah smoking), so I was coming into my apartment with a small plug-in floor heater to compensate. Just as I saw the male tenant beneath me exiting his apartment, I asked him if he knew how to put the central air unit on fan to create a sound buffer between our apartments since I cannot run mine until the smell goes away.
I nearly pleaded with him to turn on and keep is fan on to create a sound/noise buffer between our apartments. His central air venting system runs underneath my floor. And then I added, by the way, the slamming of your fists on the wall is definitely not cool and I’d appreciate it if you’d stop that.
I had mentioned that to the office girls while in the rental office earlier in the day—one of my downstairs neighbors may have a temper because occasionally they slam the wall full force – and only days earlier did so right beneath where I was sitting typing. Nobody –and I mean nobody – who was present at that moment and in their right mind would have questioned where it originated! A two year old could have pointed to the direction from which the sound came! Yet, the Indian man stood directly in front of me and with a straight face and with a calm voice said, “Any sounds you hear—any banging—are not coming from our apartment.” I could hardly believe my ears!
I figured talking to them would not do much good but to have the person offer me such a bold faced lie was incredulous, ridiculous, seditious and so absurd that it was nearly laughable. I suddenly thought of that childhood rhyme, “Liar, liar pants on fire!” Why, at the moment, Pinocchio with the nose growing longer didn’t enter my mind, who knows. I have my own theories about the pants on fire meaning but it’s often followed by “pants hanging from a telephone wire”–William Blake’s poem at the bottom of this post called “The Liar” is where that may have come from. Anyway…
With great composed calm that I’m sure he must muster for the same theatrical performance for the rental office personnel, he added that any smells that come through the vent do not originate from his apartment. A statement as equally astounding to my ears! (What? are you kidding?)
I have rarely in my life dealt with such bold faced lying—well, I don’t think ever really now that I think of it. How totally amusing to have something so obvious be so calmly excused and denied in such a matter of fact business like way! Talk about a donkey!
And one who was standing right there insulting my intelligence. If he wants to sing that song to the people in the rental office, that’s one thing but I practically live with these people! There’s nothing but some 2 x6’s, a sheet of plywood, air venting ducts and some sheet rock and stucco separating me from what I hear below me and believe me, they way these folks talk, the sounds of their voices are undeniable. I literally hear them in my sleep! There’s absolutely no mistaking the owners of the voices that were yelling right after the wall slamming! I thought, “Oh, Please, who do you think you’re talking to?”
Oh and regarding my request that he put on the central air unit fan, his reply was that he already does that— This guy thinks everyone is born yesterday? Or what?
Mind game. Game over.
I told him that I am walking away from him since we cannot even have an intelligent conversation if he is going to deny everything. And he stood there as I turned and I hear hin saying, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry” even though he owned up to not one thing to apologize for! I felt absolutely no sincerity in his words whatsoever.
Beam me up Scotty—there’s no intelligent life force here!
But the original point here had to do with the event, the experience – was it a manifestation of my expectation (as in: you create your reality) or was it people being human and dishonest and my intuition already knowing that.
However, I have to say that I figured talking to them would likely elicit a certain amount of denial because they went down that road in the beginning with the rental personnel; YET, never in a million years would I have expected that level of bold faced lying!
I’ve never experienced anything like it and could have never imagined it happening to that degree.
I think we can and do have intuitive or psychic feelings about likely outcomes that will occur if we make certain choices which have little or nothing to do with creating our expectations. These hunches or feelings or intuitions, when followed, are what keep us out of danger or out of trouble.
I’m actually not sorry that I had the conversation with the Indian guy as shocking as it was—I walked away shaking my head, shrugging my shoulders, thinking, “What a donkey”. However, it has certainly become a lot quieter since!
It has never been so quiet down there, except when they were out of town for the weekend. I hope it lasts and I am grateful. Please, let it last! Its been a beautifully peaceful weekend.
by William Blake
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Shall they dangle in the night?
When I asked of your career
Why did you have to kick my rear
With that stinking lie of thine
Proclaiming that you owned a mine?
When you asked to borrow my stallion
To visit a nearby-moored galleon
How could I ever know that you
Intended only to turn him into glue?
What red devil of mendacity
Grips your soul with such tenacity?
Will one you cruelly shower with lies
Put a pistol ball between your eyes?
What infernal serpent
Has lent you his forked tongue?
From what pit of foul deceit
Are all these whoppers sprung?
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Do they dangle in the night?