Trying to trick me, you wicked boy? I can see "mathematical" in that link. Doesn't everyone here know by now how afraid I am of--of--[can't even say that word again...)
Ha, just kidding (but not about the math).
Anyway--I do think intuition and instinct are separate but related faculties.
So--anyone here ever had "true dreams?" Can I tell you stories about *them!*
Although I quite like being called a wicked boy, in all honesty I wasn't trying to be provocative, I was merely drawing to your attention the now well-established link between intuition and higher order brain activity. Of course, you are right, there is a distinction between intuition and instinct, though one which isn't observed as often as it should be, even by yourself. My rough and ready guide is to prefer intuition when referring to an apprehension of the mind, while reserving instinct for use when the subject veers more towards describing the propensity of little dogs to hump your leg in the absence of a more appropriate target.
I've heard of the term "true dreams", but I don't know its exact meaning, and I'd rather not google it just in case I get a big tech totalitatarian response listing all the times Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates dream about each other, as well as all the stuff they dream about doing to us.
However, taking the words "true dreams" at face value I can tell you a story about dreams coming true, though I should say at the outset there is no reason to believe in any supernatural force at play.
When I was young, still at school actually, I developed an interest in horse racing; you know, studying the form, doing the math, analysing the statistics etc. This was in the days of yore before computers, the internet, cell phones and streaming ate our lives, so you had more time to think and engage in a different sort of life, a subject that, as you know, the bad cat has posted about more than once.
Over time, as I applied myself to my new subject, I started to notice something very interesting happening. I noticed an emerging ability to single out horses that would go on to win at very good, even long odds, and sometimes I would even dream about them winning. That's right, I could see myself at the track; watch the horses gallop past; and hear the call of the race just like I was there. What is pertinent to note is that none of these dreams ever came out of the blue. They all featured horses that I had zeroed in on in the hours before going to sleep, so I simply made the connection between something that I had invested time on, and which later appeared in a dream.
It wasn't until years later that I read about the rich, neural connections that formed in the brain, which then seemingly allowed thought to recognise patterns and travel at great speed along those connections until they arrived, as if by magic, at an answer or solution, which we have always described as "by way of intuition".
The sad part of this story is that as I got older, assumed more responsibilty, and developed an ever wider range of interests, the time left to keep an eye on the ponies dwindled and, correspondingly, my ability to identify winners, which no longer appeared in dreams, also dwindled.
This proves the axiom that no one ever expects DH Lawrence in their morning's email.
But I at least do earnestly hope for everyone to be provocative to their best abilities so you've been quite promising.
Anyway--supernatural, no; everything operates according to natural laws and it's just we haven't discovered very many of them yet and barely understand the ones we have.
I tend to feel intuition is like having a radio turned to a particular frequency and being able to hear the signal. I tune in to mostly chatter as we all do but sometimes there's something more. I'm up to five or six of demonstrable precognition.
That was an amusing D H Lawrence maxim. Presumably, it's one of your own creations, even though you've made it sound otherwise.
Immediately after I posted my previous comment, I stole a few moments to recall some random memories of that time. One of them was of me provoking my mother again about her fondness for old Hollywood melodramas when there were obviously better viewing options on TV as far as I was concerned.
At the time it just so happened we were studying "Sons and Lovers" at school, and when I'd finished reading the book, I passed it on to my mother, who I thought would quite enjoy it. She did read it, and after finishing, threw it back at me, saying: "That was a load of romantic rubbish." I'm fairly sure it was payback time rather than her true opinion, but I just left it at that and produced my own maxim that it was probably best for sons not to give mothers D H Lawrence books to read. So, it was really fascinating to see you lead your comment with a reference to him. Do you think it was just coincidence? You didn't elaborate in any detail about your ESP experience.
In between all those rubbishy dreams where I'm wandering around stark naked and desperate to get home unnoticed, I've had at least five or six dreams over the course of my life to date that were undeniably precognition. Very specific detailed dreams with information not otherwise pre-obtainable.
And one series of waking experiences completely accurate too. For a few years I had a wretched boyfriend overseas who wrote to me less than extremely infrequently, over the course of about 5 years.
If, when I was walking home to my apt. after work, I had a sudden vision of a letter from him waiting in my mailbox, I'd indeed find one waiting for me. I was never wrong. I never wistfully imagined a letter to be there if it wasn't.
I then went for over a year with no correspondence from him, and I gave up expecting anything further, but I did take an overseas journey to visit other friends in the same country, and I was in the UK first, staying with other friends, and one night I dreamed that he'd come to see me (in the place to which I was headed) and took me to a horrible little shabby hotel and we spent the night talking about our situation.
In the morning I received a telegram from my friend in NY who was collecting my mail during my vacation. She'd found a letter from him and figured I'd want the information, which included contact info. (This was a long time ago, before cellphones etc. and the country where we'd met and where I was heading to was not his own home country.)
When I reached my destination I called him and he came to see me and took me to that shabby little hotel, and we had exactly the conversation we'd had in my dream.
Trying to trick me, you wicked boy? I can see "mathematical" in that link. Doesn't everyone here know by now how afraid I am of--of--[can't even say that word again...)
Ha, just kidding (but not about the math).
Anyway--I do think intuition and instinct are separate but related faculties.
So--anyone here ever had "true dreams?" Can I tell you stories about *them!*
Although I quite like being called a wicked boy, in all honesty I wasn't trying to be provocative, I was merely drawing to your attention the now well-established link between intuition and higher order brain activity. Of course, you are right, there is a distinction between intuition and instinct, though one which isn't observed as often as it should be, even by yourself. My rough and ready guide is to prefer intuition when referring to an apprehension of the mind, while reserving instinct for use when the subject veers more towards describing the propensity of little dogs to hump your leg in the absence of a more appropriate target.
I've heard of the term "true dreams", but I don't know its exact meaning, and I'd rather not google it just in case I get a big tech totalitatarian response listing all the times Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates dream about each other, as well as all the stuff they dream about doing to us.
However, taking the words "true dreams" at face value I can tell you a story about dreams coming true, though I should say at the outset there is no reason to believe in any supernatural force at play.
When I was young, still at school actually, I developed an interest in horse racing; you know, studying the form, doing the math, analysing the statistics etc. This was in the days of yore before computers, the internet, cell phones and streaming ate our lives, so you had more time to think and engage in a different sort of life, a subject that, as you know, the bad cat has posted about more than once.
Over time, as I applied myself to my new subject, I started to notice something very interesting happening. I noticed an emerging ability to single out horses that would go on to win at very good, even long odds, and sometimes I would even dream about them winning. That's right, I could see myself at the track; watch the horses gallop past; and hear the call of the race just like I was there. What is pertinent to note is that none of these dreams ever came out of the blue. They all featured horses that I had zeroed in on in the hours before going to sleep, so I simply made the connection between something that I had invested time on, and which later appeared in a dream.
It wasn't until years later that I read about the rich, neural connections that formed in the brain, which then seemingly allowed thought to recognise patterns and travel at great speed along those connections until they arrived, as if by magic, at an answer or solution, which we have always described as "by way of intuition".
The sad part of this story is that as I got older, assumed more responsibilty, and developed an ever wider range of interests, the time left to keep an eye on the ponies dwindled and, correspondingly, my ability to identify winners, which no longer appeared in dreams, also dwindled.
This proves the axiom that no one ever expects DH Lawrence in their morning's email.
But I at least do earnestly hope for everyone to be provocative to their best abilities so you've been quite promising.
Anyway--supernatural, no; everything operates according to natural laws and it's just we haven't discovered very many of them yet and barely understand the ones we have.
I tend to feel intuition is like having a radio turned to a particular frequency and being able to hear the signal. I tune in to mostly chatter as we all do but sometimes there's something more. I'm up to five or six of demonstrable precognition.
That was an amusing D H Lawrence maxim. Presumably, it's one of your own creations, even though you've made it sound otherwise.
Immediately after I posted my previous comment, I stole a few moments to recall some random memories of that time. One of them was of me provoking my mother again about her fondness for old Hollywood melodramas when there were obviously better viewing options on TV as far as I was concerned.
At the time it just so happened we were studying "Sons and Lovers" at school, and when I'd finished reading the book, I passed it on to my mother, who I thought would quite enjoy it. She did read it, and after finishing, threw it back at me, saying: "That was a load of romantic rubbish." I'm fairly sure it was payback time rather than her true opinion, but I just left it at that and produced my own maxim that it was probably best for sons not to give mothers D H Lawrence books to read. So, it was really fascinating to see you lead your comment with a reference to him. Do you think it was just coincidence? You didn't elaborate in any detail about your ESP experience.
In between all those rubbishy dreams where I'm wandering around stark naked and desperate to get home unnoticed, I've had at least five or six dreams over the course of my life to date that were undeniably precognition. Very specific detailed dreams with information not otherwise pre-obtainable.
And one series of waking experiences completely accurate too. For a few years I had a wretched boyfriend overseas who wrote to me less than extremely infrequently, over the course of about 5 years.
If, when I was walking home to my apt. after work, I had a sudden vision of a letter from him waiting in my mailbox, I'd indeed find one waiting for me. I was never wrong. I never wistfully imagined a letter to be there if it wasn't.
I then went for over a year with no correspondence from him, and I gave up expecting anything further, but I did take an overseas journey to visit other friends in the same country, and I was in the UK first, staying with other friends, and one night I dreamed that he'd come to see me (in the place to which I was headed) and took me to a horrible little shabby hotel and we spent the night talking about our situation.
In the morning I received a telegram from my friend in NY who was collecting my mail during my vacation. She'd found a letter from him and figured I'd want the information, which included contact info. (This was a long time ago, before cellphones etc. and the country where we'd met and where I was heading to was not his own home country.)
When I reached my destination I called him and he came to see me and took me to that shabby little hotel, and we had exactly the conversation we'd had in my dream.