Swimming between the flags of Intuition and Logic

I believe in the duality of life expressed in the form of a paradox, based on whatever belief system I currently subscribe to. My current paradox is to swim between the flags of logic and intuition.

Or is it?

Logic, from the classical Greek λόγος LOGOS (the word), is the study of patterns found in reasoning. Of course, it HAD to be Greek. Seems there is no escape for me from that culture! It has been argued that the task of the logician is to create a system for distinguishing between valid and misleading supposition. Logic is the adjudicator between rational and flawed arguments. (Why I was born into my family perhaps he he he....:-)

Traditionally, logic was studied as a branch of philosophy. In a proper scientific form, logic classifies the structure of statements and arguments, both through the study of formal systems of inference and through the study of arguments in natural language. Logic is a rather large and fluffy quilt fashioned with precisely woven squares covering myth, paradox, analysis, reason, probability and causality.

The concept of form is central to any discussions of the nature of logic. Formal, Informal, Platonic or Aristotelian terms – my logic is based on experience, perceptions and belief systems and ultimately can be analysed and expressed in the terms of some questionable Greek philosopher. Hmmm.

My external life casts shadows from those who suggest I am dangerously addicted to all things logical.

In contrast, however, Intuition is a gift I was born with and provides the balance to my structured, systematic logical nature. Intuition is a way of understanding and knowing immediately without any usual sensory or mental process. It is almost as if there is access to a universal energy through various senses. Some philosophers refer to intuition as a form of instinct. Others see it as a form of revelation. It could be an evolved consciousness providing the difference between description and acquaintance of logos. Is there a difference between psychic, insightful and intuitive?

Questions lead to answers that in turn lead to more questions.

The up shot is that I cannot provide a universal classification for the word INTUITION.

However I can describe what it means for me.

One form is attached to a specific place and can be repeated with subsequent visits.
From my earliest memories, I have encountered various energy grids throughout the world, where I can quite literally feel the universe flowing through me - a connection of sorts. The earth, river, sea, sand, air, stars, moon and especially trees all become part of the molecules that make up the frequency of ME and a dialogue is opened up between all of us.

Directly under the large fig tree that sleeps beside The Rocks and the Sydney Harbour, seated inside the Glastonbury Tor at the very base, the great fir trees that line the first wooden bridge you cross from the Switzerland border right before Lake Lugano in Italy, the lurching old swearing tree that held court at the rear of the family farm in Cooran where we as children and our children thereafter cursed sworn enemies, the Glasshouse mountains where my dad lives, the rolling hills of Bangalow where my grandmother grew up, standing high on the slopes of Bali's Mount Agung in the mother temple Pura Besakih, the tallest ancient red wood in the centre of the Muir Woods tourist trail, and two seemingly insignificant pine trees in Upper Mount Gravatt where we used to take evening walks – these are the places where the atoms in my body alter and shift and resonate in harmony with everything around me. As silly as it may sound, it feels like magic.

In these places and in this state, I have received information and inspirations in various forms and in diverse subjects. This is emptied onto endless pages of words awaiting form and order for eventual publication or simple eradication. Most of the time, however, this process is incomprehensible and I breathe it out into freedom.

The second form of Intuitive experience for me is the collection of items in my basket.

People in my life, permanent or fleeting, unknowingly send out transmissions of thought and feelings that for some reason I receive. Usually these feelings and thoughts are unwanted, rejected, unaccepted and more often than not, unconscious by the people who send the transmission. I hear and feel words and emotions – secrets and dreams, fears and plans. Occasionally my body will have a physical reaction in temperature, nausea or headache depending on the transmission. I therefore am careful to mentally collect each frequency of thought or feeling as a delicate white daisy with perfect blue centres to be carried in my basket until they can be loved, appreciated and released into an energy grid and eventual freedom.

I began collecting these flowers as a small child first from my mother. Over the years I have collected thousands. There is a definite pattern – a process that defines the intensity of the intuitive collections. Touching – making physical connection with one for whom I feel an enormous love, opens me up to a deeper tuning and I tend to carry and hold onto their daisies for a very long time. Everyone else’s flowers are released quickly into the universe when I am connected to everything and it all flows together.

At a certain point in my life I forgot which daisies were mine and which ones belonged to others and I have begun to declutter my basket and release the flowers that do not belong to me. The most stubborn flowers to release have been the ones I carried for my first love, my mother, and my last.

So for me, living with intuition is a privilege – a choice made with love, where trees talk to me, the earth groans under my feet and I have a direct connection to the thoughts and feelings of the people around me.

And now I can see that there is a certain logic to it all. :-)