An Alternative Source of Knowledge

Discussion in 'Productivity and Motivation' started by RayvinAndRob, Aug 29, 2007.

  1. RayvinAndRob

    RayvinAndRob New Member

    "Napoleon, what should I write about today?" I asked Mr. Hill, author of 'Think and Grow Rich.

    I didn't expect him to answer but, guess what? He did!

    He replied, "Well, Rob, why not talk about that night you scared away the robbers?"

    "Why would anyone be interested in that story?" I asked him. "It happened such a long time ago. I was only nine years old."

    "Do you not remember reading my fourteenth chapter about the sixth sense?" he asked me.

    "The sixth sense, yes. But vaguely."

    "I wrote how it is natural for human beings to be able to tap into their intuitive powers. Do you remember now?"

    "Yes. You talked about how you would confer with Edison, Paine, Ford, Carnegie and Lincoln in your imagination every night and have meetings with them. And how you would gain insight from them into things on a deeper level than you could ever achieve had you tried on your own without their help. I thought you were pretty weird."

    "Gee, thanks. But do you remember how I also talked about our natural ability to fortell the future? I gave as an example the amazing phenomenon of time shifting and warping before an impending disaster, allowing the individual to who this is occuring enough time to respond or react in time to avoid it, sometime with only a fraction of a second to spare. These are commonly referred to as "hunches" or "flashes of insight."

    "I remember now, Napoleon. But what's all that got to do with my experience of scaring away the robbers?"

    "Tell the story and you may see for yourself!" Napoleon prodded.

    "Okay but if I bore anybody with it, I'm going to blame you!" I said to him.

    As I said, I was nine years old when the following events happened to me. Night had fallen and my dad pulled into the snow-covered driveway. From the back seat of the car, I lifted my head to look out the driver's window at our house. It felt odd.

    I felt odd. Something wasn't right.

    Nothing appeared to be different about the house. We had pulled into the driveway at night hundreds of times before and I never got this feeling before. Maybe it was just from having been woken up. I had fallen asleep on the drive home from my uncle's house and I was still feeling groggy. I was in that state of being somewhat awake but half asleep at the same time.

    The porch lights weren't on. My mother had forgotten to turn them on before we left the house earlier that day. But the full moon shone brightly enough causing its light to reflect off the blanket of snow on the ground. I could see my way up the path to the front door of the house perfectly. I ran.

    As I got closer to the front door, something told me to slow down. I did.

    Next, I got a flash or whatever you want to call it. It told me to shout and ring the doorbell. I did.

    "Hey you robbers! You better run or my dad's gonna' beat you up!"

    My mother's voice rose up rom behind me. She yelled, scolding me for shouting. "Be quiet before you wake up the neighbours!" The neighbours' houses were on either side of us and accross the street and it was about midnight or so.

    My father unlocked the door. I hesitated to enter. But I got shoved inside. "Come on, hurry up. Get inside before you let all the heat out!"

    It was really cold inside. It shouldn't be this cold, I thought to myself.

    I listened to the house. I couldn't hear anything unusual.

    I looked around me. Something was missing.

    Before I could say anything, my mother gave a hushed and startled cry of alert. "Oh my God! The TV's gone!"

    My dad bolted up the stairs. I started to follow him but my mother grabbed me by the coat tail and stopped me in my tracks.

    "Dad! NO!!" I yelled.

    It didn't feel right to me. I sensed that my dad was heading for danger.

    I managed to get away from my mother and shot up the stairs into the dining room. There were wet footprints all over the floor. The patio doors were wide open and the foot prints led outside into the backyard and into the woods behind our house. I ran to the door and yelled for my dad. I could faintly hear a scuffle at the tree line.

    The moon lit up the yard enough to see two men in the snow on top of each other. One of them was my dad and the other was whoever was inside the house a moment earlier. I looked back into the house to see where my mom was. She was dialing the telephone, getting the police on the line.

    Next, my dad came running back to the house and shouted to my mother to call the police. "Bastard got away and I think he broke my nose!"

    My mother was frantic. She leaned into my father for running after the robber. "You could have got yourslef killed! How did you know he didn't have a weapon?" she scolded.

    "It's alright sweety. I'm okay." He held her and she wiped a few tears from her face. I looked back out the window and at the wet and dirty dining room floor. I looked at where the TV was supposed to be and back at my parents. My dad's face was full of blood and he was holding his nose with a towel.

    "Wow." I said to myself. And my mother looked at me kind of weird. "How did you know there was a thief in the house?" she asked me.

    I said I didn't know. To this day, I still don't know. But that experience certainly served to prove to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is more to our minds than what we are usually taught to believe about it. Sixth sense? Call it whatever you want. It's real and Napoleon Hill says you can tap into it at will if you learn how. Read his book!

    "Thanks for the plug, Rob. I appreciate that." Napoleon said suddenly.

    I looked at him understanding now, and said, "No. Thank YOU, Napoleon. Thank you for reminding me of that experience and for showing me it's possible to learn how to reconnect with that sixth sense in me."

    To Your Success!

    Rob Nyte
  2. pcwork

    pcwork New Member

    I agree that one's intuition about a person or subject is often right
  3. HiAchiever

    HiAchiever New Member

    I think we've all had experiences where we did things that didn't make sense and they worked out right.

    One time I was following someone to a restaurant in an area I was not familiar with. I got stopped at a traffic light and they just kept going. I followed their direction hoping I would find them. After a while I turned into a residential area and "randomly" drove until I wound up in the parking lot of the restaurant we were going to--ahead of the other car.

    Now, that was strange.[​IMG]
  4. RayvinAndRob

    RayvinAndRob New Member

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    K. Ya. That's weird!

    Our Mastermind group just went through chapter 6 of Hill's book last night. It's all about imagination. Fascinating stuff! If you're interested, you can read some of the group's comments on our blog.

    Thanks for your input and for reviving my old post.

    Your friend,

    Rob Nyte
  5. A8ch

    A8ch Gold Member

    Rob, that was a very rivetting story.

    Intuition is one of the ways our divine self communicates with us. The impluse can be so subtle at times that it often goes unnoticed. That's because we're usually too caught up in the noise, clutter and distractions of our environment to recognize its promptings.

    And sometimes when we do notice it, our arrogance kicks in and we bring conventional logic to bare on the matter. We question its objectivity, not realizing that the source of this guidance is outside of, and beyond our limited sphere, and it has the benefit of superior wisdom.

    If we would only raise our awareness and develop our faculties to become famailar with and trust this Silent Guide, we'd be amazed at the awesome power that's ours to command.

  6. RayvinAndRob

    RayvinAndRob New Member


    Beautifully put my friend.

    If it weren't for the myriad anomalies about my life which I don't yet understand - and may never - I think I'd be - G-d forbid - an extreme skeptic.

    But I do believe strongly in learning the skills for thinking critically. They are the saving grace of many a blind follower.

    "I was blind but now I see" is prerhaps the best metaphor ever for someone who, through critical thinking, became aware of their own ignorance and therby dispelled it and replaced it with understanding.

    It almost seems as though it's an understanding that comes from "above" - a so-called divine gift from the muses/gods.

    If I seem a little spiritually confused (blind,) it's because I am. [​IMG]

    Maybe I need glasses?

    Meh . . . whatever . . . let's just forget all about that and get down to business! LOL. [​IMG]

  7. A8ch

    A8ch Gold Member

    TheGuild: "I was blind but now I see" is perhaps the best metaphor ever for someone who, through critical thinking, became aware of their own ignorance and therby dispelled it and replaced it with understanding.
    Indeed! There is no doubt that it can be applied with certainty to every facet of life. One could argue that we are all on a quest for improved vision - a deeper insight into truth. And so, we strike out on this infinite adventure to "know ourselves" and become more closely aligned with the natural laws of the universe.

    The more adept we become at this, the more it resonates in the quality of life we experience, and reflects in the joy and peace we radiate.

  8. successful2008

    successful2008 New Member

    And success Hermas, success.

    To your massive success,
  9. A8ch

    A8ch Gold Member


    Thanks for the reminder. How could I have overlooked success? [​IMG]

  10. successful2008

    successful2008 New Member

    Hermas, you're great. I hope your day is going very well!

    To your massive success,

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