I’m not psychic, or telepathic. I can’t move things with my mind, or see through playing cards. But, when something happens to a loved one, it’s almost always preceded by a particular pain in my stomach. When the earth is suffering, or preparing itself for a moment of natural suffering, I can’t sleep.
I know. If you’re a normal person, I might as well have just said that I moved here from Crazy Town and all I brought with me was my trusty pet Unicorn and a satchel of mis-matched socks.
But if you get it, then you’re probably what I call Intuu.
Intuu – /noun/ A person marked by an acceptance of their extraordinary sensitivity and perception of the physical and intangible worlds.
My offering to the gods of NaNoWriMo is based on the concept of growing up Intuu, and finding love while holding onto those roots and beliefs. A sort of Bridget Jones’ Joy Luck Club hybrid.
I was raised Intuu, with a basic family motto straight out of Fern Gully.
“There are worlds within worlds. Everything in our world is connected by the delicate strands of the web of life, which is a balance between the forces of destruction and the magical forces of creation.”
– Fern Gully, Magi Luna
Intuu’s are just people who can perceive those strands, and who accept that they can perceive those strands.
Sometimes they smell the connection, sometimes they see it, and sometimes it’s just a strange feeling that washes over them… but Intuu’s are always aware.
Being able to sense things beyond what most people see goes hand-in-hand with a culture of belief, superstition, and possibility. Many people think of intuition as a mystical power, or luck– but when you grow up Intuu, the culture raises you to rely on your gut and tune in to your body’s language no matter the circumstance.
After all, it makes sense that our bodies become cognizant of things far before our mind does, or in ways our minds haven’t developed enough to process. There’s countless stories proving that concept, in a variety of industries and case studies, and over the years, I’ve developed thousands of personal stories that prove it to myself.
To that end, I believe everyone is probably somewhat Intuu, though only few of us are culturally so.
What do you think? Are you a little bit Intuu… or are you still distracted by my unicorn?
Play Lexicographer! What’s your word?