For a month now, I have been dating a man who has knocked me off my feet. I am enchanted with him and his many charms. He is an extraordinary man, both immensely intelligent and sentient emotionally. I am happy when I am with him. We have been developing a close bond by learning about who we are and what we want as a couple. For the first time in more than a decade I have thought I might be able to be a couple again, really enjoying a partner who is like-minded. Then why is my intuition screaming inside my head?
My intuition is a honed instrument giving me unshakable faith in its ability to slice through facts, appearances, and 'the story', in order to siphon out the truth of the matter. Regardless how much anyone tries to obfuscate, deny, cover up or prettify events, my intuition acts as a nagging sense that all is not what is appears to be. And, it won't let go of me until I have gotten the message.
The screaming I hear when it comes to my paramour is one I know all too well. Not only is he covering up significant detrimental facts about himself from me, he is seeing another woman. My radar for this is infallible. I do not need to hire a detective nor investigate his true identity from a dirty laundry mining website. Unlike fact-based sensing people who need 'proof', my proof is in the pudding. It is in the way he cannot look me in the eye, his nervousness at discussing minor things which pave the way for a good relationship, and in his construction of reality by omission of pertinent details. There is also an overriding sense when he is with me that something is missing. The only way I can aptly describe it is like there are gaping holes in his presence.
But like all humans, he is naked in the eyes of intuition. The emperor who wears no clothes underestimates how powerful my ability is to instinctively perceive situations. His beautifully wrapped Mr. Right vignettes are tarnished by aspects my intuition cannot reconcile. It's not what is said that makes sense to me, it is what is not being said that doesn't make sense. The shadow side of each of us is the real tell.
In the past, men who I have dated have tried to impeach my intuition by saying I am suspicious, imagining things, too in my head, or just plain wrong. Years of living life as an intuitive has taught me to trust my gut (actually it is not my gut but a prevailing sense that something is not right). Rarely am I off base, through frequently I want to second guess the unknowable direct information being broadcast to me. My intuition will not relinquish its hold on me until I can communicate the message it is giving me.
