Intelligence and education are different

The Pneuma speaks through the psyche. Odd words, feelings, smells, sounds, situations, relationships, locations are all part of the language. Not structured, but specific. They linger when everything else fades. In pleasant company we can sometimes feel comfortable or have reservations, barely noticeable. In locations we can sometimes feel it is the wrong place to be. Smells and sounds can occasionally seem out of place. A relationship, for no fathomable reason, can seem wrong. This is the psyche sending messages. We can either ignore or respond to them, and the choice will influence our mental condition. Through these choices we can become sensitive or dulled to the messages and this will have bearing on the way we live our lives.
The intangibility of this language makes it easy to discard as coincidence or chance. In the light of life’s hard cold facts they appear to have little meaning and because of this we have devised reasons for not listening. We make mistakes because the language is difficult to understand and these add to our reasons for not responding.
Like everyone else I experience these psychological events. I am not easily persuaded but I do look for consistencies, and throughout my life I have found many consistencies. I attended a course to train as a publican. The group was eager and a visit had been arranged. I saw the benefits of this work and was confident that I could complete the course, but I had a strong feeling that I was in the wrong place. The feeling was so strong that I approached the lecture on the first session and told him I was leaving. He was surprised and confused and when he asked why, I said this was not for me. He asked how I could know, and I said I just did. Some years later when I had a greater understanding of the work, I knew I had made the right decision.
Many years ago a man collapsed and was reeling on the floor. An ambulance was called and I went with the man along with his wife to the hospital. The ambulance man wondered why it was that I comforted the wife and not the man. Initially I was unsure, but when I looked at the man I knew he was seeking attention. The wife on the other was genuinely upset and wept, distraught by his frequent antics. I told her she needed to be calm and that people would understand, that there was no need for her to feel humiliated.
After being examined at the hospital the man took offence at my actions and shouted that I had been more interested in his wife than him. He was of course right for the wrong reasons. I naturally had another strong feeling to leave as quickly as possible.
As a young man I was keen to join the church and become a minister. Most of the people I worked with thought I was naive and foolish, and some made fun. One day, quite by surprise, I was approached by one of the men who paused by my side as I continued to work. He simply said ‘Hi’. I looked into his eyes and his pupils were dilated. He wanted to talk to me but was strangely unable to speak. I silently offered what I felt was an appropriate response and shortly I watched as he walked away. I had a strong feeling he was not long for this world and within a few weeks he was dead. He was not the first person to do this, and although I had no idea why this happened the result was always the same. The language of the psyche can sometimes be mysterious.
I had worked with other people who died, a friend who suffered a fatal heart attack and I had no idea he was ill. None of these people were old and none of them showed signs that their lives were drawing to a close. There appears to be no reason why I should know about some and not others. Sometimes I would know when a person was lying to me, and at other times I have been lied to and cheated without a clue...