{"id":26598,"date":"2019-01-08T20:39:11","date_gmt":"2019-01-09T02:39:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidmcelroy.org\/?p=26598"},"modified":"2026-02-28T01:38:44","modified_gmt":"2026-02-28T07:38:44","slug":"how-do-we-sometimes-know-things-which-we-have-no-way-of-knowing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/?p=26598","title":{"rendered":"How do we often know things which we shouldn\u2019t really know?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.davidmcelroy.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Crystal-ball.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-26600\" src=\"http:\/\/www.davidmcelroy.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Crystal-ball.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"460\" height=\"307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Crystal-ball.jpg 460w, https:\/\/davidmcelroy.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/Crystal-ball-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 460px) 100vw, 460px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>When I was in college, I knew someone who was going through a difficult academic semester. Finals were just starting, but she told me she had a terrible feeling something was wrong at home.<\/p>\n<p>She called home &#8212; hundreds of miles away &#8212; to check on everything. Her mother assured her that everything was fine and told her to just concentrate on her finals. She went back to studying, but she couldn&#8217;t shake the feeling of dread that something terrible had happened.<\/p>\n<p>She finally got through with finals and called home. She found that her family had decided to hide something from her. A grandmother who she had been very close to had died &#8212; right about the time she first started experiencing the apprehensive feeling that wouldn&#8217;t leave her alone. The family had decided not to tell her until finals were over &#8212; so as not to academically sidetrack the first person in her family to go to college.<\/p>\n<p>The woman was convinced that she somehow knew something was wrong, even if she never could put her finger on it. I&#8217;ve experienced this oddness in my own life.\u00a0For the second time in the last week, I&#8217;ve experienced one of those inexplicable feelings today &#8212; and I have no idea what I&#8217;m sensing.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->I&#8217;m rational enough that there&#8217;s a part of me that wants to ignore such feelings. I certainly can&#8217;t prove they mean anything. I&#8217;ve tried talking myself into believing the things I&#8217;ve experienced have been coincidence, but something in my gut tells me that&#8217;s not true.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m left in the odd position of believing something with firm conviction which I don&#8217;t really want to believe. I&#8217;m left believing that we have ways of communicating with each other &#8212; that our mind or spirit or <em>something<\/em>\u00a0inside us somehow knows how to access information that doesn&#8217;t come through the five senses which we understand.<\/p>\n<p>Late last Tuesday night &#8212; actually very early Wednesday morning &#8212; I started feeling something peculiar. It was hard to pinpoint when it started, but I suddenly knew it was there. I had no way to know what it was about or what I was feeling. I felt the strong need to talk about it or to start checking on people I cared about &#8212; to see if something traumatic or troubling was happening to them.<\/p>\n<p>In my gut, I know there was something going on with someone &#8212; but it has more to do with pure instinct than with reason.<\/p>\n<p>Every now and then in my life, I get an odd sensation that there\u2019s something going on somewhere \u2014 right at that moment \u2014 which is going to affect my life in a major way or which is affecting the life of someone close to me. I can\u2019t explain it and I certainly can\u2019t provide any evidence that it means anything, but I\u2019ve come to trust this odd sensation.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a nervous feeling \u2014 which could be about something good or bad \u2014 but it feels as though something is going on in someone else\u2019s mind or in a conversation or an argument or some other action which will end up having a huge impact on me. Rationally, I can\u2019t say it\u2019s anything other than an odd intuitive feeling. But something in my gut says it\u2019s important.<\/p>\n<p>When I woke up the next morning, the feeling was gone. Since these feelings rarely happen &#8212; every two or three years, I guess &#8212; I didn&#8217;t think I&#8217;d feel it again soon.<\/p>\n<p>But I woke up this morning knowing that something was wrong. Again. I can&#8217;t say what it is. I can&#8217;t say for certain who it even involves. I just knew there was a strong apprehension in me &#8212; like the sort of nervous energy that makes me want to drop everything and go fix something that&#8217;s wrong or help someone or&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s just the thing. I don&#8217;t know what it means or what I should do. It feels as though there&#8217;s an emergency and I want to spring into action, but there&#8217;s nothing to do &#8212; since I don&#8217;t know anything specific to do.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s maddening.<\/p>\n<p>Some people think anything that smacks of non-rational thinking ought to be shut down as ridiculous. Those people might be right. But there are a lot more people who will quietly admit that they, too, believe they sometimes know things &#8212; even if they don&#8217;t want to admit this to people who might laugh at them.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know why I&#8217;m feeling this. I just know that every gut feeling in my body says something is going on that I should know about &#8212; something which I have no way of rationally knowing.<\/p>\n<p>How do we know such things? I have no idea. I don&#8217;t even have a theory. But I&#8217;ve experienced enough &#8212; in my own life and in the lives of others &#8212; to be certain there&#8217;s something to it.<\/p>\n<p>I just wish I could look clearly into some crystal ball and see what&#8217;s happening &#8212; something my spirit knows but which my rational mind doesn&#8217;t &#8212; and find out whether there&#8217;s someone I need to send love and help to.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I&#8217;m crazy, but I believe in certain things I can&#8217;t see and can&#8217;t explain. There are some things which we just <i>know <\/i>&#8212; and I&#8217;m human enough to be frustrated that\u00a0I can&#8217;t know what I&#8217;m seeing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was in college, I knew someone who was going through a difficult academic semester. Finals were just starting, but she told me she had a terrible feeling something was wrong at home. She called home &#8212; hundreds of miles away &#8212; to check on everything. 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