Hey Guys, a few weeks ago we put up the first ever FinerMinds Intuition Story Challenge» .
The goal was to get people talking about their 6th sense by submitting their intuition stories, and the results have been overwhelming.We had over 100 entries! It was tough to narrow it down as they were all so good and we really thank everyone who participated.
So here are the finalists. Voting closes on Thursday, October 8th at 11:59 PM.
Give these 7 stories a read, scroll down, vote on your favorite story, and that’s it! We’ll let you know who the winner is soon!
The Big Prize:
And don’t forget the winner will receive:
A private 30-minute mentorship call with world-renowned psychic and intuition expert, Sonia Choquette.
It’s worth $400 and will be completely one-on-one.
Sonia’s helped over 50,000 people realize their intuition and has spent 35 years teaching people how to use their 6th sense. On top of that, she has a PhD in Metaphysics.
The Finalists:
Originally we said we would pick 5 for you to vote on but since there are so many good ones here are 7.
After you finish reading, there’s a poll waiting for you! Just remember which number belongs to your favorite story:
#1. Lucy Rivas:
I drive a 40 passenger bus for a living and three times throughout my 25 years of driving I have had this amazing occurance of coming to a dead stop driving through a green light in the middle of the intersection for no apparent reason but to watch in amazement as a vehicle who has a red light just drives right in front of my bus without even slowing down or stopping for their red light. Now if that’s not intuition I don’t know what is. Just thinking about it still gives me the chills.
#2. Phyllis Hammond:
One evening, my daughter Lauren came over for our Tuesday night get together. We love our one on one time. Most evenings, I enjoy a relaxing glass of wine and as always, I offered her the same. However, this time it felt different, as I began to offer her a glass I hesitated, turned around and said, “What am I thinking you can’t drink wine, you’re going to have a baby!” To her wide-eyed surprise she looked at me and exclaimed “Mom, can’t I ever tell you anything without you knowing first!” Now there is Austin, my beautiful 6-month-old grandson!
#3. katemarie54:
i feel i must say i am having a difficult time with the nature of this request for anecdotal sharing being ‘weird or crazy’… isn’t this what we want to avoid? when i wakened in the night hours, rushed to my child’s bed in time to catch her falling from the bed, that is not ‘weird’… when i follow my intuition and cared for my son as ‘full of life’, not dying ‘by five years’ as doctors said, i was not crazy but acting in obedience to the spiritual promptings coming from the Source of life… the day i drove to a hilltop on a dirt road i had never followed before and sensed the importance of ‘the place’, only to meet the man who lived there at a coffee shop and then marry him was not weird but ordained…
#4. lttldove:
I have always had strange things happen to me. Several years ago while my then husband was playing ball, one of his team mates came over to meet me after the game. I had an uneasy feeling and could not put my finger on it. I left it at that and went on with life. A week later my husband and I were walking up the street in Kingston going for a walk. This same man I had just met was walking towands up. I stoped dead in my tracks and squeezed mt husbands hand so hard he shot me that look of “oh” whats the matter with you? The man I was looking at had a skull were his head should be. I never had this happen before. We exchanged pleasentries as usual, all the time my vision had not changed. I learned 2 weeks later he was dead. He jumped out of a moving car. He was drunk. Then he was dead.
#5. MB:
Looking for something to do I signed up for yet another Intuition class and off I went.
Billed as an advanced class open to all, the intimate class began (euphemism for only a ‘coupla students showed up) we all nodded our hello’s from cold foldup old metal chairs. Irritated but vowing to enjoy, meditation begun, in rushed a petite, Asian woman making no apology for arriving late. In broken English chattering on in a too loud voice -“bad traffic, forgotten wallet, borrow quarter for the meter, we pay for class? ok, forgotten wallet, speak slow please, we wait for get notebook maybe was home, room too cold”…
I was avoiding her eye contact but she got paired with me for skills practice-groan!
Her first words: “I hear name: Mauro”…and she gave her message. I went white and forgot my irritation with her.
Having ‘judged this book by its cover’-I felt two inches tall.
Mauro, an uncommon name for sure, I would later discover is my adopted son’s previously unknown birthfather!
#6. Martha:
About 12 years ago, I was taking a leisurely walk with a college friend in a beautiful park across the street from my home. My 3 and 6 year old daughters walked along with us but the 3 year old was always a bit behind us. I was conversing with my friend to catch up because we had not seen each other for awhile. I have walked in this park many times and it always feels like a safe refuge. Suddenly, I felt an intense urge to turn around to check on my 3 year old…I noticed a man running up to my daughter and he stopped when I saw him. He was very close to her and he quickly turned around and began walking very fast. I lifted my daughter into my arms and held tightly as the man scurried off out of the park. This one intuitive pull was so powerful that I consider my intuition priceless as I do my daughter’s life.
#7. Marlene Braun:
It’s a sunny early morning I am sitting in the shade under a tree my eyes are closed , the sun is surrounding my body as if to be hugging me, at a distance I hear children playing soccer. closer to me I hear the sounds of birds blending with the breeze touching my face. suddenly, I am up and on my feet running towards a child running after a soccer ball,as I tackle this child we go rolling down a small hill landing face down in gravel, as we both pick ourselves up off the ground we looking at each other not understanding what had happened, as we look around other children running in our direction , we see the soccer ball smashed in the asphalt . as a truck is traveling on it journey. To my surprise I had keep this child from arms way of the truck.. yes, yes I did.
The numbers correspond directly to the stories’ numbers.
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Hi
these are wonderful stories which I enjoyed very much.
I suggest that we get more of such experiences — without any “challenge” — just for inspiration.
Johanna
Nice real incidents regarding intuition.
I would like more stories like these. They are real life and a teaching within themselves. No rewards of course. The stories and the learning is the reward!
Yes, much of the learning and growth comes just by sharing our stories. So if you haven’t already, feel free to share your intuition story by dropping a comment here. I know I’d love to read them.
Hello
I have to say that the school bus driver takes the cake!
As I was reading the story, I was shocked at how close my experience was to that one. With me, it was a girl on a bike;
I found that I had stopped my car at an intersection for no reason… no red light, no stop sign… and the second that I stopped, a girl on a bike that was careening out of control coming down a steep hill…passed right in front of me…
I probably would have killed her…
AN INTUITION STORY OF MY OWN.
JUST ABOUT 3 MONTHS AGO I WAS HAVING MY TRUCK SERVICED AT AN OIL CHANGE AND GOT THIS WEIRD URG TO GO GIVE BLOOD AT THE DONATE BLOOD DRIVE IN THE CITY I WAS IN, AND I HAD TRYED TO ABOUT 20 YRS AGO, AND BECAUSE, I HAD BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY ABOUT 6 MONTHS BACK THEY WOULD NOT TAKE IT , SO I LEFT AND NEVER RETURNED. THE TIME WAS ABOUT 3 PM . FRID. EVENING. SO AFTER I HAD THE TRUCK SERVICED I TRYED TO DISMISS THE THOUGHT, BECAUSE I REALY DO NOT LIKE NEEDLES. SO I WENT TO ANOTHER PLACE CALLED OFFICE MAX, AND PICKED UP WHAT I NEEDED THERE, AND BY THEN, IT WAS CLOSE TO 5.00 PM AND I GOT ANOTHER PULLING TO GO GIVE BLOOD. SO I CALLED AND GOT THE TIME THEY WERE GOING TO BE SHUTTING OFFICE DOWN THAT DAY, AND THE RECPTIONIST SAID, THEY WERE GOING TO BE STAYING A LITTLE LATE SO COME ON . THEY USUALY CLOSE AT 5.00PM . SO I WAS ON MY WAY AND DID NOT KNOW WHY , I HATED NEEDLES AND HAD BEEN ASK A MANY OF TIMES IN THE PAST TO GIVE BLOOD AND WAS , OK TO SCARED , BUT I WENT ON IN AND STARTED WRITING MY NAME DOWN, AND GAVE IT BACK TO THE RECEPTIONIST AND SHE SAID YOUR NOT THIS PERSON, BECAUSE I KNOW HIM. HE WENT TO SCHOOL WITH MY SON, AND THEN I SAID, OH, THATS MY SON LIL JR.
AND SHE SAID I KNOW YOU. YOU CAME OVER WITH YOUR SON AND HELPED MY SON AND US TO BUILD A JAM BUILDING FOR THE BOY. WHEN THEY WERE ABOUT 15 TO START A BAND. THEN I REMEMBERED, WHO SHE WAS. (LAYING ALL THAT ASIDE BEFORE I WENT TO GIVE BLOOD I WAS PRAYING FOR THE THINGS THAT OUR SAVIOR WOULD LAY ON MY HEART, AND NEW THERE WAS SOME ONE THAT NEEDED PRAYER, BUT I DID NOT KNOW WHO. SO I SAID A PRAYER FOR EVERY ONE THAT I NEW THAT WAS IN NEED, PLUS MYSELF. ) SO I WENT IN AND GAVE BLOOD AND HAD A LONG CONVERSATION WITH THE LADY, THAT I HELPED HER SON AND HER BUILD THE BUILDING AND SHE MADE ME FEEL VERY WELCOMED AT THE PLACE AND EASED MY FEAR OF GIVING BLOOD. AND I LEFT. THEN THE VERY NEXT DAY I HEAR ON THE NEWS THAT THE LADY HAD BEEN SHOT FRIDAY NIGHT WITH ALSO THE GIRL FREIND OF HER BOTH WERE KILLED AND SHOT NUMEROUS TIMES. BY THE TIME THE POLICE GOT THERE THEY WERE NO LONGER ALIVE. I JUST WISH I WOULD HAVE YEILDED A LITTLE MORE TO THE SPIRIT AND PRAYED WITH HER BEFORE I LEFT THE BLOOD DONATE BUILDING. NOW I KNOW WHY I WAS THERE IT WAS TO PRAY FOR HER AND THE PERSON THAT WAS HER FREIND THAT WORKED THERE TO, THAT HAD JUST GOT KILLED. MY INTUITION WAS FROM THE SPIRIT OF THE GOD ALMIGHTY , I JUST DID NOT UNDERSTAND IT COMPLETELY, AND I PRAY THAT IF THIS EVER HAPPENS AGAIN THAT I WILL LISTEN A LITTLE CLOSER.
BLESS YOU ALL
yes! denise, yes! isn’t this the truth? the stories, the storytellers, the resonance and connecting and the ensuing passions to learn, to serve, to live with hope, believing each one makes a difference.. for all who have been touched by someone willing to allow the day’s interruptions to be the true work, God bless!
what will bring the next message of love into your life? it may not be the ‘container’ you expect, but the elixir will be lifegiving.…
I am writing because, as a woman, I have intuition and always have. However, my husband has more than intuition. He rides a motorcycle and we made an agreement that if either one of us has that “funny” feeling before we leave we agreed to not go. It is funny but whenever I tell him I have a funny feeling in my gut that we should not go, so does he. My husband has dreams that come out to be true. Many years ago when his son played football he dreamed that he would grab a fumble and run for 85 yeards for a touchtown. As he was relating this story to my sister-in-law at the game, as soon as he finished the story of his dream his son did indeed pick up a fumbled ball and ran exactly 85 yards for a touchdown. This is just one of the dreams he has had that have come true exactly as he has dreamed them. He says it says in the Bible that “young men will have visions and old men will have dreams”.
I was going through an emotionally painful experience, and went to be with a girlfriend and her brother to get some help coping with my sorrow. But I really wanted to be with my very best friend, who lived not much further down the road. After I spent some time with my two friends, and felt a little better, I headed down their long driveway and put my left blinker on to go see my best friend. But a voice in my head said, “GO STRAIGHT HOME!” I argued with the voice… “No, I want to go see my friend first. Whenever I make the long trip to North County, I always make sure to visit my best friend, and I need his comfort like never before this day.” The voice emphatically repeated, “GO STRAIGHT HOME.” I couldn’t ignore such a strong urge, so I switched my blinker right and turned towards home, exclaiming that there had better be a very good reason for changing my plans waiting for me at home. As I came in my door, my telephone was ringing. (This was before there were cell phones, so landlines were the only connection available.) I picked up my phone to discover my best friend on the line. He was in my neighborhood and wanted to get together! Had I gone to his house, as planned, I would have missed his call and not been able to see him that day. By following my intuition I made that all important to me connection with my best friend.
One day I was walking behind the tennis courts near my home. The thought came to me that my friend, Cynthia, was very upset about something. As I continued on, I got the distinct feeling that the source of her concern was a health problem with her mother. I had never met my friend’s mother, who lived in a different state from where Cynthia and I lived. But I couldn’t shake this feeling. As I continued walking, I saw an orange tennis ball lying on the ground outside the fence of the tennis court. As soon as I picked it up, I felt strongly that I needed to pray for Cynthia and her mother. As I continued on, praying as I walked, I saw another tennis ball, this time, a green tennis ball. Green is the color of healing. I picked it up and knew that there had been a healing. A sense of calm came over me. I threw the two balls over the fence and headed for home. I couldn’t wait to find my friend, Cynthia, to tell her everything was going to be alright with her mom. Even though I had no idea the nature of her mom’s health problem, I knew she was healed and would be alright. As I approached my home I saw Cynthia running towards me, crying. My heart sunk. “Oh no!” I thought. “Cynthia’s mother isn’t alright after all! How can this be?” Cynthia called out to me saying, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. I just got a call from my mom. She is in the hospital recovering from surgery. They removed two tumors from her armpits the size of tennis balls! She said the surgery went well, but the last time she had surgery for this same thing, even though the tumors were benign, there were complications from a secondary infection after the surgery and she nearly died from it. I’m so scared for my mom!” By this time, Cynthia is hugging me and sobbing into my shoulder as she tells me her story. Two tennis ball sized tumors! Now I understood, and told her about my experience with the tennis balls and that the green tennis ball made me feel sure her mom was going to be alright. She stepped back… astonished. She knew I knew nothing about her mother, yet I knew that whatever had been wrong had been healed! Tennis balls? I don’t believe in coincidences! This was a sign from God given in such a way that it couldn’t be denied.
Something I cannot explain…I was a highschool freshman, after lunch, I was walking down the hall to class with a friend, just happy-go-lucky, relaxed and chatting back and forth when suddenly, I stopped in my tracks, feeling my heartbeat start pounding in my ears. I grabbed my friends arm and she looks at me and asked me what was the matter with me, I don’t know, but I feel a panic feeling, I start pulling her down the hall, saying,” please come with me, please come with me!” She did, but was confused, so was I. I started running home, pulling her with me 7 blocks, the whole time I was kinda freaking out, crying, shaking, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, why I was acting this way. We get to my apartment, open the door and my mom is laying there on the floor in the hallway completly unconscious! We drag her to her car, my friend had just gotten her drivers licence, and take her to the hospital (i have no idea why we didn’t call 911, we didn’t even think of it, maybe there is a reason?) Anyway, the Dr. told us that she was in a diabetic coma, and she would died without help.
Nothing else like this has happened to me again, and I am now 44 years old.
Through no fault of my own, I and my 3 year old daughter had been evicted from our apartment because my house mate, whom I paid my rent to, didn’t give the rent money to the landlord, but bought drugs with it instead, unbeknown to me, until it was too late, the rent was three months unpaid, and we were evicted. I had one welfare check for $340, some food stamps, all my personal belongings in my car, and I and my daughter were homeless. I had one month to get an address so I could continue to receive benefits. The only way I could get an address would be if some person would rent me a room in their home and not ask for a first, last, or a deposit. I only had enough money to pay rent. My sister kindly opened her home to me, but only for a week because she and her family were leaving on a two week vacation in a week. I thought that would give me enough time to scour the newspaper for a room for rent. That was my plan. But as usual, I took it to the Lord to see if it was a good plan. I was shocked with the answer I got. I was to do nothing! I was to wait on the Lord, who was preparing a place for me, and it would come to me. I didn’t have to go looking for it. I must wait on the Lord, stay put, and bless my sister’s house every day with prayer. I couldn’t believe it! I argued… “What will my sister think if I do nothing about looking for a place? AND, I only have ONE WEEK!” But the answer came back doubly strong… “DO NOTHING! WAIT ON THE LORD WHO IS PREPARING A PLACE FOR YOU. BLESS YOUR SISTER’S HOUSE WHILE YOU WAIT.” So I said, “Okay, but since you are preparing a place for me, can you make it a house on the beach?” I waited for the thunder to roll and the lightning to strike for my impudence.
My sister lived in the country. Every summer day while there, I would take a nature walk around her property and say prayers of blessings on my sister’s home, thanking her for giving me and my daughter a place to be other than living on the streets in my car with a 3 year old.
The final day had arrived. I was to leave in the morning, supposedly to my new home, but there was no new home to go to! I was devastated! I couldn’t believe that after my total obedience in faith that God had let me down! I retired to my room to pray and take God to task for this test of my faith that was almost more than I could bare! In the background I heard the phone ringing, but continued praying and scolding God for not holding up His end of the bargain… one that HE, not I had made, but I agreed and obeyed. I had been scared out of my mind to follow such illogical instructions, but obeyed anyway.
Then I heard my sister calling to me that the phone was for me. It was my flaky friend, Philippe. He was a pothead, lived in a garage he rented for storing his belongings, and did odd jobs whenever he could get one, but was usually unemployed and borrowing money from friends and mom and dad regularly.
The first thing he asked me was, “Do you have $340?” My heart sunk. This was all the money I had, and he’s going to ask to borrow it, I thought. So I asked him why he was asking. He said, “I just got a really good job, so my mom and dad helped me rent a duplex on the beach, but I need $340 for a cleaning deposit, and a friend to come be my house mate and share the rent, and I thought of you first. Would you come live on the beach with me?” God hadn’t let me down after all, and what’s more, He gave me that “home on the beach” I had asked for.
Just wanted to comment that some people got the email about the contest just a day or two ago. I myself got that email about 3 days ago. So how could this contest have been “up a few weeks ago?” Then the voting was not working until some time later. When I entered my story, I could not vote on the stories although I looked all over for how to do that. Then suddenly it was up. This was a weird experience, to say the least.
I really thought all were pretty good. I tried to put a story in, but didn’t get to. let me know when you will take more stories and I will tell you mine
Thank you Finer Minds,
I so love what you are doing. And yes, I also agree it would be wonderful to have an ongoing collection of “Intuition Stories”. They inspire hope when needed and solidify the truth that there is so much more to life than what we see.
Also, the more we focus on Intuition and the Creative Spirit, the More and More we give it room to grow and expand. Namaste.
How nice it would be if you had a monthly “Intuition Collection” of stories. I am not sure about the contest thing„, because then it puts a value on one being better than another… and well– Intuition and Spirit do not function in competitive but in collaboration.
The Intuition stories certainly would encourage us to live more in listening to our hearts and Inner Voice and being more authentic. The byproduct would be a spreading of More Love and of course less fear. It is a matter of where we put our attention on.
I wish to thank you for having started the movement of listening to Love and sharing it. A beautiful thing.
they are all good stories, one thing i found that works really well when looking for something, anything„ I say over and over already in my hand, already in my hand, and really feel it, by imagination.… sometimes i even get a strong pulling sensation from my solar plexes area to it’s location and there it is, whatever it is, still working on the ability to “inner eyes” see it b4 i take a step looking 4 it
a lo largo de la vida he tenido grandes momentos en el que la intuicion ha logrado vencer el muro para seguir en este mundo, el mas sobresaliente fue por el verano del 71 en el ibamos a salir de vacaciones por una gira en el pacifico que incluia viajar por el mar, esa tarde decidi no tomar parte del tour ya que no tenia deseos de andar en barco y decidi quedarme en el hotel a jugar tenis nfortunadamente el barco sufrio u n incendio muriendo mis 12 compañeros, al final regrese solo y sin compañeros, triste relato de esta experiencia grabada en mi mente, pero eso me hizo vivir con mas amor para los familiares demis compañeros fallecidos, aun los recuerdo y hago memoria por ellos.
Hi, Everyone.
Yes, life is real strange. When it comes to intuition & past lives.
As of the Late William Shakespear once said :
( To Be or Not to Be that is the Question ) & the answer lays in you my friend. This was a most incredible question, mainly due to the fact that people at that time in England, were simply not aware or in direct contact with one’s inner self, inane & most probabily in harms way in those dark days. Awareness comes from our ability to adape to the current moment & surroundings, The Now. Intuition is our Natural Saviour.
We all have stories to tell…Peace my friend.
I was driving through town when all of a sudden my car just stopped. I open the bonet and scratch my head. Now what?
Intuitively I knew the problem was my home made anti theft cut-out switch. To replace the switch would take me two minutes and would cost about five Rand.
But I didnt listen.
So I push the car to the nearest garage. I explain to the machanic that the car just cut out and I asked him to find the problem and fix it.
’No hassel sir, take a seat, I wil have this baby humming in a minute’ he said and ushered me into his waiting room.
After about twenty minutes I could hear my baby humming.
’Thank you sir, please call again’ said the mac and asked me to pay the bill at the cashier. Two hundred and fifty Rand.
‘What was the problem’? I asked him
‘I replaced a cut — out switch’ he said
I thank ever one who voted for me #7 .. it matters not who really wins for in the light of „ all .. there are no losers only winners, the light of the most powerful law is within.. some will not understand and some will say this or that, it matters not,
for what is .. simply is„ it is the infinite .. simply is„
MARLENE .
its friday and votes are still being recorded.. humm
you can tun your self to live just by being there …and i mean be=receive,do= out flow,have=in flow there and tune in .
live is you and you are live and we are all caneted by are agreements .
words are waves that transment cummonecation that cause enterjection for all to come to afect it is ‘we’ you create cuase i mean THETHA .
i love you all .
All 7 stories are nonsense. My intuition tells me that they are cooked up stories by just one person deliberately using broken English and constructing complex sentences to fool everyone, instead of creating simple sentences to express their intuition experiences. Even the names of the authors of these seven stories are fictitious. Sonia Choquette, is my intuition just wrong or absolutely wrong? Do you want me to believe these stories and vote on it? How can I vote?
Wonderful inspiring stories. I remember what happened to me once. I was coming home from my daughter’s school, it was after lunch. I heard the sirens for the ambulance, fire and police and I said my prayers for whoever was in danger which I do everytime I heard the sirens. But this moment I felt this pain so deep within me and I was crying for no reason. I felt as though someone is in deep pain and I needed to pray for this person. It was unusual feeling and I didnt know why I felt like that. It was only after I got a call from one of my friends saying that my best friend just got into an accident. It was bad but she survived the accident. It just just amazing how we can tell when the people we are close with are in pain or danger.….our intution comes to know first!
Wow, I actually enjoyed all of them but I couldn’t choose between 4, 6 and 7.