Simone Wright - First Intelligence: Using the Science and Spirit of Intuition

First Intelligence takes the intuitive skill set out of the clouds and brings it firmly down to earth. Simone Wright provides an objective framework and process, backed by grounded science, that explains that everyone has the ability to make powerful decisions and important actions using this innate level of wisdom. It is an important read for those brave enough to explore the power they possess.

MIKE SAUNDERS, detective, Calgary Police Service

First Intelligence is the owners manual for the Ferrari you didnt even know you owned. You were born fully equipped to live an intuitively guided life; all you need is someone to point out your gear and show you how to use it. Simone Wright breaks intuition down in a straightforward way, removing labels like esoteric or New Age and placing it firmly in the realm of everyday experience. A fascinating, rewarding read!

ALISON LAVENTHOL, TV writer, Fairly Legal and Perception

Combining the practical and the mystical, First Intelligence is a top-rate guide that brings the often misunderstood realm of intuition into a grounded yet dynamic understanding that we all can and should be excited to develop. It is an elegant combination of science and spirit.

EVELYN PUNCH, MSc, neuroscience

Simone Wright has produced a handbook for a new way of living, with practical advice on how to reawaken the first intelligence we so often suppress. She uses language that is down-to-earth and accessible, and she references scientific studies as well as her time teaching members of the police force, which all adds to the grounded credibility of her advice. If you want to further your journey and access your intuition but dont want the fluff, then this book is for you.

MANJIR SAMANTA-LAUGHTON, MD, author of Punk Science and The Genius Groove

Copyright 2014 by Simone Wright

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The material in this book is intended for education. No expressed or implied guarantee of the effects of the use of the recommendations can be given nor liability taken. Some names have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Wright, Simone, date.

First intelligence : using the science and spirit of intuition / Simone Wright.

pages cm

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-1-60868-246-1 (pbk. : alk. paper) ISBN 978-1-60868-247-8 (ebook) 1. Intuition. I. Title.

BF315.5.W75 2014

First printing, June 2014

ISBN 978-1-60868-246-1

Printed in the USA on 100% postconsumer-waste recycled paper

New World Library is proud to be a Gold Certified Environmentally Responsible Publisher. Publisher certification awarded by Green Press Initiative. www.greenpressinitiative.org

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For my father

Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.

SAINT AUGUSTINE

T hree and three. It was the second time in one day I had heard those words.

Those three words were the first impression I received as I stepped into the nondescript Vietnamese restaurant in a nondescript strip mall in a nondescript part of town. The walls of the restaurant were painted a sunny, butter yellow, and there was an aquarium filled with fish by the front door. In the Asian art of feng shui, the symbolic energies of the color yellow and the living fish are used to generate happiness, harmony, and prosperity, but they did little to disguise the flurry of unsettling images and feelings that inundated me as I stepped into the foyer.

I had been dropped off at the restaurant by a police detective friend of mine. Knowing of my skills as an intuitive, he had invited me on a field test to give my abilities a workout and see what, if anything, I could come up with.

Mark had been a police officer for over twenty years and had spent much of that time undercover and as a detective specializing in drugs, vice, and homicide. He had phoned earlier that day with an assignment for me. The call was unexpected because I was in town for only about twelve hours during a layover on my way back to Los Angeles after teaching a weekend intuition workshop in Canada.

Being careful not to divulge too much detail, Mark informed me he would be picking me up in a couple of hours to take me to a scene. That was it. No further details; no other clues. No sooner had the statement left his mouth than the words three and three flashed in my mind, along with an overwhelming sense of unease. I knew instantly that what lay ahead was not going to be a walk in the park. And I knew with even more certainty that more than one person involved was dead.

I have been highly intuitive and perceptually aware my entire life. The varied experiences of my childhood might be called paranormal or psychic, but these out-of-the-ordinary occurrences never struck me as odd. They were more inconvenient than anything else, because as a child I hadnt understood them. Only as I have gotten older have I been able to appreciate their value and to recognize the power of what I was capable of doing.

The first intuitive experience that I clearly remember happened when I was about seven years old. I had been using my abilities before that time to help me navigate life, but this one incident stands out in my mind as the beginning.

My father was dying. The testicular cancer had been diagnosed less than a year earlier, and while the initial tumors had been removed, his disease was aggressive and had begun a quick and destructive march through the rest of his body. At the early age of thirty-three, my handsome, athletic, and powerful father, who should have been living the best years of his life, was living the last days of it instead.

Both of my parents did their best to shelter my younger brother and me from the realities of our fathers illness, but I knew the truth of the matter was that his days were numbered. My rare hospital visits were occasions filled with a mixture of anticipation and dread; I missed my dad and I wanted him to come home, but I also knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong and I didnt know what to do about it.

The last time I saw my father alive, I stood tentatively in the corner of the hospital room, unsure what to say or do. I was nervous and afraid to approach him, but it wasnt just because of the tubes and wires embedded in his body or because I knew he was in pain; the thing that kept my feet glued to the floor was the fact that I could see through him. When I would look at my father, he was transparent.

I could clearly see the dials and knobs of his monitoring equipment mounted on the wall directly behind him as he sat propped up against his pillow. Reflecting on that experience now, I know I was observing his life force leaving his body, rendering it, to my sensitive perceptions, less there.