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Excerpted from Dr. Judith Orloff's Guide to Intuitive Healing by Judith Orloff, M.D. Copyright 2000 by Judith Orloff, M.D. Excerpted by permission of Times Books, a division of Random House, Inc.  All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.  HTML and web pages copyright by SpiritSite.com.
 


"For me a great gift of being an intuitive is the ability to sense what cannot be seen."

Judith Orloff, Judith Orloff's Guide to Intuitive 
Healing
, Part 2

I marveled at the flocks of purple-feathered turkeys and black Canada geese that lived wild, protected on federal land. Marcelle greeted me, smiling: "Welcome to Danbury." I gulped. Universes collided. There she stood, brown-skinned and exotic like a gypsy in her long, colorful floral skirt, jet black hair flowing--a hint of her Lebanese ancestry. But looming behind her was a double-wire fence made of razor blades with dagger points. I braced myself, took one long, deep breath. We headed in.

Prisons are not places of curves or color. Everywhere I looked there were angled concrete slabs, beige rectangular compounds, square vaulted doors that slammed shut at lockdown, and bleached-out benches, all screaming ninety degrees. Marcelle and I walked through the yard--about the size of two football fields--and entered the auditorium, a landscape that looked bleak but, even so, vibrated with palpable energy. For me a great gift of being an intuitive is the ability to sense what cannot be seen. Now, here, I felt invisible spotlights warming me like the sun, coming from the women's eyes. All around I watched hundreds of eyes looking up at us, questioning, searching, shining. Rough edges and softness mixed. Mysterious oval brown African eyes, wise crones' eyes, others bright blue or green. I could sense the humming of anger and fear, the restlessness beneath their skin ... and at the same time a subtle glow permeating it all.

"Good evening, ladies," Marcelle cheerfully greeted the crowd. "I'd like to introduce you to Dr. Orloff." I walked up onto the stage, cautiously sat down. I felt tiny, scanning the huge auditorium packed with a sea of khaki-uniformed women. I knew the externals of our lives couldn't have been more different. Also, I was a perfect setup to be stereotyped. Psychiatrist and intuitive healer from California? Come on. How many people, particularly on the East Coast, could have a field day with that? If only I came from the Midwest! I wondered if I'd be heard at all. I had to remind myself that the sign-up sheet for this workshop had been filled within twenty minutes. These women had all chosen to come, to give up their free time.

I began with basics. "How many of you were warned by your intuition not to commit a crime but didn't pay attention?" Nearly everyone raised a hand.

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