That is something I’ve been advising folks on, some clients and some friends, for many years.  It is offered on the understanding that we, as individuals undergoing incarnation, with its treasure trove of fears, anxieties and doubts, have a place in our consciousness where knowing is available 24/7.  That is knowing without doubt or the possibility of doubt.  Of course it is often covered up by the “common sense” that family, education, religion and society piles up around the anarchic spirit that all humans come armed with on birth, the one that frightens those who have already absorbed some decades of rational conformity and feel wise in passing it along.  Mum and dad know best, let the school show you how, let the pastor interpret the prophet, let college corral you into the conventions.  All this is well intentioned and often comes with a money-back guarantee.  Society is investing in you because it needs willing participants; those walls of fear require a constantly replenished population of contributors.

So there is a sketch of our path into this pickle and here is one of the ways out: –  ask the self how a certain, perhaps unpleasant, situation is rooted in your past, which life or lives holds resonances to the current difficulty.  Unless you and your prized rationality click into the repression that accompanies ignorance, images and feelings will pop up and play act aspects of their dramas with you and others in culturally appropriate costumes, and you will see the pressures and conflicts that lead to where you are now. Ask the self whether you will survive the illness or impasse that holds you in its grip and go on to greater things.  The response will be more or less immediate, the challenge is to accept it without doubt shadowing your decision.  Ask, or perhaps demand, a contact with the spirit of some dearly departed you are concerned about.  Images, feelings or descriptive words will be given, and as they drift through the fog of your grief or concern, see their misty outline and fine tune them into form.  Say hello, send a hug, wave au revoir.  Cry with them, not for them.

Of course, the “I just know” consciousness can easily slip into its shadowy pal, “I just know I’m right” assertiveness that preceedes bullying, rule making, activism and evangelism run amuck, and the blinkered certainties of holy war.  While the enthusiasm of young souls is the horse that can so easily be whipped, the rest of us recognise that respect and compassion can save us from such fates.

I was reminded of the value of this inner knowing, which if you practise it can easily become a norm you barely notice, this morning during an interview with a man who survived the terrorist attack in Paris some years back, when the staff of the satirical magasine Charlie Hebdo were murdered by elements of the Allah Akbar crowd.  While hiding, injured, under a table and watching the legs of the attackers, he heard a voice in his head that said You will survive, and he knew without doubt that it was right.  The interviewer agreed with his assessment; both accepted the reality of the inner voice, although perhaps only in time of danger when the body’s flooding of adrenalin triggers many survival mechanisms.  I am sure that some of our brain-obsessed researchers would come to such a conclusion: the voice is a panic-produced survival mechanism that obviously served its purpose.

Perhaps predictably, I am proposing that a regular consultation process wtih one’s inner voice of knowing will assure the user not only of its usefulness but also of its direct line to that sphere of knowing which transcends all the veils of forgetfulness that accompany the long cruise of incarnation and can answer all of Job’s queries and complaints.