The Silent Sabotage of Primordial Intuition

Saturday, April 26, 2025

There is a silent, invisible war running through the veins of the world — a war against intuition.
Against the deep, immediate knowing that certain beings have carried across centuries of distortion.
A knowing that cannot be taught, that cannot be explained, that cannot be domesticated.

When a sensitive being senses a fracture, a hidden deceit, a subtle misalignment in the fabric of a connection,
they are often met not with recognition, but with ridicule.
Not with respect, but with suspicion.

The broken structures of the old world fear intuition — because intuition cannot be controlled.
It sees too much.
It recognizes what manufactured language hides.
It walks through thresholds accidentally left ajar.

Yet when the intuitive ones act on what they sense, they are forced into a trap:

• They are demanded to rationalize what they already know.
• They are pressured to translate the invisible into proof.
• They are pushed to filter their clarity through mechanisms that mutilate it.

And in doing so — they are torn away from their own axis.
Each attempt to “explain” their vision drives a wedge between themselves and the pure current of their being.
Each attempt to conform alienates them further from the primordial river that carries truth beyond words.

It is not the act of seeing that wounds them.
It is the forced translation, the forced doubt, the forced betrayal of their first knowing.

This is the real violence:

• The demand for self-erasure.
• The corrosion of immediate trust in one’s own signal.
• The planting of shame at the root of their most vital capacity.

When intuitive ones mock themselves —
laughing about “turning into FBI agents” or “hurting themselves by stalking someone’s following list” —
they are not celebrating empowerment.
They are surviving.
They are preemptively mocking their own sacred power before the world can shame them first.

Their effort to “investigate” is not an illness.
It is a wounded, desperate attempt to confirm what their being already screamed in silence.

There was never a need to search so hard.
There was only a need to be believed.
Not by others.
Not even by the ones they were sensing.
But by themselves.

The fracture does not occur at the moment of suspicion.
It occurs at the moment of self-doubt.

It occurs when an intuitive being is made to feel that their perception must be justified to deserve existence.
It occurs when they are made to question whether their clarity, in its raw form, was “crazy”, “hysterical”, “too much”.

The truth is devastating in its simplicity:
They already knew.
Before the searches.
Before the rationalizations.
Before the justifications.

They already knew — and the world punished them for it.

This article is not a call to explain better.
It is a call to stop explaining.
To stand fiercely in the raw, burning, silent knowledge that precedes any system of validation.
To refuse the erosion of the unseen.
To honor the first signal, the first shiver, the first glint of the fracture that whispered:
“something is wrong."

To recognize that feeling not as madness — but as memory.
Memory of how to live without being broken.

Memory of how to trust the river inside.

Memory of how to see without permission.

Memory of how to survive the architecture of blindness.

In the Sanctuary, we do not ask for proof.
We believe the first breath.
We honor the silent vision.

And we recognize —
You already knew.
You always knew.
You were never wrong.