The Right Path
November 3rd, 2011Intuition
I recently witnessed the power of cognitive and innate intuition in a natural setting , which proved to me yet again that when we follow our intuition in matters as diverse as business or animal tracking, we are literally on the right path
Late last year, Patrick was our professional guide and ranger in the bushveld of northern Kwa Zulu Natal. All the guests who clambered into his landrover each morning at sunrise did so with a great deal of faith in his professional abilities as a bush guide. Not too many were aware of his inborn intuitive abilities, but this became very evident on day four of our game viewing experience.
Commitment
The big five are what every tourist to South African game lodges and parks pay good sums of money to see. Game accommodation across the country capitalises and attempts to deliver on this, so having a skilled and expert game guide is a valuable asset when striving to achieve this. I have visited many such lodges in Zimbabwe, Namibia and South Africa over the past 20 years. The bushveld has a particular allure for me when I am in need of some serious time out to re-charge and re-energise. Meeting Patrick was the high point of my five day break-free adventure. As an intuitive, I have a keen awareness of others who use their skills in all areas of their lives, careers and decision making. Patrick showed a commitment to his particular skill of tracking.
Each day we drove many kilometres, from sunrise to sunset with Patrick guiding us in an open landrover. We covered different terrain in extreme temperatures, stopping only briefly for refreshment, before clambering back into our vehicle to continue the search for the king of all beasts. We had fantastic sightings at very close quarters of elephant herds, rhino, buck and antelope species as well as an abundance of bird life. But, a pride of young male lion eluded us. A young couple from Switzerland eagerly arose at 4.30 a.m. each day to join us in our quest. Patrick resolutely stuck to his initial promise. He would find us the lion pack. He was unwavering in his dedication to fulfil his promise. I found this fascinating and was intrigued to see how his commitment to this goal would develop.
Awareness
On day four we had one sunrise left before we had to take our leave of this natural paradise. Patrick was his usual gregarious and forthcoming self, sharing his vast knowledge and expertise readily with our group, patiently explaining the myths around the amarula tree and of elephant getting intoxicated on its berries. Daily he educated us on different animals and their habits, as well as explaining how to spot the difference between white and black rhino.
We stopped to watch dung beetles honing in on elephant dung that had been dropped by an elephant walking ahead of us on the sandy road, all the while keeping watch on the one large bull, who blocked our path forward. Thirty minutes later he had ambled off in the bush, disappearing like a ghost within seconds. We were free to continue. Not five minutes later, I noticed Patrick’s energy shift. He dropped his tone and hushed our group by waving to us in the back of the vehicle to remain quiet. He was driving slowly, partly standing off his seat, craning forward, whilst looking at the track ahead of us, his eyes downcast, scrutinising the soil. I noticed a certain tension in his body and an alertness that had not been that apparent to us before. He said nothing as we sat rigid in the back of the landrover, not sure what he was sensing or witnessing. After ten unbearable minutes he spoke. He had felt all morning that we were close to the pride. They had been sighted in the vicinity yesterday, but could have moved on for some kilometres at sunrise, after drinking their fill at one of the nearby waterholes. Pointing downwards he indicated lion tracks in the sand, which he identified as newly laid spoor.
Right Action
The road forked in two different directions and within seconds Patrick made a decision to veer to the left. He had lost the spoor, but something urged him to continue on in this direction. We heard the lions roaring that day, close enough to make us acknowledge that we were in the presence of truly magnificent beasts. As the sun rose higher in the African sky and the heat shimmered off the muddy hue of the watering hole, Patrick made a decision to return to camp. We would not see the lion this day, but would be rewarded after sunrise of the next day. He was adamant and resolute. Possibly unknown to many in our group, he was drawing on past experience, knowledge and skill honed over fifteen years of bush tracking. The lion were close. He had made a decision to veer left on the path, following his intuition and his instinct. They knew we were in their vicinity. We had located the pride.
Validation
Day five dawned and Patrick, true to his promise, found the pack of lions. They were sprawled out on the concrete road that bridged the large body of water on the eastern side of the reserve. Five days of searching, listening and responding to his internal promptings resulted in success. His quiet acceptance of the praise and gratitude that he received from his guests surprised many people as they spoke of his abilities and his expertise in the bush. Patrick was doing what he had set out to do, draw on his considerable experience and recognise the signs along the road, follow through on his inborn intuition and deliver on his promise.
Watching him prompted me to write this article. I hope that in reading it you will feel inspired to follow his example. Taking the right fork in the road with intuition as your eyes, promises success.
