The Intuitive Warrior: Lessons from a Navy SEAL on Unleashing Your Hidden Potential

The Intuitive Warrior: Lessons from a Navy SEAL on Unleashing Your Hidden Potential

By

Michael Jaco

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The Intuitive Warrior:

Lessons from a Navy SEAL on Unleashing Your Hidden Potential

Copyright 2011 by Michael Jaco

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Dedicated to all UDT/SEAL Warriors Past, Present and Future

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1: The Impossible as Possible

Chapter 2: Higher States of Consciousness

Chapter 3: Emotions as a Catalyst to Greatness

Chapter 4: Tapping into the Higher Self

Chapter 5: How to Awaken Your Intuition

Chapter 6: An Advanced Form of Communication

Chapter 7: Timeless Awareness

Chapter 8: An Internal Knowing

Chapter 9: The Mind of a Navy SEAL

Chapter 10: Martial Arts as a Means for Awakening the Warrior Within

Chapter 11: A Warrior’s Mindset

Chapter 12: Love and Its Opposite, Fear

Chapter 13: The Little Death

Chapter 14: Ancient Knowledge

Chapter 15: Full Circle

Chapter 16: The Law of Attraction

Chapter 17: Success or Failure through Words

Chapter 18: Transcending Pain and Suffering

Chapter 19: Kinesiology

Chapter 20: Synchronicity

Chapter 21: A World Awakening

Epilogue

Bibliography

Glossary

Resources

Introduction

I wanted to keep this introduction short because I usually skim the intro myself and jump into the heart of the book. The only time I attempt to read an entire intro is if it’s short or it’s an obviously integral part of a book I’m really interested in. That being said, all of the information in this book is factual. I have not used writer’s privilege to make false claims about things and events, as I sometimes see done in works that cover an author’s life events. Although I have skirted around revealing names and places at times to preserve the identity and tactics of those who are still striving to protect the lives of others, it in no way detracts from the real events of the story line.

I have used my own personal experiences to illustrate the theme of this book, which is that we all possess extraordinary abilities, one of the most profound being intuition. I believe that intuition will be widely accepted and utilized for every aspect of our lives in the near future, and I have striven to relate how intuitional abilities have saved countless lives, including my own, in combat situations. I have also related how this ability developed within me and how, once recognized, I expanded it into every aspect of my life.

Trying to relay information that is not always identifiable by current analytical processes is sometimes haphazard, but through real life stories and examples that illustrate how others can achieve the same results, I hope to have bridged this potential gap in understanding. Keep an open mind as you read this book, and you will be greeted with a knowledge and awareness that is awakening within all of us. This story is for you personally because you have been drawn to this book by circumstances which are right for you and which have led you to this point in time. I’m trying to reach you through a medium of words that sometimes fail to do true justice to real life events, but the ability of life events to mold us into who and what we are should be shared when others can possibly benefit, and that is the real reason I have written this book.

Chapter 1

The Impossible as Possible

The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.

—Albert Einstein

The armored vehicle began to quickly accelerate as we left the last checkpoint out of the green, or safe, zone in Baghdad, Iraq.

We had just departed the presidential palace area of the former dictator Saddam Hussein after dropping off personnel that had arrived at the Baghdad airport. The road we were now on was the notorious airport highway, scene of countless improvised roadside bombs, vehicle suicide bombers, and ambushes from fast moving passenger cars that suddenly bristled with automatic weapons and raked unsuspecting vehicles with deadly armor-piercing rounds. We would see the result of these attacks almost daily as we drove by burning or burned out M1 tanks, Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles, armored and unarmored Hummers, cars, and SUVs of every description, some with burning or smoldering bodies still inside. Large craters and burn marks every few yards on both sides of the divided six-mile highway marked where the deadly gauntlet of the red zone, which ran from the end of the green zones of the Baghdad airport to Saddam’s former presidential palace complex and surrounding area, had inflicted casualties on unsuspecting military convoys and patrols.

Governmental and nongovernmental agencies and their security details had also begun to be hit as the insurgency in the summer of 2004 began to pick up momentum and spread its destruction. The ultimate sacrifice was being forced on anyone that the insurgents deemed would further their selfish goal of complete anarchy for the fledgling Iraqi government. Even average Iraqis perceived as remotely involved in helping the new government, or just bystanders, were being ruthlessly and indiscriminately attacked and killed. Over the next several years, several former teammates and friends of mine would be wounded or killed in raging gun battles on this one road and on several others across Iraq. The best efforts of the mightiest military in the world could not control this one stretch of four lanes and six miles of highway. I was now traveling on this dangerous highway in a security detail, protecting government officials.

I had an instant of realization, as we moved over the line separating the green zone into the red zone, that I had not done a mental scan of the area we would be traveling through. Before I, or any of the teams I was working with, entered the red zone or any area of high threat, I would do a mental scan of the area to feel for threats. I had developed an intuitional ability over many years as a Navy SEAL, and now as a security contractor, that had helped me avoid danger and certain death, both for others and myself, on several occasions.

I now felt a strong need to do the mental scan, when an overwhelming realization hit me that we were already in an ambush kill zone and within milliseconds of being hit. I had an instantaneous and extremely powerful desire to send out the thought of love. I have learned through the study of quantum physics that everything is vibration. The actual thought of love is a powerful vibrational energy form that can impact your surroundings. I was now focused exclusively on the thought of love and imagining the vibrations of this thought form radiating out from me in all directions. It was as if an incredible urge from inside my being were pushing me to do this and do it immediately. Although I had never felt anything like this before, I had learned to trust these usually subtle nudges as they had repeatedly saved my life and the lives of others, and so because of this command from within, I sent thoughts of love out as if every fiber, every cell of my body were sending them out. For an indeterminate period of time, the feeling of the team being in a kill zone slowly started to fade and then it was gone. I quickly did a mental scan of the rest of the highway, and I knew we were safe and would make it to the next green zone at the airport without any problems.

When we finally made it back to our compound, I started to reflect on the amazing experience I had just had, wondering if the need to send out love was real or just the product of an active imagination. No sooner had we walked into our team building than we learned that an administrative group had taken an unarmored truck to the presidential palace green zone area to do some shopping at the local bazaar. As they had left the green zone to return to our location, they had been shot at by a rocket-propelled grenade, which exploded on the road close to the vehicle. The explosion destroyed the vehicle and sent glass flying into several of the passengers, injuring them, but luckily none of them severely. The attack had happened at the exact location where I’d had the incredible impulse to send out love, and within less than a minute after we had passed through the same area.

The attack on the administrative group confirmed to me that what I had felt was real. This event profoundly changed the way I viewed the world and would direct my thoughts and energy in ways I had never imagined possible. I was now on a quest to know more about how and why this event had occurred and how I could use this knowledge to help and inform others to understand it as well.

I had been employed as a security contractor in Iraq for almost nine months before this incident occurred. I had been immersed in the violence, and it had become a part of my life. This immersion had activated my intuition, which had grown within me and had now reached a new level with the newfound ability to thwart an attack through sending out the energy of love. I will explain throughout this book how I developed my intuition and how understanding and using the energy of love was an outgrowth of this ability. I will also describe how anyone can develop his or her own intuitional ability.

Before doing contract security work, I had been a Navy SEAL for twenty-four years and had been fortunate throughout my SEAL career to be among some of the most highly skilled and motivated warriors on the planet, and it had shaped me profoundly. It would come in handy over the next several years as I traveled on different security contracts to some of the most dangerous, high threat locations throughout the world. I reflected on how my training and key turning point experiences had developed my abilities over the years.

I reflected back to Basic Underwater Demolition/Sea Air and Land (BUD/S) Training in 1981, class number 116, which was when my intuitive abilities first began to unfold. From the first UDT SEAL (Underwater Demolition Team/Sea Air and Land) training class to the present, the classes are numbered in sequential order, never repeating, so that if you tell someone your class number fifty years after you graduate, it will correlate with that time frame. There is also a record kept of everyone who has ever graduated, so if someone were suspected of falsely claiming to be a SEAL, then his class number could be looked up. Class 116 had provided me with a dream that had been formed when I was five years old and saw the classic 1951 movie The Frogmen with Richard Widmark. I had always been like a fish in the water and was fascinated by anything and everything to do with combat and military operations even at this young age. During my SEAL career, I had worked on both coasts of the United States where the SEAL Teams are located. One such team, started by Richard Rouge Warrior Marcinko, SEAL Team Six, would provide me with my first combat experience during the Panama invasion called operation Just Cause, and help me see the amazing level of teamwork that we humans are capable of even under the harshest circumstances.

On the west coast of California in 1981 when I first entered the Teams, I worked with several Vietnam veterans who were still active. I was often amazed at the intuitive and extrasensory abilities of these dedicated and highly skilled warriors. I remember one training evolution in which we were to walk from the mountains off the coast of San Diego down to the ocean after collecting a simulated shot down pilot, where we would swim out and rendezvous with a submarine.

On this training evolution, the terrain ended up being harder to navigate than we had anticipated. Things quickly started going from bad to worse as our communication gear failed and, combined with the rough terrain, caused us to miss our resupply points and times over several days. Fortunately, we had plenty of water, as we were following streams down to the ocean, but we were expending lots of energy traversing through the mountains and needed food. We had not brought much food because we thought the resupply would be a cinch, and now we were becoming exhausted from our lack of food for energy in our strenuous trek to the ocean. Late one night while waiting close to the road in hiding at one of our rendezvous points for the resupply vehicle to arrive, one of the Vietnam vets sat up suddenly and said, I hear a vehicle coming. We all sat up quickly and strained and listened for several minutes, but heard nothing. Hearing loss was not uncommon for SEALs who had been around awhile, because of the constant heavy weapons training, demolitions, and diving that we do. This is especially true for the combat Vietnam vets, who had obviously not used hearing protection in combat battles in order to communicate with each other, and were sometimes caught in pitched gun battles just after straining to hear subtle sounds while patrolling through the jungle. So while I had been hopeful he had heard something initially, as I thought about it while listening, I figured I would likely hear something long before he would, as I was still fairly new to the teams and still had good hearing. The rest of us started lying back down after a few minutes, and I thought to myself that this guy could barely hear, as it is, and he must be imagining noises. After several more minutes, I was about to doze again when a truck came barreling around the corner just down the hill from where we were. The others and I hadn’t heard it until it came around the corner, probably a full seven minutes after the vet initially had heard it. He had impossibly heard it coming from miles away in mountainous terrain while in a deep, exhausted sleep.

Many more instances I would witness over the years, such as knowing where a training ambush was set up before we got close to it when no one else could tell, would start to shape me into believing in the possibility that these seasoned warriors’ capabilities were inherent traits that anyone could learn.

Other occurrences over the years would also shape my awareness of how we are capable of amazing things beyond the physical. When I made it through by far the hardest week of BUD/S training, Hell Week, I thought (incorrectly as I would learn with time) that all the others and I must be superhuman for having accomplished this amazing feat. How else could someone go through ten times what the normal human could physically withstand? Hell Week was a week of back-to-back arduous physical evolutions in which you had to stay awake the entire time, except for three sessions of one to one and a half hours of sleep over the weeklong period. Imagine getting only three and a half to four hours of sleep in just one night, let alone a whole week. That experience provided me with the belief that we are capable of amazing physical feats, and I was provided with countless examples throughout my career to justify this to my reasoning mind and solidify this as tangible proof.

On one training evolution, we were to rendezvous at sea in our IBS (Inflatable Boat Small) with a partially submerged submarine that had only part of the conning tower exposed. We had locked out of the submarine earlier in the evening and had transited several miles in our boats afterward; then we donned our diving rigs and swam on the surface for almost a mile until we reached a designated point, where we went underwater and navigated about half a mile to a ship. Then we planted limpet training mines underneath the ship, navigated underwater the half mile back to the point where we submerged, and then swam on the surface the mile back to our rubber boats. After climbing back into our boats, we transited back to our rendezvous point with the submarine. The submarine had to keep a steady movement, partially submerged; otherwise, it would not be able to maintain a shallow depth. We had a point where we were to hook our boat to a buoy that was positioned on the submarine so that we could lock back into the submarine without it having to surface and expose us all. This buoy was positioned over the lock-in/lockout chamber, and we would use it to swim down a line that was right at the opening to the chamber. Unfortunately, on this dark night, with only a couple of hours until dawn, the buoy was slightly below the surface, and no matter how hard we tried, we could not get positioned to attach our bow line to it. After a full night in cold water in the middle of winter, we were all spent and at our wits’ end as to what to do.

Finally, in frustration, one of our guys decided to take the line and swim to the buoy being dragged just out of reach below the surface, moving at several miles an hour. We all looked at our teammate as he jumped in, knowing that this was an impossible task that not even an Olympic swimmer of the highest caliber could accomplish, but through an amazing show of determination and belief, he did the impossible and hooked our line, and we were able to complete our training mission.

I would repeatedly see and experience many incredible feats of superhuman physical endurance and capabilities