A story I tell often about intuition and premonition

when I was living/traveling in India years ago, I was in Banares/Varanasi and I stepped out the hostel one morning and there was this Indian kid with a guitar ... playing Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Here,' kind of a weird thing to encounter in the middle of India so I talked with him a bit. Turns out his family had a spare bedroom on the roof, so I ended up moving in with them for a month. It didn't take long for me to figure out that the father made extra-income by selling hashish and opium to tourists. So I bought a bunch of hashish and opium, and wasted away my days smoking hashish/opium and learning sitar 'n yoga.

So this one evening I'm up in room, and I'm listening to Cat Steven's 'Tea for the Tillerman' on my CD-walkman back when walkman was a thing. I get to the second to last track on the album ('Father and Son') and get this REALLY creepy feeling, I HAD to flush my entire stash of opium and hashish right then and there. It was a very strong feeling, very distinct, clear and unusual; so I flushed everything and went downstairs for dinner.

While we're sitting eating dinner and drinking chai, and this kid comes in through the front door. I figure out quickly he's the opium-hashish connect, and they dip into the backroom to do their deal. They come out of the backroom, the kid ducks down (doors are low in India) to leave the house, the place is raided by about a dozen big New Dehli police with big ol' rifles. They slame me up against the wall and start interrogating the father. After they interrogate the father, they take me upstairs and search all of my bags and-finding nothing cuz I had flushed it not 20 minutes before they showed up, they let me go. Needless to say, I was REALLY freaked out, left right then and there and was on a train for bodhgaya the next morning. 

As to whether or not it was a premonition/telepathic? Who knows ... what I DO know is that had I not taken that intuition/premonition seriously in that moment, I might still be sitting in a prison cell in India ... as the old saying goes 'your mileage may vary' ...