Hunches are like dreams, they disappear before you can catch them. In a podcast someone said it was because we dream with a different chemical system. Ah… how I prefer to keep it all psychological and dramatic. The hunches have associated beings. They come from beings hovering around, and through some form of safety seeking we don’t see them. Or, of course, the creature might be shy or insecure and stay in the wings of the well trodden paths of daily life.
Marc Chagall (1887–1985) just lived among all his creatures and angels by the look of it , ( I know nothing about his actual life.). He seemed to grasp something about the crucification.
