Whoever you talk to who confirms their intuition on supernatural beliefs does not realize what intuition is, the direct perception of Truth, a Supreme Being is not Intuitive.
Do you realize that intuition is merely a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning. And the difference between your intuition of what your belief of reality is to the intuition of someones belief in the doctrine of christianity...is nothing, there is no difference. The only difference is that you go with what you have been taught, what you have learned within the boundaries of your environment and within the society you were raised in, what feels the best to you and what you like the most... the same goes for everyone else.
I can not possibly prove that you are Aware, it is a possibility that I am the only Aware being in the universe, but I "know" that you are, I just know, I would not even be able to function without that "Knowing". Intuition happens so fast and naturally that you are not even Aware of it.
This reminds me of something that happened to my little brother and i about a year ago. I'll try to make this short. My little brother and i were upstairs in his bedroom late at night, we had been chilling all day, completely sober as well. I was sitting on the bed and he was sitting on his computer chair, we had been talking for an hour or so when we just stopped talking for some reason, not suddenly... it was just after we had completed a conversation and just hadn't started another one up again. We were both staring in each others eyes when suddenly something happened.
A feeling started to take over my body, and i knew what it was almost as soon as it started but i didn't even think about it, i couldn't really think at all because it was so intense. It felt exactly like what it feels like when you are in a dream, and all of the sudden something happens and you realize you are dreaming within the dream. The ultimate WOW, and ultimate rush and realization. My eyes never left his, and his never left mine. Then as the feeling became more and more intense we both started to cry, though it wasn't a sobbing cry, it was just that our eyes started crying by themselves as tears ran down our cheeks. Everything in the room that i could perceive with my peripheral vision was moving like visuals do when you have a hard trip on mushrooms or acid, objects going in and out of focus, moving up and down, forward and backward ever so slowly...
The feeling became so intense i couldn't take it anymore so i came up with my first thought, the one that was in the back of my mind the whole time but wouldn't surface, i managed to lean forward and i said in a concerned voice "Drake... is this a dream???" He didnt say anything, he was still just staring at me, so i said again "dude Drake is this a fucking dream???" he seemed to snap out of it with a slight shake of his head and stuttered "Z...Zac, i don't know..." As we slowly both came out of it, the feeling left slowly as well leaving both our hands shaking and wiping the tears from our faces.
We talked about it for hours, making sure we experienced the same feelings in the same ways, as i taught Drake how to lucid dream 2 years prior to the event he could empathize with the feelings of awakening within a dream. We shared our ideas on what we thought this "spiritual" experience may be, and we came up with a conclusion...
But as the days passed, i couldn't get it off of my mind, i couldn't stop thinking about it and how we both gave meaning to the experience. As weeks passed one day i had an epiphany, i realized what i was doing.
I was attempting to give my own subjective meaning to an experience i had that i didn't understand. That is exactly what i was doing. I realized that giving my own meaning to this experience did not make that the truth about what it was. That my conclusion may be wrong, that it could be something completely different than what i thought it was. What happened is that i had an unexplainable experience, and if i am honest with myself... i don't really know what happened that night and i never will. The only way i can give myself an idea of what happened, is to make it up... but i can't live my life on pretend ideas when i know deep down that i don't know what really happened that night, that would just be too easy. I don't know what happened and that is the truth of the matter, and no matter how hard i try to give meaning to that experience it won't mean anything at all, because i would know that I'd just be pretending i knew what happened.
And i am oh so tired, so tired of pretending...