…isn’t something I thought I’d ever be able to do. True, I’ve always been quite good at picking up the signals for what’s really going on, and how things might develop, but really seeing into the future? That was the stuff of fiction and idle fancy, not worth expending any brain cells on considering seriously.
But I’m beginning to think differently. Partly because I don’t have to bend my perception of reality to what my church considers acceptable any longer, and partly because the “evidence” is stacking up, in very unexpected ways…
When we first moved here, I knew that the house was built on the site of a medieval monastery. So I dismissed the tall, dark-robed figure that I occasionally saw out of the corner of my eye, whisking away round corners, as a total figment of my overheated historical imagination, or possibly some kind of visual disturbance caused by a twin pregnancy with very low blood pressure. I never quite forgot it, though, and when we had the foundations of our new conservatory dug out, I looked very carefully for any signs of medieval life – or death. Nothing… But one day not long ago, I was standing chopping vegetables in my kitchen, when the curtains that lead into the conservatory twitched aside, and a tall, dark-robed figure slithered silently into the room, then whisked away round the corner into the hallway. My heart stood still… I knew exactly what (or rather who) it was; it was my third son, the younger of my twins, dressed up as a medieval monk to scare his sisters and their friend. But it was also exactly what I’d seen, 16 years before, more than once; before he was even born, in fact.
A couple of weeks ago, his twin sister recounted a dream, also taking place in our kitchen, where I was facing her, talking about not being inclined to let something lie, as she reached up into the cupboard for some chocolate. One of those clear details in a jumbled, portentious dream, it seemed. But this evening, it happened, word for word and action for action as she’d described it. Not in any important context, I hasten to add; I was just saying that I needed to go & hunt for the source of the obnoxious feline pong emanating from the conservatory!
These are only two instances; there’ve been many more. I’m no psychic, and have always rather sneered at gullible people who want to believe in fortunetellers, but I am beginning to think that there may really be information from our future accessible to us somehow, if I only knew how to sense what’s genuine, despite being deprived of its context, and what’s just wishful or fearful thinking…
Perhaps I need a Python!
