In which the light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be a train.
My father is a prophet. I realize that's hard for many to swallow, but the fact remains that he has on numerous occasions had dreams/visions giving him little glimpses of the future.
My own spiritual giftings are not so extraordinary. However, it was not uncommon for me to gain knowledge about a person that I really should have had no way of knowing. For example (and it is a very strange example), back in my high school days I seemed to have the uncanny ability to pinpoint exactly how far a girl had gone sexually, often after only a minute of interaction. I'm not exactly sure what the purpose of such a spiritual gift was, nor could I tell you how it was that so many girls ended up confessing their histories to me. But they did, and I always turned out to have been correct. Write it off as my simply being a good observer of people if you wish. For what it's worth, I don't think I can do it anymore. Of course, when pretty much everybody you interact with is married, it kind of takes the guesswork out of things.
But I digress. Intuition and the study of humans does not explain the unusual insight granted to me in the next little portion of my life. Here too, I am not sure what the significance of the following is to my narrative, except that it is true. When it became clear to me that my Dark Night was ending, a girl entered my life, which was not so strange. The strange part was that I knew beforehand how my wooing of this girl would go.1 The major events of the next month were simply Known to me.
It did not feel like it was fated, predestined, or even a really clever plan. It was more like I was looking back on the events after they had already happened. Things did not have to play out as I foresaw, it's just that they did and would play out that way.
I knew exactly what I had to do to set everything in motion: borrow a book from her. This wasn't even a ploy; I really did want to read it. And it was a very good book, so I finished it very quickly. I returned it to her, and we got to talking, as I knew we would. The conversation turned to church friends, as I expected it to, and I mentioned the party mine just happened to be having that evening, and invited her along. To my unsurprise, she said yes. We went, enjoyed ourselves, and spent some more time talking afterward. And that was all it took. After that, she stopped by a lot.
( So far, so good. )
1 Certain parties to the following events may want to stop reading this (you know who you are).
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"It is not really a banquet but the idea of a banquet," Tamalane said. One clawlike hand described a circle in the air. "The dessert comes, something totally unexpected. The penitent thinks: Ahhh, I have been forgiven at last! You understand?"
Duncan shook his head from side to side. No, he did not understand.
"It is the sweetness of the moment," she said. "You have been through every course of a painful banquet, and come out at the end to something you can savor. But! As you savor it, then comes the most painful moment of all, the recognition, the understanding that this is not pleasure-at-the-end. No, indeed. This is the ultimate pain of the major punishment. It locks in the Bene Gesserit lesson."
-Frank Herbert, Heretics of Dune
My father is a prophet. I realize that's hard for many to swallow, but the fact remains that he has on numerous occasions had dreams/visions giving him little glimpses of the future.
My own spiritual giftings are not so extraordinary. However, it was not uncommon for me to gain knowledge about a person that I really should have had no way of knowing. For example (and it is a very strange example), back in my high school days I seemed to have the uncanny ability to pinpoint exactly how far a girl had gone sexually, often after only a minute of interaction. I'm not exactly sure what the purpose of such a spiritual gift was, nor could I tell you how it was that so many girls ended up confessing their histories to me. But they did, and I always turned out to have been correct. Write it off as my simply being a good observer of people if you wish. For what it's worth, I don't think I can do it anymore. Of course, when pretty much everybody you interact with is married, it kind of takes the guesswork out of things.
But I digress. Intuition and the study of humans does not explain the unusual insight granted to me in the next little portion of my life. Here too, I am not sure what the significance of the following is to my narrative, except that it is true. When it became clear to me that my Dark Night was ending, a girl entered my life, which was not so strange. The strange part was that I knew beforehand how my wooing of this girl would go.1 The major events of the next month were simply Known to me.
It did not feel like it was fated, predestined, or even a really clever plan. It was more like I was looking back on the events after they had already happened. Things did not have to play out as I foresaw, it's just that they did and would play out that way.
I knew exactly what I had to do to set everything in motion: borrow a book from her. This wasn't even a ploy; I really did want to read it. And it was a very good book, so I finished it very quickly. I returned it to her, and we got to talking, as I knew we would. The conversation turned to church friends, as I expected it to, and I mentioned the party mine just happened to be having that evening, and invited her along. To my unsurprise, she said yes. We went, enjoyed ourselves, and spent some more time talking afterward. And that was all it took. After that, she stopped by a lot.
( So far, so good. )
1 Certain parties to the following events may want to stop reading this (you know who you are).
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