Monday, January 22, 2007

Remembering the Future

Because I believe that time is not linear, that there is no hard past, present or future; that everything that has ever happened and will ever happen is happening now; because of these beliefs, I am able to remember the future. Some people may call this ability intuition, but not everyone who says intuition means it as remembering the future. Some people may call this same thing crazy.

For example, when I knew David was "the one," it was an occurrence of remembering the future. Before we were dating, we encountered each other one evening at a summer solstice party. Our hostess, a mutual friend, had been setting us up unconsciously (or consciously; she's highly intuitive herself) before that time. On a sultry Houston evening, I was on my way inside to get a drink, having left my date, my beautiful lesbian friend, C, sitting in the garden on a railroad tie. It was June 24, 2000.

On my way into the house, I hear the thought in my head: I hope I run into that beautiful David Brown. As I look up from the steps I'm ascending, there he his -- that beautiful DAB. I feel "there's the man I'm gonna marry." The next thought is "Wait a minute....WHAT?!!!???"

Once we were engaged and then married, people would ask me, "how/did you know he was 'the one'?"

"I knew. I felt it and I knew, but I don't know why I knew, how I knew." Later, now, I know that I was remembering the future.

I feel the same way about Clara -- I believe that she chose us. I felt her the morning before I got pregnant. Our house was infested with fleas. Not a few fleas: our house was infested beyond rational/natural measure -- we had moved out of our bedroom because there was a plague in there. We'd moved our mattress to our office, the mattress on the floor. One morning during the infestation, I was in the office, on the phone with my landlord, beseeching ONCE AGAIN for him to take care of the problem. He'd been trying to deal with the problem internally -- and there was boric acid (!) all over the floor of our bedroom for 10 days. I told him that I was sick of waiting, that I’d given him almost a month and a half to take care of the problem and that it hadn't yet been taken care of; therefore, the fleas better be gone by the end of the day, or else I was going to SUE HIM. I told him, "I could be pregnant, and your home remedies are not working. I may have to contact a lawyer regarding this negligence."

“Congratulations on your pregnancy,” he said.

“I’m not saying I am,” I said. “I’m saying I could be.”

Pest Control came out in the early afternoon, and the fleas were gone by the end of the day.

Clara was conceived at the start of the next.

There are a lot of other examples in my life of remembering the future, but these two are the largest ones.

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