Terrifying Vision

I had a vision a few hours ago that I hope was just my imagination.

It took place in a future time, not long from now.  People were being herded into a tunnel in a mountain by soldiers.  “Come on!  Into the tunnel!” they shouted as air raid sirens blared.

Then one soldier said “Not you!” and shot several people who were running toward the tunnel.

I had the feeling that the tunnel wasn’t exactly a safe place either.  I don’t know why they were herding us in like that.

I hope this was nothing.

How About That

Before my fiance left for Minnesota, I tried my best to look into the future and see what his trip would hold.

This is no mean feat because I don’t think I’ve ever deliberately predicted the future before; I would just get flickers of things and they would happen later.  I felt I had no control over the process.

What I saw bode well (though he’ll be flying in tomorrow and I don’t want to sabotage his chances by saying I was entirely right), though I also tuned in to a detail of his trip.

In the vision I had, he was riding down the highway with his younger brother driving.  The car was some sort of large GM car (I thought it was a Pontiac) with a tan interior, and his brother was wearing a plaid shirt.

Sure enough, today he went out to see a movie with his brother, in a GM car with a tan interior (an Oldsmobile that neither I nor my fiance had seen before, it turns out).  His younger brother was driving and sure enough, he was wearing a plaid shirt.

Still don’t know how I do it.  I guess it could be a coincidence, but at what point does a growing pile of coincidences represent something too notable for random chance?  

Or maybe I imagined the car, the shirt, and the moment they were in the car together into existence?  And if I did that, what else have I imagined into existence?  Maybe there was no John William Harris until I projected him out of my psyche and into what we would temporal-centrically call the past.  Hell, maybe I’m just a projection of Philip K. Dick’s mind in its dying moments?

But that’s just silly… at least it seems silly.  But then, I remember living as a man who got a lot of details about the present day spot-on.  It is broadly believed by practitioners of Western magick that matter is plastic in the face of mind, or will, but I still don’t know how to zero in on the truth of that idea without wallowing in a sea of questionable logic.

No presumptions.  It is what it is.  I saw something in my mind, and it happened to be true, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, and that is all I know.


I was working on another post when I had a really interesting memory fragment of looking at an illuminated page of what at first looked to be a manuscript in Greek; but the letters weren’t Greek per se, they looked different.  The thought flashed in my head that this was Coptic script so I looked up images of Coptic manuscripts.

It was a gorgeously illuminated page that started with a letter that I have identified as the Coptic letter Khei.  It was done in a dark red with ornate gold trimmings.  Looking at images of Coptic manuscripts on Google, while it has certainly told me that this was indeed a Coptic manuscript I was looking at, has not yielded that specific page.

Wish I could remember more.  This memory was from right out of nowhere and was completely unexpected.

New Details on Longespee

I didn’t expect to find anything like this.  Apparently, William Longespee was at the center of fortuitous omens involving candles.

This site relates an incident involving William’s shipwreck on Isle de Re in 1226.

The passage it quotes is attributed to “Dugdale,” though I am unfamiliar with the source, but it is a fascinating story:

“There arose so great a tempest at sea that, despairing of life, he threw his money and rich apparel overboard. But when all hopes were passed, they discerned a mighty taper of wax burning bright at the prow of the ship and a beautiful woman standing by it who preserved it from wind and rain so that it gave a clear and bright lustre. Upon sight of which heavenly vision both himself and the mariners concluded of their future security, but everyone there being ignorant what this vision might portend except the earl, he, however, attributed it to the benignity of the blessed virgin by reason that, upon the day when he was honoured with the girdle of knighthood, he brought a taper to her altar to be lighted ever day at mass when the canonical hours used to be sung, and to the intent that, for this terrestrial light, he might enjoy that which is eternal.”

Longespee survived the storm and spent several months thereafter at a monastery.  I had initially thought it was only a few days, or long enough to charter a ship, but this does give some weight to my memory of aspiring to join a monastery in that life.

But his luck ran out shortly after his return to England.  Already ill, and possibly poisoned by Hubert de Burgh, he died in March 1226.  But here’s where the story gets really interesting.

Apparently, according to this page, during his funeral procession, the candles of mourners burned on in spite of the wind and rain.  It was taken as a sign that William had died in grace.

But maybe it meant something else.  Perhaps the candle burned on in more ways than one.

Around the time I was born in 1984, the Olympic torch- another flame guarded from dying out- passed my family’s trailer in Oklahoma City.  This might mean nothing or it might mean everything.