Do we actually have a sense of our own endings subconsciously? Or do we create our owen endings because of such thoughts?
Is there such a thing as foreknowledge of one’s fate? Carl Jung thought that such a phenomenon existed. A patient of his dreamed of being in a skiing accident in which he was killed, and Jung advised him sternly to cancel plans for a forthcoming ski holiday. The patient ignored that advice and went ahead with his plans: He actually did die in a ski accident during that ski trip!
Hmmm… Let me explore this a tiny bit more today…
I am thinking of this because a friend of mine used to tell me that his greatest fear was of becoming a homeless man in the latter part of his life. I laughed at the suggestion: The man, a friend of my family, was in his late fforties at the time, and owned a chain of estate agents. He lived in an amazing house in a very plush part of the South Coast of England, commanded a substantial salary and was very involved with local life. That was fifteen years ago. Since then, he has sold his company and retired from day to day role running the company, lives on his accumulated savings and has wanted for nothing.
This week, I heard that all of his money was invested with an Incelandic bank. He has some of it back, but only a tiny fraction. He is apparently broke. The destiny he most feared is possibly upon him. What made him so sure it awaited him? Was there something ineffable — something that he just knew in his waters?
Or is it that the thought had been programmed so deeply with so much belief invested within it, that he ‘made’ it happen?
I recently dreamt that I was rolling uncontrollably down a hill on roller skates… Hmmm… A metaphor of sorts there… Well, basically, I am not going to be wearing roller skates at any time soon and I certainly shall not be going near any hilly areas if I do wear some… That’ll teach fate a lesson!
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Hi Adam,
Just thought I’d start off this response with a thank you. Your hypnosis products helped me remove a lot of negative programming and, because I believed in myself, my website (www.joinmartin.wordpress.com) has been hugely successful. Over eight thousand people in the UK, USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Ireland, Spain, France and beyond have visited the site and or taken up in the challenge to learn a language. All since March 2008. Thanks to the success of that site, I’m launching a new venture in 2009 called Beyond The Question which will help people learn a new skill and or pluck up the courage to try something new.
Anyway, back to fate. In 2000, I went to an open day at the University of Wales, Bangor. I travelled for hours on the train to get there. I had no idea what the place would be like. I’d never been before and I’d chosen the course I’d applied for at random. When the train stopped and I stepped out into Bangor station, I looked up and caught sight of the horizon. I saw buildings I’d never seen before. And yet, it felt as if I had. I felt as if I already knew my way around this place. I trusted that instinct so much that my heart took control and I did all I could to make sure I got the grades to get to Bangor.
I got into my first choice uni (Bangor). I had an amazing time and met so many great people. But I had to travel a long way to get there or to go home for the holidays. I always used to pass through Birmingham New Street Station. If I stayed in the station I was ok but I became terrified if I had to go outside the station for any reason (like to catch a train from one of the other stations in Birmingham or catch a rail replacement bus service to Coventry). But, even though I felt scared, part of me told me that, one day, I’d know my way around Birmingham.
From November 2007- November 2008. I lived in Birmingham. I got to know my way around the city. The connections don’t stop there either. In Birmingham there is a church called Saint Martin’s. I’m named after Saint Martin’s church in Leicester. In Solihull, a place I visited a lot when I was living in Birmingham, there’s Drury Lane. Seriously, sometimes it can feel like someone else has written a story and I’m just following the narrative.
A few years ago I had what I can only describe as a “vision”. I know the rationalists will scoff. I scoff at the idea too. But it happened nonetheless. I saw a figure in a bed surrounded by loved ones. I couldn’t see the person in the bed clearly but I got the sense that it was an older version of me and he wasn’t going to be getting out of the bed any time soon. Suddenly, as if I’d been spotted, I was pulled away from the vision and things went back to normal. Maybe I was drunk, maybe my brain had problems or maybe I was dreaming. I don’t know. But it has given me the comfort that, no matter how hard life gets, maybe I don’t die alone.
We would be fools to assume that destiny has total power over our lives. We have free will, we make choices and the future is just a torrent of possibilities. But we would also be fools to dismiss the power of instinct.
Marty, it is always fabulous hearing from you… Loved reading your reply – thank you!
Best wishes to you and if I do not hear from you before hand – have fabulous festive season đŸ™‚
Adam.
Does dreaming about my future life with George Clooney count? I’m sure he’d be smitten if only we had the opportunity to meet…. đŸ˜‰
Weird! Look at paragraph 6:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/money/article5374393.ece