How nice if there were some mystic resource we could rely on for
help—a hidden eye looking out for us—a guardian angel! Belief in the possibility of
supernatural aid is widespread in religion and mythology. But more important,
there are allegedly true stories of help that come to people in strange ways.
There is enough there, as they say, to make you think. And if you think, you might end up
asking peculiar questions.
For example: Do we perhaps
inhabit a world with openings to higher and perhaps more interesting dimensions
of reality? Or is reality more ruthlessly restricted than we would prefer? What
is your preference, one might ask, an open universe of unlimited possibilities
or a closed universe that constantly threatens you with extinction?
As a matter of fact, striking
stories do exist in which somebody is saved from an event or situation, and in
ways that defy common sense as well as scientific law. Such stories are important. They can
open your imagination and expand your sense of what is possible. Also, and this is big: they can sharpen
your sense of agency. It’s hard to know what’s missing in the
way we see the world. A lot of
unknown stuff, tottering between magic and madness, is playing out around us. I like to be alert to events that crack open parts of myself
that were closed and locked down. I think of it as a matter of psychic hygiene.
No less a personality than Socrates
famously had a daemon (spirit-guide) who kept an eye on the philosopher, and
was given to warning and steering him away from danger, often in the events and
mishaps of daily life. Also
famously, teen-ager Joan of Arc was guided and prompted by spiritual agents, in
her case , to become the leader of the French army in war against the English.
The English were so impressed by her talents that they burned her alive.
From the sublime, let me descend
to the mundane with two current stories that illustrate the idea of supernormal help. The first is nothing cosmic, but it does
show how I obtained real assistance in a psychically peculiar way. Here is what happened. One morning I woke up and immediately
did something I had never done before in my entire life. I just did it, like an automaton. Without an instant of forethought I
immediately pull all the sheets off the bed, and the pillow covers, snatch up a
loose pair of socks and rush toward the basement door, intending to put everything
into the washing-machine. Before I
proceed, let me comment on the description of what I did. Never have I and never
would I begin my day, any day, with a mad rush to do my laundry!
Well, when I stepped down the
stairs, the first thing I saw was that
the sink was full of water and the
water was overflowing onto the basement floor. I ran to the sink and found it was clogged. I unclogged the
muck with my hand and the water drained out. My entire basement would have flooded if I wasn’t impelled
mindlessly down the stairs to do laundry where I was able to see the problem and
prevent a costly mess
Granted, this was no
world-shaking miracle, but it was strange. Just before waking I may have dreamt
of the flooding in my basement (clairvoyance). When barely awake I automatically do what I needed to do. No guardian angel there, but rather it
looks like my subconscious just lent me hand—if so, thanks! For some reason I’m
occasionally treated to an experience that undermines my commonsensical picture
of reality.
But now for one of the more striking
accounts unexplained help. I once had a student, a police officer and Vietnam Veteran,
who shared an amazing story. Celestino—the
name fits the fellow—began by telling me that his Mom embarrassed him when he
was a boy by announcing that she was always praying for him, but especially in
1968 when the U.S. army sent him to Vietnam with the 101st Airborne
Division.
The incident he described to me
occurred at a Bien Hoa base, 15 miles north of Saigon. The base, flanked by native villages,
was subject to rocket attacks. It was just before Valentine’s Day when the
siren in the barracks rang at 2: 30 in the morning, signaling imminent
attack. The bunker Celestino was
supposed to use was already packed, so he got down to a reinforced partition by
the entrance to the bunker. He
could hear rockets landing nearby.
Barely a moment passed when he heard someone call his name out and say “Get
back here!” “Who’s
that?” he called back. The voice
called out to him four times, loud and authoritative. He finally got up and
moved back half way into the bunker. “Is this okay?” he cried out and looked around. No reply.
Celestino glanced back at the
spot where he just was. A tall,
thin sergeant with eyeglasses was now sitting on the reinforced partition, a
person he had only met the previous day. Celestino heard a high-pitched whistle—which
meant a direct hit.
He told me that he was staring at the spot now occupied by the sergeant when
right there he saw a tremendous ball of flame explode, literally annihilating
the sergeant (not a speck of him was found); and killing everyone else,
sixteen, just short of himself who survived. Celestino was knocked unconscious by the blast, but when he
woke up his fellow survivors wanted to know who he was talking to. Nobody was calling him, they said.
What strikes me about this case of
precognition is the exactitude of details. The warning agency ‘knew’ the first spot, where the rocket
would land; and it knew where soldiers
would die, and very insistently got Celestino to move to a safe zone. Finally, this exact and focused intelligence
was not concerned with the rest of the soldiers who were killed. Why not a little more democracy with
the saving grace? Maybe none of
the other victims had anybody praying for them.
Clearly, the voice that saved Celestino’s
life was a voice from his interior universe. Was it a guardian angel or the benign machinations of his
subliminal mind? What do you all think about this incident in Bien Hoa? Mom’s
prayers, maybe? For a more detailed story of the miraculous powers of human
consciousness, see my Smile of the
Universe: Miracles in an Age of Disbelief. (Anomalist Books, Amazon)P