I can’t remember when I last had a day like this–when things seem to be going too well, as if something really terrible is going to happen, any minute! 

In the 11th grade, I studied Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar”.  I wish Miss Newton (who was one of the hottest teachers I ever had) had chosen something else.  Because I was introduced to the concept of “tempting fate” (a recurring theme in the play).  Whenever you think, say, or write how well things are going, you tempt fate!   Fate waits just long enough–then attacks you with the worst thing you could imagine!

Of course I may be seriously tempting fate by writing this post!   I took fifteen creative-writing courses in college–that’s how much I enjoyed writing.  Sometime, during the first or second quarter of fiction-writing, I had an unusually vivid dream: I am leaning against my car, in my parents’ front yard.  On the car is a sheet of paper, and in my hand a pencil.  I write, “Tyrannosaurus Rex”, and one appears!  It is glaring down at me, “grinning”, and drooling!  It’s hot breath reeks!  Very slowly, I turn the pencil over–then rapidly erase the word.  And the beast is gone!

Was that dream a warning to be careful what I write–or have I just assigned it a meaning?

It’s been over an hour since I started this post, and everything is still okay–so much for tempting fate!  Of course, if you never see any more posts after this one, you can assume I really pissed-off fate!  But superstition is, at most, self-fulfilling prophecy.  If  someone believes, strongly enough, that he is possessed, he will act the part.  And superstitious folks will utter, “Oh my God, that man’s possessed!”

Now faith is another matter–Jesus was right.  But faith only works for the good.  So don’t bother trying to wish someone to death–it won’t work, no matter how much faith you have.  However, faith can heal.   Before the Enlightenment, healings were an everyday occurrence.  Because the afflicted had no science to contradict their faith, it was far more abundant, thus far more powerful.  This is the price we pay for our knowledge–though, in my opinion, a reasonable price.  Still, in the most remote villages of the Fourth World, healings continue–because there is no science.  The patient has total faith that the shaman will heal him, and is thus healed.

How did I get on this subject–I was writing about superstition!  So before I digress again, here’s a question for lurkers: Do you have any superstition that–to your knowledge–is unique to you?  As an example, I feel uneasy if any cash in my wallet is upside down–as if that somehow curses it!

Now I’ve written all I can, this time (I’ve got “computer claustrophobia”), and am going to watch a taped episode of “48 Hours Mystery” (the only TV show I regularly watch).  Maybe someday there’ll be an episode entitled, “Did Fate Kill the Blogger?”!


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