I’ve been in the field of metaphysics for most of my life, spending a good portion in exploration and contemplation of the greater mysteries and the remainder of that time teaching to others.  It’s what I would describe as my calling. Each of us has hidden inside, a “calling” which stays with us throughout our lifetime. We may choose to pursue this calling or we may choose to ignore it, pushing it deep inside trying to forget that it exists, as we succumb to our fears of not measuring up or failing or being rejected by our peers.  We’ve all struggled with this at one point or another in our lifetimes.

After wrestling with this dilemma for a few minutes, including the fact that I had never tried to prove to anyone my track record of how many of my dreams came true, I let my fear go as my love and concern for my friend and her mother far outweighed anything I could imagine happening to me.  I picked up the phone, called my friend and told her my dream. To my surprise, she dismissed me. I pleaded with her, explaining that my dreams had come to pass many times before.  However, my having kept silent all these years, never sharing my experiences, left her little to go on in order to believe my dream.  She said she would see me at school and hung up.  Not giving up without a fight, I called her home again, but this time no one answered.

Later that day, my friend approached me in tears explaining that her father had called the school and that her mother had been in an accident exactly as I had described.  With tears in my eyes, I told her how very sorry I was. She turned to me, and I thought she was going to say that she wished she had warned her mother when I called that morning. Instead her eyes grew cold and she said, “What is wrong with you”? I said, “ I don’t understand, what do you mean”? And she screamed, “Something’s wrong with you, you made this happen!”  I reeled back in shock, stunned that my friend, whom I had been so close with all these years, would think that I could wish for something like this to happen to her mother. Yet she did. Nothing I could say to her at that time would comfort her and nothing would change her mind. She drifted away from me after that experience and our friendship grew to an end.

I’m not the only person to share an interest in both fields of science and spirituality. As Albert Einstein wrote, “Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind”.

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