The Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone

 

So what about visionaries

What are they all about? Richard Branson, Steve Jobs, Elon Musk etc etc.

They certainly are a different cut from the rest of us slogging along, swimming against the current.

While we are paddling upstream they seem to be floating across or even down stream. Branson houses 500 companies under the Virgin umbrella. It’s a private company. He owns it all!  He must be seeing something the rest of us don’t. He certainly saw more of the destiny of the music business than the turkey he sold Virgin Music to. He saw opportunities in the Airline business so he called up Boeing and asked if they had a used 747 for sale. Now he has 31 flying all over the world. Meanwhile I’m still working paycheck to paycheck while he is languishing on his private island with Mariah Carey. There is certainly something there oozing through his being that is absent in mine. He’s a visionary. I’m not. My only brush with something that convinced me that there are people who can see into the future happened while I was selling real estate in Carlsbad, California. California has a reputation for fruitcakes but this really happened to me and demonstrated that there is another dimension which all but a few are totally unaware of. The twilight zone.

 

I was living in an apartment with another salesman. Our lives were pretty mundane for a couple of under 30s trying to make it in the realestate game. We spent most of our days knocking on doors, speaking to people, going nowhere.

One night I had a strange dream which I promptly wasted little time thinking about the following morning. It was a short dream. Two guys, One with a plaid sport shirt swinging his lunch box with one hand while stepping through and holding the door for the other wearing a solid colored shirt. It was an aluminum frame door. That is all I saw in the dream.

That night I went to do some laundry. I was driving my ’72 Mazda.

By then it was dark. Driving down the street toward the apartment at a moderate speed I happened to look to my right, just scanning my environment and there it was. Two guys enacting the exact scenario that was in my dream. I was so shocked that I slammed on my brakes and came to an abrupt halt. I don’t suppose there was anyone behind me. Good for that.

After I got over the initial shock I proceeded to my apartment and that was the only occurence of something like that in the past 40 years.

Did I see into the future? I think I actually did. It has got me to wondering if anyone else, in varying degrees can actually see what’s coming. The handwriting on the wall, so to speak. If they do indeed exist then something tells me that they exist on a different spiritual, emotional and existential plane than the rest of us struggling masses, otherwise rather than invent the iphone, methinks  you would have seen Steve sitting at the gaming tables in Vegas or at Pimlico in lieu of changing the world. Is it possible these gifts are withheld from those of us who are less than enthusiastic about changing the world? I would be headed for the racetrack, but knowing this, whoever has the power to grant seeing into the future decided that I needed proof that another dimension does exist. That night helped me re-kindle my faith in the Almighty. I may be one of the great unwashed wage slaves but, due to that experience, I’m headed for the green pastures of that dimension and try to lead a life which will be deserving of it.