Prophecy and Responsibility

image from the Robin Wood Tarot

On very rare occasions, I have dreams I can only describe as prophetic. They are clearly different from nightly sorting and filing dreams and from messages from my subconscious, though I can’t say exactly how they’re different. Whatever their source, though, they’re never wrong.

Several years ago I had a prophetic dream about a couple of good friends from Atlanta who are evangelical Christians (of the “live what Jesus taught” variety, not the “my way or you’re going to hell” kind). In this dream, they had a young daughter who was psychically gifted, destined to be a seer and a mystic, and a great source of consternation for her parents who didn’t understand what she was doing or how she was doing it. The dream made it very clear that I was to go and tell them.

At the time of this dream, they had one child, a boy. So I interpreted the dream as “divine disclosure” – as the gods asking me “are you sure you want to do this?” Would I be willing to tell my Christian friends their child was capable of something outside their belief system and might very well reject their religion? In other words, did I just want to know stuff because it was cool or was I willing to do something useful and helpful with what I learned?

I said “yes.” And then breathed a sigh of relief when their second and third children were also boys.

Earlier this week, I found out they’re expecting their fourth child in April – and it’s going to be a girl.

So I have a message to deliver. Through a combination of intuition and deductive logic, I figured out why I’ve been given this message for them. I’m probably the only person in their lives who is 1) familiar enough with this sort of stuff to speak intelligently about it, while 2) still “normal” enough that they’ll actually listen.

I’m not going to do anything right away. They had one miscarriage before their first child was born, and on the off chance that something goes wrong with this pregnancy, I don’t want to put any difficult thoughts in their heads. But once their daughter is safely in this world and before she’s old enough to do anything “unusual,” I’m going to have to tell them something I’m pretty sure they aren’t going to want to hear.

Be careful what you wish for – you just might get it.

About John Beckett

I grew up in Tennessee with the woods right outside my back door. Wandering through them gave me a sense of connection to Nature and to a certain Forest God. I’m a Druid graduate of the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids, the Coordinating Officer of the Denton Covenant of Unitarian Universalist Pagans and a former Vice President of CUUPS Continental. I’ve been writing, speaking, teaching, and leading public rituals for the past eleven years. I live in the Dallas – Fort Worth area and I earn my keep as an engineer.


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