When Cynicism Discovers the Fourth Dimention

Those that know me, or at least those unfortunate enough to have known me for some time, will acknowledge that I am not prone to the ‘faith rather than fact’ side of life.

I am not foolish enough to state that, if I can’t see it or touch it, therefore it doesn’t exist. Apart from anything else, I am too lazy for that.

Nor would I claim to know, or have access to the absolute knowledge, of everything knowable. Once again, much too lazy. Maybe after the rugby season is finished.

But, in general terms, I accept that people have religious beliefs, but they are not mine. I accept that people feel linked to powers and forces that help them shape their approach to life. I do not feel the mental or physical buzz they do.

And before you jump to any conclusions, I am not saying they are wrong. I am just not with them.

And I don’t see it as a lessening of myself, or my appreciation of what I have. Or a narrowing of the possibilities of the endless variations that are tomorrow.

So, when I come upon something I can’t explain, I don’t mind. I really don’t mind. I can search for an answer, either by myself, or through the search of others. But not having an answer to everything is O.K.

However, when something happens that contradicts everything that makes sense, that defies rational explanation, then I am forced to frown, a little.

I accept the basic principle that energy exists, and continues. In different forms, it carries on. So far so good.

So, the principle of a past life’s energy re-emerging has a theoretical possibility. But not one I have ever held onto. Too many variables – and not enough magnetism!

So, here is my dilemma.

I have known someone for 3 or 4 years. The meeting was certainly emotionally charged, but not enough to fracture a timeline. And, although that first meeting has led to a deep and special part of my life, it is the additional feelings I can’t quite get a grip on.

The only way I can explain feeling slightly befuddled is because, from where I sit, getting to a point of trust and understanding usually takes a lot longer. And the link feels old. Not tired, just old.

Or maybe I am just getting less cynical.

This could ruin my street cred. Grumpy old men don’t go along the past life route. And I promise it won’t happen again.

But it is strange, nonetheless.