I was so moved this afternoon by this incredibly sad but also wonderfully uplifting posting by my Facebook friend Bill Bodonavich .
He describes the last day in the tragically short life of his niece Michelle who, 42 years ago today, was killed in a terrible accident. What caught my attention was the profoundly itladian aspects of what took place that Spring day in 1980. Could it be that Michelle’s Daemon remembered what happened last time and communicated this in a subliminal way to its Eidolon?
But the question must be asked, why was the message not acted upon?
The only explanation I can give is that the message was only partly communicated ….. Michelle’s “Doors of Perception” were simply not open enough and the Daemon not strong enough….. this time.
But my hope is that in Michelle’s next run through the Bohmian IMAX her Daemon will be more effective and it will stop her running out into the road after the papers. After all, the Daemon knows it will get many chances to put things right if “Cheating the Ferryman” is correct.
Indeed, on this subject, I include an event that happened to physicist Max Tegmark in my forthcoming book, an incident were the Tegmark’s Daemon did get it right …..
My thanks to Bill for giving me permission to post this here.
“On the first day of Spring, 42 years ago today, my niece woke up to say her last good-bye. We didn’t know it at the time- but she did. While she was getting ready for school, she cried mournfully for her mother who lived out west. My Mother assured her that she would see her mom soon, but Michelle replied, “It will be too late”. We were confused by her response, but we went on with our day and Michelle went off to school with dried tears on her face.
At 3:15 that day, Michelle was dropped off from school at her bus stop. It was Friday and all the kids were excited to start the weekend. A gentle breeze blew her school papers from her hands as soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She chased the papers across the street as the bus swung wide to make the turn for the next stop. In all the commotion- the driver never saw her. Michelle was pronounced dead at the hospital shortly afterwards.
That evening, our phone rang off the hook. Teachers from her school were calling- including the principal. I took the calls because no one was in their frame of mind to talk to anyone. All of the calls started with, “Now I know! It all makes sense now!”. “What do you mean?”, I asked. One teacher said, “The teachers and I heard a strange, screaming, sound during recess and we saw this girl playing chase with the other kids and laughing so hard we thought something was wrong.” “She couldn’t catch her breath and she had the biggest smile on her face. She looked like she had lost her mind.” Another teacher called and said that Michelle was saying goodbye to her classmates in the hall as if she were going away for a long time. Then the principal called me, he said he almost fainted when he heard the news because earlier that day, Michelle ran into his office and gave him a big hug on his leg. “I just wanted to say goodbye”, she said to him- -she had never done that before.
While the detectives were asking questions at our house, Michelle’s little sister, Olivia, was dancing around the house laughing and singing, “Michelle is going to Heaven!” and “Michelle is going to see Jesus!”- she was only three. My mom yelled at her to stop but she wouldn’t- even the detectives looked at the strange behavior.
Michelle was 7 years old. She laughed and played that day like never before. She hugged everyone as if it were her last hug. She cried for her mother like she would never see her again. Even today, I am still in wonder of what exactly happened?
God Bless you Michelle.”