The Greeks had Cassandra who also is said to have that ability to see the future. Some Christians have he Bible, The book of Revelations is supposed to have symbols if correctly interpreted tell of the anti-Christ and other future supernatural events.
Then there is numerology. This is defined as “The branch of knowledge that deals with the occult significance of numbers.” How do numbers foretell events? Many believe there are hidden significance in them.
Events in Charlottesville made me recall driving through a small town in Florida earlier this year. I was on one of those side routes having tired of the madness on the interstate. I saw a small shop advertising “Real Southern Lunches” so I stopped. When I went inside I was the only customer making me question my decision. The place looked sparkling clean so I stayed.
Talking to the waitress who seemed to relish some company she told me she believed a number could tell much about a person. She told me she had a gift of being able to manipulate numbers to do that. She went on and on about it, strange words coming from a normal looking person.
I’m thinking I better hurry up and get away. But she persisted in asking me to give her a number and a person. I guessed it helped her day pass so I said, Trump. He had just been inaugurated. “Number 45, Trump is our 45th president.” She sat down in the booth right at my side, took out two pens, one blue and one red. She wrote the number down. I took a photo of it as is shown above.
It seemed to me the red number 5 had moved a bit. I had my smart phone camera so since she still had her eyes closed I took another photograph shown to the left. I wanted to compare it with the original photo.
Then she opened her eyes, looked at me and her handiwork, smiled somewhat wanly, quickly flipped the paper over. She went through the process again.
All I could figure was that somehow she had folded the papers together to produce that illusion. I watched her hands very closely as they rubbed the paper as I listened to her mysterious chant. I figured she was going to unfold it and the numbers would be back to the original position. It was quite surprising to me when she flipped it again. The five ran right into the four as you can see from the photo I took of it to the left.
Now I was confused. Looking at it there was no way the paper had been folded but the numbers on it had clearly moved. There was no doubt of it at this time. She still had her eyes closed as if in a trance.
When she came out of it she looked down.
I said “that’s great. What’s the trick.” She stared past me. I wasn’t sure she heard me. I was about to repeat my question when she said. “One more will do it,.”
She went on after taking a deep breath. “I shouldn’t be doing this. It is sapping my energy.”
I was going to tell her that was fine but before the words came out she was in her trance again, the number was face down on the table and she again started to rub the backside of it and her intonations grew loud and rapid. This time much sweat poured off her face. She screamed loudly really scaring me. It took all I had to stay sitting in the booth.
I had that fight or flight response to her yell that I wanted to run.She then opened her eyes as if she scared herself out of the trance. She stared at me wondering who I was and where she was. Her wits quickly came back to her. She flipped over the paper.
Incredulously I asked her: “Does that mean Trump is or is going to be a Nazi.”
Her response was to tear up the paper and walk away, As she was heading behind the counter the restaurant door flew open and a group of local church members, some wearing “Make America Great Again” hats poured into the restaurant and she was quickly pouring coffee and otherwise busy. Soon the place was filing up.
I signaled to her to bring me the bill. I didn’t want to leave it like this. I wanted to say more to her. She disappeared into the kitchen area and came back out wearing one of those red Trump hats. She walked over to my table.
“Dixie,” (that was her name) I whispered. “I want to talk to you about the number.”
“What number?” She replied.
“You know — the 45. The way it moved.”
She smiled and said: “Do me a favor pal. Pay the bill and move on. We like nuts on our sundaes and not in our seats.”
I left and pretty much forgot about the incident until the other day as I said. I wondered if I had somehow dreamed the whole event. I went to m smart phone and fortunately I still had the photos.
All I can think now is that if the numbers are right then we have a new Führer and are on the cusp of the Fourth Reich. But then again who believes in the occult significance of numbers.