...I heart that book by Madeleine L'engle, but this entry isn't really about time travel and tesseracts...I think?
Last night I was reading a book that brought up the topic of Jyotish. It's basically Indian/Hindu astrology. Pulling it up on wikipedia reveals a whole mess of stuff that I'll probably never understand, but the event described in the book I was reading goes beyond "normal" Jyotish.
In the book, the author describes how a friend of his had tracked down a Hindi monk that happened to have the author's Jyotish scroll.
According to the book, these scrolls were written hundreds of years ago. They were writings that described the life of a person that would be born at a specific point in time. Many of these writings were lost and are scattered throughout the world. The real kicker is, these ancient seers didn't write a scroll for everyone that would ever be born. They only wrote them for the people they KNEW would seek these scrolls out.
The author's scroll was so exact it predicted his father and mother's names, the name of his children...even the day he would die.
Shivers ran up my spine as the list of accuracies went on and on.
But the ability to see the future is not so strange to these ancient mystics. They believed we are all connected--one universe. They were simply adept enough to tap in to a small pattern in the tapestry of time and see a future self that was also a part of them.
It's sort of like life is one huge fractal. I am a part of you, and you are a part of me. We really aren't that different...only different forms of the same type of energy.
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