I’ve lived long enough to know that the Gods have a sense of humor, thank God.
The Gods who have been spending time in my company these past several weeks are busy and swift, sentimental and gentle. Not Greek or Akkadian, not Hebrew or Hindu, these Gods are the Total Worlders.
Those visiting me come from a place far out in the Universe, beyond the last planet in the last galaxy where life is stimulating, full of pasta and wine, olive oil and sour dough, where life is eternal, full of fine and pure thought, creative and mechanical, where life is sentimental, full of pleasant memories of children, companions, and parents.
The Total Worlders love to create parallels in the human experience.
Parallel events or parallel people-types or parallel feelings.
In their parallel universe.
The trick to understanding these coincidences is first to notice them.
Are they luck? A path you accidentally follow, like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumb trail? A string of connection?
Are they random? A deer leaps onto the road, denting your car?
Are they purposeful? You well up at the beauty of the words in a greeting card?
Yep. The Total Worlders, Gods and Goddesses of Parallel Universes, have invaded my life.
I am reading Homer’s The Odyssey due tonight for my class.
My son is getting married out-of-state on Saturday. We are leaving tomorrow.
My first paper ( on the Hebrew God) is due for my graduate program on Wednesday night, next.
The Buddhist Scriptures are due the same night.
It’s all perfect, thanks to the Total Worlders.