Sea change noun a seemingly magical change, as brought about by the action of the sea [ETYMOLOGY: coined by Shakespeare, in Ariel's song "Full Fathom Five" in The Tempest (1611)] (wordreference.com)
Mary, why are you such a flake? Why do you believe these crazy things? Well, when I say "I believe", I don't really mean it. I'm just being lazy, because what I really mean requires more words to explain. What I mean is "I believe it's possible that..." or "My mind is open to the possibility that..." Saying "I believe in this" is equivalent to saying "I know this is true" and I would never claim to know that any of this is true. That said, I'll try to answer the question.
At the heart of it all is the idea that the physical world we see isn't all there is-- that it's just one dimension of something much more complex and unfathomable. And that a person is much more than their physical body, and that when the physical body dies, the unseen part lives on.
I think many more of us would believe this were it not for our phenomenal ability to brush off the inexplicable. The inexplicable happens and we say hunh and then think about it for five seconds maybe, and then carry on, incident forgotten. I was this way. I continued to be this way until the number of inexplicable incidents that followed the death of my husband became so large that to ignore all of them just seemed ridiculous.
Each incident by itself can certainly be shrugged off. The first odd occurance was the sensation I felt on the afternoon of my husband's death, while I was shopping at a craft fair about twenty miles from our house. I was standing in a booth holding a ceramic bowl when I felt a zinging sensation throughout my body, unlike anything I'd felt before. There was no emotion associated with it, and no pain. Had it been painful, I'd have thought it was an electric shock, although it was really more of a very high frequecy vibration than a shock. For a few moments I was concerned, because it seemed like a major neurological event of some kind, a whole-body seizure perhaps, but when the feeling didn't repeat itself I shrugged and forgot about it. I remembered the sensation several days later and associated it in my mind with the moment of my husband's sudden and violent death.
It was easy to make that connection because the incident reinforced an idea I'd long considered: that consciousness, or rather sub-consciousness, is a field. Each object has a gravitational field, and the fields of various objects combine seamlessly, and the associated force, gravity, acts at a distance. Each object also has a magnetic field, and the fields combine seamlessly, and the associated force, magnetism, acts at a distance. And so it is with the mind-- each person has a mind, and minds combine seamlessly on a subconscious level, and the associated force-- what is it? what should I call it? The Force?-- acts at a distance. But I can't explain it. Nevermind trying to explain it-- we don't even recognize its existence.
This was just the first and perhaps the most easily brushed-off of the incidents of those days. Others were more demanding of my consideration, and the most frustrating of all was the saga of the light bulbs...
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