The day I learned about magic

I was getting sleepy - the Mexican mid day sun was hot and I had been reading for about an hour. I needed to give my eyes a rest, and so closed my book "The Celestine Prophecy" and also closed my eyes. I thought about what I was reading - about how we can supposedly 'see' future events with our mind's eye. What a silly idea, what a silly book. I was only reading it because a good friend suggested it.

I wondered how people could possibly believe in such fantasy without scientific proof. I've always been a science minded guy - I need to see objective proof before I'll believe anything, and I wondered if there was anything to this psychic nonsense. Surely there would be some good, scientific, objective research conducted somewhere, and either the whole business would be dismissed, or if found to be valid, then we would be reading about it as front-page news.

The rhythm of the Caribbean surf was making me sleepier. I deserved this holiday, as my wife and I had been working very hard and both needed a break. We had both been very lucky. My various entrepreneurial ventures over the years certainly proved to be fruitful and my wife's company was now really starting to take off. I wondered about all of the right decisions I had to make along the way in order to realize such great success. Was I smart, or just lucky? Gee, sometimes it sure seemed like some decisions were nothing more than spur of the moment, off the wall coin flips. They always somehow ended up being the right ones though. I was a firm believer in following my instincts - my intuition never led me astray. But what is intuition anyway? How was it that I always instinctively 'knew' in my heart what the right decision was, even if it didn't make a whole lot of logical sense? Was that psi at work or just a sharpened natural sense honed by many years of experience?

I opened my book and started reading again. The author talked more about how you can transpond space and time with your mind, and about how it is a natural skill that we don't realize we have. I put down the book and closed my eyes. If there were any truth to this silliness, then I would find out right here and now - first hand. I thought about my six year old son - Cody. I was getting sleepy again, when all of a sudden I was surprised by a vivid impression of my son in his dark room in bed and there was this tiny, brilliant - almost blinding blue light floating near his bed side table as he slept. Very strange, and very surprising - where in my imagination could I have conjured-up this scene?

A few days later after our arrival back home, we took the kids to the local bookstore. Cody picked out a book on electricity experiments and Krista, a book on puppies. Cody asked me if we could build some of the experiments in the book and I said probably not because I didn't think we had any of the materials required. He informed me that the book included some simple components like a light bulb and some wire, etc. Later that evening, Cody and I constructed a simple electric light connected to a battery mounted on a block of wood.

That evening, sometime in the middle of the night, a light that was shining through our bedroom door awakened my wife. She asked me to check it out. I got out of bed and walked to Cody's room where the light was coming from. As I entered his room, a scene all to familiar to me struck me like a sudden blow to the head. There he was asleep in his bed, and directly beside his head on the bedside table was the small, bright blue light that he had been playing with and had left turned-on when he fell asleep!