Turns out I’m a prophet. Who knew?
Africanized killer bees and quantum physics are both rather strange ducks, so to speak. That those two things would combine with a passage in a book I’d written decades ago to point the prophecy finger at me…that one, I most definitely never saw coming…only, I did see it coming and just didn’t know I saw it coming, and…ah-h-h-h!
Calming down now. Let’s take this tale in chronological order. It all started last Sunday when Allen, our part time hired hand who helps out as my disabled wife’s caretaker on the weekends, told me there was a serious bee swarm/hive living under one of our steel storage sheds. Pam had told me about those bees some months back, not long after she’d been stung by one of the little honey makers, a stray who’d gotten caught up between her coat collar and her neck when she was doing laundry. I certainly hadn’t meant to downplay my redhead’s concern about the 3,000 or so bees she’d seen…but I had misunderstood her completely on one key point.
I hadn’t realized they were so close when they’d picked out their new home, queen and all. Heck, I hadn’t even realized she’d seen them claim this particular bit of real estate. Being the naturally dense sort of husband I can be at times, I’d thought she was saying there were probably “around somewhere” as a guess.
How does either quantum physics or prophecy fit in here? Hang on. It may take a while yet, but we’re getting there.
When Allen showed me the busy bees returning in precision landing patterns that would have put the Blue Angels to shame, I immediately admitted, “Yeah, I need to do something about that.”
“Something” meant, in the end, calling Truly Nolen and asking for an exterminator to wipe the bees out. Neither Pam nor I wanted to have them killed, but she’s allergic to bee venom. Although this hive had shown no desire to wantonly attack, Africanized “killer” bees have a nasty rep for aggression. The single sting she’d suffered months ago was still bothering her; a dozen would flat out kill her, graveyard dead.
We couldn’t take the chance.
An inspector from Truly Nolen came out first, on Monday, and agreed. “Yep. Those are bees, all right.”
Okay, so she didn’t say anything that ridiculous; I paraphrase. Anyway, she wrote up a service agreement and scheduled us for a “bee kill visit” from a tech on Tuesday, not wanting to let the situation go on for any longer than necessary with the lady of the house being allergic and all. When the tech arrived at around 5:00 p.m. on Tuesday, he was the soul of professionalism. Took his time talking with me, scoping the situation out, getting into his bee suit, and working two types of spray to start the extermination. He explained every step of the process, too.
“I used those blocks (concrete blocks I had sitting near the hive) to block the entrance when I filled the space with aerosol. What happens then is that thousands of bees, trying to get out, die and pile up, blocking the exit. This prevents the queen from escaping; she almost never makes it out. I’m 100% sure I got the queen.”
He went on to point out that the only bees remaining free and in the air at the moment were those relatively few foragers she’d had out when the chemical fumes hit. “They can’t get in, either, because of the dead bees piled up at the entrance.” One of the chemicals is a contact poison that can be passed from one bee to the next when they touch, which bees do a lot. “It’s supposed to kill them within 72 hours, but in my experience it’s often more like 10. By this time tomorrow, you shouldn’t see a bee.”
As it turned out, he was slightly mistaken about that…but not by much. By six p.m. today (Wednesday), there were still a dozen or so worker bees still hovering or crawling around the former hive entrance. They’d neither abandoned the hive nor died. Tough, loyal, and doomed. But a dozen is not many, and it certainly has not been 72 hours yet. Truly Nolen does good work.
Poisoning the bees really hurt, but removing them was not an option. A bee keeper would have had a doozy of a problem getting the hive intact and alive from under that shed. Not a pretty picture.
Later in the evening, I sat down at the computer to copy Chapter 11 from my book, Tales of a Golden Heart, republishing it here on this website. For a little while, I was able to forget about the suffering of the dying bees as I relived the 1985 singles dance in San Diego where I went to find me a woman. Found her, too; the gracious and beautiful lady became my fifth wife (yeah, I know). And never mind the fact that we divorced six years later; I still love her deeply, which Pammie–wife #7–understands completely.
Typing along, not a care in the world, I was suddenly drawn up short when I came to this passage:
“…The place was packed and busy, but aimlessly busy, a hive full of confused worker bees with no queen and more than a few drones. I’d witnessed several quick pairings as desperation met desperation and moved off into the night….”
Whoa. I instantly recognized this as prophecy, this passage I’d written in 1986 and watched come to life in literal form in 2016, thirty years later. It wasn’t the first time I’d prophesied without knowing it, either. A few years after my first science fiction novel, Ptolia, hit the market, I started noticing bits in the book that were manifesting in my life. Scared the dickens out of me. For ten years or more, I was hesitant to write at all for fear of causing something to happen in my own future!
Those were prophecies that were for me only, not for the world at large. The CWBWNQ (Confused Worker Bee With No Queen) prophecy held to that, obviously, so none of us need to think I’m going to be prognosticating on the future of the planet or anything like that.
Still, the early stuff found in Ptolia was about as cryptic as Nostradamus on a bad day…whereas the bee prophecy was right there slapping me full in the face.
Which brings us to quantum physics. According to quantum physics, at least as presented to laymen by those who study such things, linear time is an illusion. The past, present, and future are not separate things; they coexist simultaneously. Most humans think only in terms of linear time, but is that real?
Apparently not. Certain spiritual teachings agree. Eckankar, for example, teaches that there are worlds that exist within time…but there are also much higher worlds that exist outside of time, above or beyond time. There are, of course, billions of humans who would scoff at that idea simply by virtue of it being presented by anything “nonscientific”…but not so many can ignore what quantum physics has to say about it. Quantum physics is about as “sciency” as it gets.
So, what does this all mean?
For you, perhaps nothing. For me, though…wow. Time travel? Not a problem, at least in Soul form, because it’s not really travel as we think of travel; it’s simply an expanded awareness that encompasses the past, present, and future in a single moment. There is, it would seem, no separation between Point A and Point B when it comes to time…except the artificial separation perceived as real by most of us.
May the blessings bee.
For our readers who may not recognize a word like Eckankar, the definition can be found in A Glossary of Eck Terms at Eckankar.org.