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What Does That Mean? by Eldon Taylor

“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.”
— Chinese proverb

One night as I drifted off to sleep, I reflected on unexplained events in my life and wondered, What does that mean? The next morning as I dressed, I heard someone on the television in the next room saying, “It’s amazing. The window washer fell 500 feet, and he lived. That story and more, next.” I asked myself, What does that mean? What does it mean to the window washer?

That day as I drove home from the grocery store, I noticed a young man and his child. The weather was finally springlike, and this fellow was working in a tiny garden. He appeared to be breaking up some small clods by repeated blows with a hoe. I thought back to my first home and garden. Such pride, such ambition—and such is the great American dream. In the United States, most of us plan on owning our own little piece of heaven; after all, a man’s home is his castle. As young people, we plan to buy our first vehicle, and the consumption cycle begins. (Oh, we’re consuming prior to that, but for most of us it’s limited to what the family provides, and because my point has nothing to do with when or how the consumption habit begins, I’ll just leave it at that.)

So we make our plans, our dreams, and begin to live them out to the best of our ability. Our clothes, automobiles, homes, furniture, group memberships, and so on are all a part of our dreams. The food we eat, the stops at Starbucks for a fancy latte, the cell phones we carry, and on and on are also part of our dreams. I could go on, but let’s consider another way to look at this dream. Are we consuming, or are we being consumed?

Is there a “now” moment where the heart is not just beating, as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow says:

And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Life has many twists and turns, and seldom do we find the road to be straight and narrow. The same can be said for the choices we have to make as well. We are sometimes tossed about like leaves in a windstorm, bouncing from one event to the next, and—despite our efforts to take control—unable to shut down the prevailing winds. In the midst of all of this, we can find ourselves experiencing the seemingly impossible. Why? How does that happen? And what does it mean?

The Train Accident

When I was just 17 years old, I was driving a car that stalled on a set of railroad tracks. My side of the vehicle was facing an oncoming train traveling approximately 100 miles per hour and pulling more than 100 cars. The young lady who was with me, her hand on my leg, watched while I tried to start the car so that I could drive it off the tracks. But in what seemed no time at all, the train struck the car. The driver’s side was crushed under the cowcatcher (the slanted piece on the lower front of the engine) as the train dragged the car down the tracks and finally threw the wreckage into a weedy field next to the tracks.

My friend Connie was cut from the car with a welder’s torch. She asked about me while they worked to get her free, but they told her nothing. Bless her heart, she also worried that her new nylon stockings might have been damaged. Shock often has a disorienting effect such as that.

As for me, I found myself standing a few hundred feet away in the field. Suddenly, as if dropped there and awakened, I looked around to see all kinds of emergency vehicles, other automobiles, and a crowd of onlookers. I hurried toward the ambulance but was stopped by emergency crew members. They wanted to know who I was, since from my location and appearance, I clearly couldn’t have been involved in the accident.

This experience affected my life in many ways. One of those, and perhaps the most meaningful, is the spiritual element. Either a miracle had occurred or I was dead. Connie knew I was in the car when it was struck. How did I live?

I told this story in my earlier book Choices and Illusions. Readers have written to tell me of similar events in their lives. Here is one of them (used by permission):

Last night I read in your book the story about the train wreck and how you found yourself feet away from the accident site. I had a similar experience in Southern California. I was on the on-ramp to the freeway. At this particular entrance, cars also came off the freeway, and I had to look to my right to ensure I had room and that a vehicle wasn’t coming at me. In front of me was a big truck, and I was driving a small, subcompact car. In an instant, the truck in front of me hit his brakes. I had nowhere to go and should have ended up under the truck. Yet through some strange turn of events, I found myself in a lane on the freeway, driving 60 miles an hour. There was no way I could have done that!

I was totally shaken over the episode and thankful that I’d received the help of whatever or whoever put me in a safe place. It almost felt as if time and space were shifted to have me where I needed to be, out of harm’s way. In that moment, I knew there are laws and explanations we don’t seem to have if we only see ourselves as one-dimensional limited beings.

Thank you for letting me share this story. I’d never heard of someone having a similar experience until I read your book Choices and Illusions.

So what does all this mean? What does it signify when life hands us the unexplained? What about when the wisdom of our culture crashes down on broken promises and failed dreams? What does it mean when our spiritual or scientific models collapse under the weight of real-life observation and experience? Is any of this really possible, or is it just a point of view, a place of perspective, an expectation self-fulfilled?

Approaching the Many-Worlds Argument

I have a very bright son—more than one, actually—but the one I’m referring to has changed his colors many times as he has grown into his teenage years. He is named after my dear friend Roy Bey, whom I shall tell you more about during the course of this book, but who has passed on. My son Roy adopted Catholicism last year and he pushed us to attend the Catholic church. This year, however, he’s agnostic to atheist. He likes to think of himself as a six on the scale of the renowned atheist Richard Dawkins, and that means he is agnostic, for he doesn’t believe there is a God, and he lives his life according to that belief. He also thinks it isn’t possible to be sure about the divine either way, so he can’t say with absolute certainty that there is no God, and as such he can’t claim to be atheist!

Our recent conversations have often been focused on Freud, particularly his psychosexual development theories, and Dawkins, the author of The God Delusion. When Roy gets an idea in his head, it’s imperative that he both share it and convince others of its worthiness. So if you’re not inclined toward his kind of agnosticism, then it’s his challenge to convince you of your error.

There have been many of what I’d call “miracles” in my life, and my agnostic son, Roy, knows of most of them. I brought up this topic, saying: “If there are no miracles in the world, then perhaps there’s no evidence that can’t be explained away by science. If there are miracles in the world, however, then perhaps you should rethink your position. For example, how would you explain the train wreck when I was a teenager?”

His answer, in brief, was: “Simple, Dad. It was a quantum jump.”

We know about electron jumps—like them, my train-wreck experience was just a function of natural law that we have yet to understand. It all has to do with the many-worlds argument and dimensions.

The Garden in the Jungle

The many-worlds argument, quantum jumps, yet-to-be-discovered natural laws—all are reminiscent to me of an old Antony Flew analogy. Flew, a philosopher intellectual, suggested what’s generally referred to as “the gardener story,” or “the falsification debate.” Loosely and admittedly with some exaggeration, the story goes like this: Imagine that two fellows happen upon a garden in the middle of a jungle. The plot appears to be very well kept: Corn, squash, carrots, peas, and so forth grow in straight rows. There are no weeds. The compost windrows are not only straight, but appear to be groomed.

Now, our two gentlemen have different views about this garden. The first man (I’ll call him Believer, or “B” for short) says, “What a nice garden. I wonder where the gardener is.”

The second (I’ll call him Doubter, or just “D”) says, “There is no gardener. This is a natural part of the world. Like so many other perfect relationships in nature, this is a wonder, but it’s totally natural.”

Here are two opposing views of the same thing. B replies, “You have to be kidding. Look at the crops in the garden: they all grow in straight rows. Look at the weeds: there simply are none. Look at the compost windrows: you can see where they’ve recently been groomed with a rake.”

D answers, “It’s just like you to anthropomorphize everything. I suppose someone placed the stars in the sky in exactly the right way to create the Big and the Little Dippers. Look—everything in this natural area you call a garden is no more than a special type of oasis in the midst of a jungle. You wouldn’t peer over a giant sand dune in the desert and argue that the oasis below was created by an oasis builder—or would you?”

B, speaking in a rather annoyed tone, says, “All right. Let’s wait and see. I’ll show you that there’s a gardener. We’ll hide; and when the gardener comes back, you’ll have your proof. How’s that?”

D, just as annoyed, replies, “Fine. That’s just fine, but what if he doesn’t ever appear? Then will you admit there’s no gardener?”

No gardener ever comes. B argues that perhaps the person is invisible, so D installs an electric fence and takes guard dogs to the premises, but no one shows up. The crops still grow in straight lines, no weeds sprout, and the windrows continue to appear to be tended. All this, yet still no gardener.

B continues to believe, and finally D asks the big (and baited) question: “What would it take to convince you that there’s no gardener?”

B answers, “There must be one. Just because we haven’t seen or touched him, the dogs haven’t smelled him, and so forth, doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist!”

D presents the argument of the empiricist, and the belief of B is ridiculed in light of the lack of observable evidence. However, the argument works the other way as well. Take my son Roy, whom I asked: “Are there miracles in the world?” If everything is only a matter of an as-yet-undiscovered natural law, then there are no miracles, and nothing can prove otherwise. The definition contains the subject and the predicate for all intents and purposes. In other words, it’s a tautology (a circular argument) to define miracles as just those events that are explainable by undiscovered natural laws, for there’s always room for the unknown to loom.

I urge you to read both Antony Flew’s original parable and also his newest book, There Is a God. This legendary British philosopher and devout atheist garnered worldwide headlines when he turned theist. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence that I thought of Flew in respect to my son’s quantum jumps; perhaps it’s something else, for Flew is also considered one of the world’s leading authorities on miracles. You decide. What does it all mean? Does it need to mean anything at all?

About the Author:
Eldon Taylor has made a lifelong study of the human mind and has earned doctoral degrees in clinical psychology and pastoral psychology. He is a New York Times best selling author and the CEO of Progressive Awareness Research, an organization dedicated to researching techniques for accessing the immense powers of the mind.

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3 Responses to “What Does That Mean? by Eldon Taylor”

  1. Andrew Mboya says:

    I found the stories of the miracles to be very interesting.

    They present us with perhaps equally interesting questions. How do miracles occur? Do they occur within the framework of ‘natural laws?’ Do we have to pray for supernatural protection? Are there angels out there looking out for us? Why aren’t many others as fortunate in the face of peril? Does our faith determine whether we continue to live or die?

    There are certainly many aspects of our existence that we are yet to discover and come to grips with. For instance: many religions maintain that we are spiritual beings undergoing a human experience; that we are essentially indestructible souls with mortal bodies. Some also maintain that our powers are also commensurate with our faith. i.e., our belief in the existence of a creator who governs the universe, as well as other worlds still unknown to us. If these claims are true, then it means that our existence is still yet to undergo an ‘awakening:’ a realization and awareness of a greater reality than what we currently consider to be the norm.

    As beings with a finite existence, trying to comprehend aspects of reality that have infinite attributes -such as the endless space that is the universe- always presents us with the challenge of how to apprehend what will always remain mystery. I think that it is safe to say that owing to our finiteness, we cannot encompass the reality of the infinite existence that is the Creator, just in as much as the most sophisticated computer cannot ‘know’ its maker, man.

    As humans, we are different from computers in that we have the ability to ‘know.’ Our knowledge is limited however, by the fact that we are ‘not focused’ on the ‘source’ of our knowledge, God, and also by our finite limited, mental capacities.

    I feel that if we allow our minds to remain focused on the ‘Source,’ and concentrate our limited mental capacities in trying to understand the Source, we will ultimately be at a better vantage point in being able to comprehend some of the mysteries of life such as ‘miracles.’
    We may well discover that miracles can be occurrences that are as natural as walking or talking is to us in our daily lives.

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  2. Jan says:

    Many years ago my husband and his friend were putting a new roof on our house. We were putting a heavy slab roof on which needed substantial timber support and was taking a good few days, so I had to continue using the kitchen whilst it was open to the sky. I was washing the dishes in the sink while the men were working above me (foolish I know but it’s easy to become blasé)when all of a sudden I was at the other side of the kitchen, facing the same direction but ‘behind’ where I’d been with no recollection of having moved. (I mention the direction I was facing as if I’d moved myself there I would have turned round). Only as I asked myself how I got there did I realise that a huge (14′ x 7″x 4″) length of timber had fallen and had I still been at the sink it would have landed directly on my head.
    So whether it was the work of a guardian angel, quantum jumping or whatever, I can’t say but I do know it defied the laws of nature as we currently know them.
    And I’m very grateful to who/whatever was looking out for me. I’m not worried about being ‘dead’ but living with brain damage is not something I’d choose to experience.

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  3. Carol says:

    I have had many unexplainable moments in my 55 years, but the leap was made arguing with my now ex-husband on the way home from our business one afternoon. I was so angry, I was hitting him while he drove along a windy country road (2 decades later hormones in betteer shape-we were working 14-16 hours) One moment we were facing a giant tree 20 feet in front of us the next we were magically back on the road.
    My mind has always been open to what can’t be explained and perhaps that’s way I have had so many events. Wish I’d kept a diary…just excited to be living in these times and finding like minds.

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