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THE YEAR OF LIVING DANGEROUSLY

CHAPTER EIGHTY NINE:

THE DESTINY LETTER

Written by Rick Archer 

 

 
 
Sunday, OCTOBER 7, 1979

VICTORIA'S DESTINY LETTER
 

It was Sunday morning.  Victoria had moved home yesterday to protect her parental rights.  Jennifer was a lost cause and my dance career was in ruins.  Alone in my house, I had little else to do but give Victoria's brief stay a great deal of thought. 

On Doorstep Night, I thought my big mistake was letting Victoria into my house.  After talking to Jennifer, I changed my mind.  I did nothing wrong to let Victoria enter my house.  My mistake was letting her into my bed.  With just a modicum of common sense, I could have saved my relationship with Jennifer and been spared this Blackmail predicament.  All I had to do was keep my clothes on.  If I had done that, as Victoria dressed to return to her daughter after Doorstep Night, I would have realized her claim of moving in with me was a total sham.  Problem solved.  But I did not keep my clothes on.  Instead I chose "precisely the thing that was worst for me".

 

That brought me to the Ultimate Question.  What would cause my Warning System to fail at a time when I was begging for a way out of this trap?  I was not impaired in any way.  My mind was on full alert, I was not tired, I was not drunk, I had overcome my attraction to Victoria back in August.  And yet for no obvious reason, the Warning Signals failed to appear.

I could think of no reason why warnings and useful solutions had failed to cross my mind's eye.  What would cause my Warning System to short-circuit?  Panic perhaps?  There was no panic; I was just Brain Dead.  Here is what troubled me the most.  Prior to Doorstep Night, I had believed I was too smart to make a mistake of this magnitude.  In regards to Victoria's various attempts to initiate an Affair, I felt like Mighty Casey at the bat.  For an entire year, I had consistently made the right decision to avoid crossing the line with this glamorous woman.  And yet at the single most important moment of my life, my mind betrayed me.  Strike Three. 

Now I was faced with the most serious mistake I had ever made in my life.  Convinced Fate was involved in this outcome, I decided the only way I could make a mistake of this magnitude would be if someone tampered with my mind.  Strangely enough, Victoria reached the identical conclusion independent of me. 

 

In the middle of her five-night stay, Victoria left her 'Destiny Letter' on my kitchen table before leaving to attend to Stephanie.  I found it later that morning when I went for coffee.   

"Hi Honey,  I hope you will accept this small gift from me.  I knew you were down and thought in some small way I could say 'I'm thinking of you and I Love you.'

I hurt right now and I'm scared, but I still know that you are the most important person in my life and have been lighting up my life for some time now.

I know too that our relationship has not always been easy, but I have always felt that our being together was Destiny.  It's like no matter what happens, the Universe keeps pushing me in your direction and I can't seem to let go of you."

I winced when I saw the "Hi Honey".  Those were her words, not mine.  When Victoria said she loved me, I thought she was sincere.  Or at least she was sincere when she wrote it.  Okay, Victoria loves me.  No one ever said that Love has to make sense.  However, no matter how much she loved me, I believed Victoria should have stood by the promise she made to Michael. 

Lots of people feel Love for someone else, but they still have the decency to honor their marital vow.  Why would Victoria betray Michael?  He never did anything I know of to deserve being abandoned.  And what about Stephanie?  In Hindsight, due to her failure to involve her daughter at my house, Victoria's idea of living together never had a ghost of a chance to succeed.  Why didn't Victoria think about that before she moved in and ruined her life, my life, and Michael's life?

 

Victoria was a remarkable mother.  Throughout our relationship, Victoria struck me as a caring, responsible mother who doted on her daughter.  For that matter, Michael was equally strong.  In my book, both parents were superior.  Despite their marital problems, Michael and Victoria showed responsible teamwork in the care of their young daughter.  Not once did they fail to keep their word about their supervision schedule.  There were many times they despised each other, but they refused to use Stephanie as a pawn. 

Victoria loved her daughter with a passion.  Knowing how much Stephanie loved her father, knowing how important security is to a child, knowing how comfortable the girl was in her own home, knowing their neighborhood was safe and that the nearby schools excellent, it seemed impossible that a mother of Victoria's caliber would dream of jeopardizing her daughter's happiness. 

Here is my point.  I have already explained why I believe my mind was tampered with on Doorstep Night.  Now I wish to explain why I believe Victoria was also operating under the spell of Cosmic Blindness. 

What woman in her right mind would deliberately hurt a caring husband like Michael?  

What mother in her right mind would rip her daughter from the child's father without a compelling REASON? 

How was Victoria ever going to justify making her daughter live in my broken-down house given the beautiful home the young girl had grown up in?

How did Victoria justify placing the frivolous Disco dance scene above a highly successful marriage? 

What was the point of pursuing a dance teacher whose career was on the verge of collapse?

Victoria's decisions on Doorstep Night make so little sense, no other explanation but Cosmic Blindness satisfies me.  Maybe this is why they say Love is Blind. 

 
 

PSYCHOLOGY VERSUS SUPERNATURAL
 

I believe the field of Psychology arose in an attempt to solve a mystery.  Rational people fear the Irrational.  If there is one thing that drives Rational people crazy, it is when someone who has been competent their entire life suddenly behaves like a fool.  People who drive their car over their husband three times for example.  I suspect crazy stories happen more often than one would think.  In fact, crazy behavior is so much a part of the human condition that the fortune-telling system called Tarot contains a card known as 'The Fool'. 

The Fool depicts a youth who carelessly walks into danger.  If the Fool takes one more step, he will topple over a cliff.  Where has this man's common sense gone to?  There is a worried dog barking at the heel of the Fool.  The dog is trying to warn the man of the danger.  However the warning does no good because he is a Blind Fool who refuses to pay attention.  There is no explanation why the young man is so stupid.  Maybe he was born that way.  Or, if there is such a thing as Fate, maybe the Fool is ordinarily a sensible lad until the day comes when he is rendered blind.  If the Fool survives his fall, no doubt he will spend the rest of his life wondering why he became so stupid that he did not see the cliff. 

Sad to say, Victoria reminded me of the Fool.  Gosh, if she had just listened to me when I barked at her!  How many times had I warned Victoria to concentrate on her marriage instead of me?  On Doorstep Night, I agonized over what could cause a woman who had it all to do a stupid thing like throw away a good marriage in pursuit of a man who did not want her?  I was the man deemed inferior according to the Husband List, so why would Victoria want to trade Michael for me?  Good grief, Victoria didn't listen to Michael, she didn't listen to me, she didn't even listen to herself.  What prevented her from listening?

I suspected Cosmic Blindness, a theory that claims our common sense can be temporarily blocked at certain key points in our life.  I strongly believe there are two, possibly three moments in every person's life when they will make the worst, most stupid decision imaginable.  In the absence of the usual Warning messages we take for granted, we unwittingly do something so totally stupid that we will spend the rest of our lives wondering what the hell went wrong.  If you suspect I am referring to myself, you are correct.  I have spent my entire life thinking about Doorstep Night. 

Unfortunately, while Cosmic Blindness is an interesting theory, it lacks proof.  Unless the Reader has experienced a similar event where you feel like you lost your mind in the strangest of circumstances, my theory is easily dismissed.  So I asked if Psychology had an adequate explanation for Victoria's extraordinary mistake.  

 

Although Psychology has all kinds of theories to explain the cause of self-destructive behavior, when it came to diagnosing something as complicated as Doorstep Night, I was not sure Psychology was up to the task.  Typically when an otherwise intelligent person loses their mind, Psychology falls back on its favorite theory of the Unconscious Mind.  Only one problem.  There is no scientific proof that the Unconscious exists.  Fortunately, Psychology has learned other ways to explain self-destructive behavior (we will get to that shortly).

I once experienced a bout with an unusual form of mental illness known as 'Phobia'.  Most people do not take Phobia seriously since there is a simple solution.  If you are deathly afraid of being bit by a dog, stay away from dogs.  And what was my problem?  I was afraid of being bitten by a beautiful woman.  And what was my solution?  I avoided beautiful women.

You may think I'm kidding, but not this time.  After I got kicked out of graduate school, I returned to Houston in despair.  Living alone in an apartment, I did not have a friend in the world.  As a result I was very lonely.  Unfortunately, the tried and true avenues of finding a girlfriend were denied to me.  There was no woman in sight for me to date at my apartment project.  The women at my job were all married.  In order to seek a girlfriend, I had no choice but to visit a bar.  That would require the courage to approach women who were complete strangers.  Forget it.  I could not make myself do it.  Sorry to say, I stayed locked in my apartment after work for an entire month.  I was so terrified of a woman's rejection, the thought of approaching a woman I did not know made me tremble violently.

So what caused this problem?  Was it the Unconscious?  No.  During graduate school a woman named Vanessa had betrayed me in an unusually cruel way.  Making the first move with women had long been an issue of torment, but Vanessa's cold heart made my fear grow much worse.  By the time I was back in Houston, my fear of a woman's rejection had escalated to epic proportions.  Thrown from the saddle one time too many, I was like the cowboy who can't get back up.  Like an untreated infection, my fear of rejection had intensified from strong anxiety into full-blown Phobia, a condition typically associated with excessive fear of spiders, snakes, mean dogs and flying. 

"Phobia is a persistent, abnormal, irrational fear of a situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the conscious awareness and frequent reassurance from others that the new threat is probably not dangerous."

Is it possible to have a Phobia towards approaching women who are strangers?  I could make a case for it.  Of course I knew that pretty girls are not dangerous.  However, right now they were dangerous to me.  Once bitten, twice shy.  At the moment, the mere thought of some woman telling me to brush off made me sick in my stomach.   So what is my point?  There was nothing Supernatural about this.  Everything I had learned about neurotic behavior in graduate school was sufficient to explain the severity of my condition. 

Okay, Psychology had me covered in regards to Phobia, but what about Victoria's bizarre behavior?  What would cause her to obsess over a man she agreed was inferior to her husband?  What would cause her to risk damaging her daughter's well-being?  Why would she consider betraying a husband who had been incredibly good to her, a man who had done nothing to deserve this?  Why would a woman who had experienced a lifetime of success suddenly head for the cliff?  Why didn't she listen to the barking dog? 

I imagine I would have spent the rest of my life looking to Psychology for the answers except for one thing: Victoria's Destiny Letter.  This letter was a game changer.  For starters, it helped validate my Cosmic Blindness theory.  Victoria had openly admitted her obsession with me did not make a bit of sense.  In addition, she blamed Fate for her condition. 

"It's like no matter what happens, the Universe keeps pushing me in your direction and I can't seem to let go of you."

Her letter also led me in a different direction.  I began to consider the possible existence of Evil Spells.  Given Victoria's strange transformation from the Golden Sunshine Girl to Mistress of the Dark, I began to wonder if it was possible for Victoria to be the victim of a Fairy Tale curse.  Laugh if you wish, but I am completely serious.  Starting with her Tirade in early January, Victoria underwent an extreme change of behavior for the worse.  The woman who manipulated me on Doorstep Night was not the same person who had been my cheerful friend at this time last year.  Now, adding to the mystery, Victoria had just written a very touching letter to suggest her heart of gold was still beating underneath her deceitful exterior.  What could have caused this horrible transformation?

To me, Victoria's Dark Side was 'Uncharacteristic Behavior'.  She had once been a charming, delightful woman full of spark and goodness.  Now look at her.  What could explain Victoria's drastic transformation to the Dark Side?  Of course any time a person goes haywire, we are trained to look to Psychology for an explanation.  After all, the field of Psychology developed as a way to explain why otherwise intelligent people suddenly begin to act in irrational ways.  As it turns out, whenever the Unconscious Mind explanation fails to satisfy, Psychology has a backup strategy known as 'Blind Spots'.  This includes the well-known corollary, 'Love is Blind'. 

 

Psychology openly admits there is a feature of a diseased mind known as a "Blind Spot".  A psychological Blind Spot inhabits an unconscious area of your mind that you are unaware of, even though it is evident to others. 

For example, 'Rick Archer was precisely the wrong choice and EVERYONE BUT VICTORIA could see it.

So what causes this Blind Spot? 

"Unconscious Cognitive Processes.

 

Seriously?  So now we are back to the Unconscious.  Where would Psychology be without Sigmund Freud?

It all comes down to one thing: "People have a strange knack for choosing precisely what is worst for them."  That quote describes Victoria to perfection.  I think we can agree that Blind Spots and Extremely Poor Judgment in times of stress are a form of Mental Illness.  However, has it ever occurred to anyone that Mental Illness might not actually come from within our own minds?  I wonder if Mental Illness can be imposed upon us from beyond.  The ancients certainly believed it was possible.  Why do you suppose they put all those witches to death for the alleged crime of casting an evil spell?

Oddly enough, it was Victoria who first suggested there might be a Supernatural explanation for her woes (and mine as well).  This came after our second performing accident.  After pointing out how I had experienced four dance accidents in a row, Victoria speculated that I was cursed.   

"I'm sorry, Rick, but I just can't believe anyone can have four accidents in a row and not be responsible somehow.  I want you to listen to me.  Let's say I have a girlfriend who keeps having car wrecks.  My friend has a perfectly reasonable explanation for the first accident, so I extend sympathy to her.  Then she has a second accident... but she says wasn't her fault... and a third accident... but she says it wasn't her fault... and a fourth accident... but it still wasn't her fault.  Four car wrecks and she claims that not one time was it her fault.  At some point I have to wonder if my girlfriend is changing the facts or leaving out some of the details.  Four accidents is lot of accidents.  Is my girlfriend telling the truth?  Some part of me believes she must be fibbing.  No one has four accidents in a row where they are guiltless!  It defies the imagination, it defies the odds.  Surely my girlfriend has to be responsible in some way.  That is why I have trouble believing you.  You make a convincing argument why you were blameless with your first two accidents, but I worry you must be leaving something out to make yourself look better."

"I see your point, Victoria.  Your logic makes perfect sense.  But just because you say the odds are against me, I am not going to back down.  All four accidents were out of my control.  I did not turn out the lights at the Ritz.  A woman shoved me in the back at Spats.  You agree you were perfectly balanced at the Lighthouse when the fan blade hit your feet up in the air.  As for Foley's, my arm was in the right position just like it was supposed to be.  Go ahead, you tell me why these accidents were my fault.  You and I train together and we have never had a problem.  It is only when we perform that we have a problem.  It makes no sense to me what is going on."

"All right, Rick, maybe you are blameless.  But what if you have a Curse?  If you are cursed, then the odds don't matter anymore.  Bad things happen no matter how hard you try to prevent them.  I hate to talk this way, but I think you are jinxed somehow.  Have you ever wondered if you have some sort of black cloud hanging over you?  Four consecutive accidents where you claim to have done nothing wrong makes no rational sense."

 

Victoria scored a direct hit with her suggestion.  I stared at her feeling dumbfounded.  Victoria was the first person I had ever met who openly believed in Fate just as much as I did.  These dance accidents were so weird, I had given up looking for a Realistic explanation.  Now I found that Victoria felt the same way.  Since my accidents made no rational sense, Victoria had looked to the Supernatural for her explanation. 

Guess what?  I agreed with her.  Indeed, Victoria's fear was rubbing off on me.  Our most recent accident sowed a seed of doubt that gnawed like acid at my confidence.  I had four straight failures haunting me.  Was Victoria was right or wrong?  Who could say.  However, no matter which way I looked at it, I was having a hard time maintaining confidence in my ability as a performer.  The thought that I had a Dance Curse weighed heavily on my mind.  On one level, my rational mind continued to believe I was blameless in all four accidents.  On another level, I had started to believe Victoria that I was cursed.  We were scheduled to perform at Annabelle's this coming Sunday.  Victoria begged me not to do it, but I said we had made a commitment and our students would expect us to be there. 

"Okay, but do me a favor.  Don't lead anything that is even remotely risky.  Let's see if we can have just one performance where no one gets hurt."

That was the night Victoria nearly put a woman in the hospital with an inadvertent Karate Chop to her throat.  That made it five accidents in a row.  Considering the remote odds, I was reminded of the adage when Fate is involved, anything is possible.  This was too much for Victoria.  She was certain the realm of the Supernatural was responsible for these accidents.  Now it was not just my curse, it was her curse too.    Frightened by the implications, Victoria believed God had told her to stop performing. 

 

And what did I think?  I believed a better interpretation of the Dance Curse was to breaks things off with me and honor her husband's request to pay more attention to her marriage.  I could see it.  Michael could see it.  So why couldn't Victoria see it?  From where I stood, Victoria was both Blind and Cursed.

There was once a time when many people believed in witches, magic spells, love potions, and curses.  Since religious persecution was rampant, people had to watch what they said.  Suspected witches were tortured and burned at the stake.  Due to the danger, the safest way to discuss magical ideas was to pretend they were a joke or some sort of nonsensical Fairy Tale. 

"There was once a beautiful princess who lived a charmed life.  Then on her sixteenth birthday a terrible Curse befell her.

Did I really believe Victoria was the victim of an Evil Spell?  Yes and no.  I could easily see Victoria as a modern day Sleeping Beauty who lost her mind on her 30th birthday due to a terrible Curse.  However, not even I was superstitious enough to believe a witch had caused this.  On the other hand, I was willing to believe what people once thought was a Curse caused by an Evil Spell was quite possibly a form of Cosmic Blindness. 

 

I think Evil Spells became a common feature of Fairy Tales because no one could understand why seemingly intelligent people go off the deep end from time to time.  As the Age of Science emerged, the Hidden World of Magical Beings was soundly denounced.  Consequently we now scoff at such things as witches and a Hidden World.  People love fairy tales, but no one takes them seriously.  Back in the old days people blamed uncharacteristic behavior on evil spells.  However, when someone goes off their rocker these days, we blame it on unconscious Blind Spots.   Personally, I think the theory of Blind Spots sounds like something similar to the Tarot.  Or Cosmic Blindness for that matter.  It seems to me that sometimes Psychological Theory comes dangerously close to sounding like Mysticism. 

As J.K. Rowling pointed out, the Curse of Mankind is our well-known tendency to make stupid mistakes.  But what about Madness?  Has it ever occurred to anyone that Blind Spots and Mental Illness might not originate from within?  Perhaps it is imposed upon us from beyond by Fate.  Hear me out.  Earlier I told the story of how my fear of rejection kept me locked in my apartment for nearly a month. 

There were valid Psychological reasons for my problem.  I had just undergone the trauma of being told I was unsuitable to become a therapist.  Which is another way of saying I was too sick to be of much help to someone else.  I took that as a shameful condemnation of me as a person, perhaps the worst rebuke imaginable.  In addition, the woman I loved had cheated on me, then lied about it for a month.  Having hit Rock Bottom on my return to Houston, I felt incredibly vulnerable.  Given that my self-esteem was shattered nearly beyond repair, of course I was terrified of taking even the slightest risk. 

Night after night I remained alone in my apartment trying without luck to work up the courage to go somewhere and find a woman to talk to.  Despite my woes, it never crossed my mind there might be a Supernatural purpose to my suffering.  However, I do recall pleading for a way to get myself going again.  One night I had a surprising idea.  Maybe there was a book that could teach me how to get a conversation started with a woman I did not know.  So I visited a bookstore.  Believe it or not, such a book existed.  It contained one very valuable suggestion.  It said, "The easiest polite way to get a woman in your arms that you do not know is ask her to dance."

I was very attracted to this idea, but there was a major problem.  Based on prior experience, I already knew that dancing did not come naturally to me.  If I were to commit to this idea, it would require a long uphill struggle.  But what choice did I have?  My back was against the wall and this suggestion was my first ray of hope since getting thrown out of graduate school. 

Here is my point.  My mental illness, or 'Phobia' if you prefer, served a purpose.  Under normal circumstances, if I was not so sick, I could have found a girlfriend and never had the slightest need for dance lessons.  Interestingly, the dance suggestion worked.  It took some time, roughly five years, but through dance I regained my self-esteem.  I also gained a career.  For this reason, I think it is very possible that my bout with Phobia had been imposed upon me from beyond as a way to lead me to my Destiny.

If so, was it possible that Victoria's obsession with me was imposed from Beyond as part of her Destiny?  She definitely thought so.

"I know too that our relationship has not always been easy, but I have always felt that our being together was Destiny.  It's like no matter what happens, the Universe keeps pushing me in your direction and I can't seem to let go of you."

What if Victoria was right?  Perhaps Victoria was at the mercy of the "Caprice of the Fates".  I certainly think so.  I firmly believe our tortured relationship was a Fated Event.  In that case, perhaps her weird behavior was imposed from beyond for a Fated purpose. 

I am not saying that Psychology is wrong.  What I am saying is that an atheist such as Sigmund Freud would have witnessed the same strange behavior as me and interpreted things from his Material World point of view.  However, sometimes abnormal behavior is so strange, I imagine Freud would be hard-pressed to find a good explanation.  At a loss for anything better, he invented the Unconscious.  And then I come along, see the same behavior and interpret it through the lens of Fate.  When Fate is involved, anything is possible. That very well might include casting an Evil Spell on Victoria as part of her Fate for this lifetime.  If this is true, who knows, Cosmic Blindness may very well be "The Unconscious" and "Blind Spots" by another name. 

So which interpretation of Victoria's struggle is correct?  That is for you to decide.

 


RICK ARCHER'S LIST OF SUSPECTED SUPERNATURAL EVENTS
 

 
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Serious

Predestination
Cosmic Blindness

 1979
  Doorstep Night.  In a bizarre twist of Fate, Victoria & Rick live together for one week under the strangest of circumstances.  When this turns out to be a serious mistake, Rick wonders if Cosmic Blindness was responsible.
 
 

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER VICTORIA'S U-TURN?
 

Believe it or not, Victoria's U-Turn is where my Year of Living Dangerously ends.  Considering I am barely hanging on by thread, call it a 'Cliffhanger'.  However, fear not, the next book awaits you. 

 

With Disco on its Death Bed, The SSQQ Western Era tells the tale of how I latched onto Country-Western dancing as the only possible way to save my failing dance career.  In addition, I explain how I persuaded Jennifer to give me another chance while simultaneously dealing with an increasingly fragile Victoria.  If you have enjoyed Joanne's role in throwing me a lifeline, she plays a very important role in my next book. 

Best of all, I will explain how the perils of my sordid love life were directly responsible for the development of the largest dance studio in Houston.   It is a wild story, full of drama, scandal, heartbreak, and... yes... more Supernatural Events.  Plus I will introduce you to the infamous Wizard of Oz.

I promise you will not be disappointed.   In the meantime, thank you for reading my book.

Rick Archer
2025

 
 

 

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