THE
HIDDEN HAND OF GOD
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN:
MOONDANCE
Written by Rick Archer
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033 |
Serious |
Coincidence
Cosmic Blindness |
1973 |
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Portland Woman song coincidence leads to Rick's disastrous relationship
with Vanessa. However, Rick completely overlooks the coincidence
until 40 years later. |
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032 |
Suspicious |
Cosmic Blindness |
1973 |
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Rick's inability to shut up in Dr. Fujimoto's class gets him thrown out
of graduate school at Colorado State |
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022 |
Serious |
Lucky Break
Cosmic Blindness
Act of Kindness |
1968 |
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Ralph O'Connor hands Rick a full
scholarship to Johns Hopkins University with secret help from Mr. Salls.
Due to Rick's
Senior year Blind Spot,
Rick gives Mr. Salls no credit whatsoever for this remarkable good
fortune. |
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020 |
Ultra-Serious |
Coincidence
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness |
1968 |
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Caught cheating on German test
due to a very improbable coincidence.
The unacceptable loss of common sense led to the development of Rick's
Cosmic Blindness theory |
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018 |
Suspicious |
Cosmic Blindness |
1968 |
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Additional Blind Spot regarding less expensive in-state tuition puts
Rick in a real bind regarding his dream of attending college in the
Fall. |
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017 |
Suspicious |
Cosmic Blindness |
1967 |
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Senior Year Blind Spot regarding Mr. Salls and the college scholarship
he secretly arranged to Johns Hopkins |
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016 |
Serious |
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness |
1967 |
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Rick's Mother forgets about child support, gets blind-sided into buying
a house she cannot afford. This mistake leads to the unfortunate
Little Mexico situation that drives Rick to the edge of madness. |
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013 |
Serious |
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness |
1964 |
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Rick's mother
mysteriously fails to take him to doctor following his serious acne
attack. Her delay initiated Rick's Epic Losing Streak with women,
a span that would last 20 years. High School Hell begins. |
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004 |
Suspicious |
Unlucky Break
Cosmic Blindness
Act of Kindness |
1961 |
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Rick's mother loses her mind and
nearly kills both during the Blue
Christmas ride to Virginia. Fortunately, the kindness of a gas
station manager and Dick and Lynn give my mother a fighting chance to
start over. |
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Rick Archer's Note:
The Portland Woman song
was the key that opened the door to the most painful
relationship of my entire life. There would be other
evil women down the road, but none of them could hold a
candle to Vanessa. She was the woman who put the
exclamation point in my Epic Losing Streak.
I would like my Readers to
study the list of potential Cosmic Blindness
incidents. By my count, my inability to
notice the Portland Woman coincidence was the 9th
incident where a lack of common sense led to dire
consequences. We are far enough into the
Hidden Hand of God to discuss Cosmic
Blindness in further detail. I am not a Bible
scholar, but I am aware that subtle references to
God-related Blindness are sprinkled throughout.
My favorite example involved St. Paul. Paul
had spent his entire life persecuting the Jews.
Then came the day Jesus opened Paul's eyes to his
mistake on the road to Damascus. Blinded by
the light, Paul became a follower of Jesus Christ
and went on to help found the religion of
Christianity.
I do not believe I am the only
person who has ever wondered if God sometimes
removes our common sense as a way to enact our Fate.
The best example on my List was the time my mother
waited three and a half days to take me to the
doctor following my overnight acne explosion.
The doctor was furious. How could any
mother overlook the fact that her son had a raging
infection left unchecked?
One of the telltale signs of
Cosmic Blindness is 'uncharacteristic behavior'.
My mother's delay was uncharacteristic. Two
years earlier I became extremely ill on a cold and
rainy Boy Scout camping trip. I was so sick I
was forced to beg for an early ride home. My
mother called the doctor the instant I walked in the
door. On the day I cut my eye out with a
knife, she took me to the emergency room pronto.
Do you see my point? My mother behaved
correctly on both occasions, but failed to exercise
common sense during the acne explosion. And
what was the result? My severe case of facial
scarring would one day lead to a successful career
as a dance instructor. In other words, maybe
it was my Fate to have those scars. If so, it
seems possible that Cosmic
Blindness was used to create my mother's unfortunate delay.
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Let's analyze my failure to notice
the Coincidence between the Portland Woman
song and Vanessa's plans to move to Portland,
Oregon. Prior to Vanessa's entrance into my life,
I spent two years in college studying concepts such as
Coincidence and Divine Intervention. In the
process I documented a lengthy list of personal Coincidences. By
the time I met Vanessa, the List of potential
Supernatural events hovered
around 30. Who better to recognize a Supernatural
Event in the making than Rick Archer, Coincidence Hunter
Extraordinaire?
But I struck out. I
completely missed it. Why? There are all
sorts of reasons, some Realistic, some Mystic. One
Realistic reason is that I was seriously distracted by
Vanessa's beguiling charms. Another reason would
be that I did not know the impact Vanessa would have on
my life at the time. But in this case, I think the
Mystic reason wins the prize. I believe I was
Cosmically Blinded to prevent me from being on guard.
Let me explain. I was certain that Prom Queen
Cheryl was a Supernatural Event from the start.
Given that Cheryl was light years beyond me in terms of
attractiveness, I made sure not to fall in love with
her. Seeing Cheryl as a rent-a-girlfriend Cosmic gift, I enjoyed
her, but made sure not to get attached. Given that
Vanessa was light years beyond me in terms of
attractiveness, I should have approached her with
caution the same
way. But I didn't. Instead I
walked into this relationship with my eyes closed and my
heart unguarded. Naive and inexperienced, I was
more or less defenseless as Vanessa took me to the absolute
lowest point of my life. I refer to the damage she
caused as the
Curse of Vanessa.
And how exactly did the Curse begin?
With a song titled Portland Woman.
I wanna get me a Portland woman
I don't wanna be alone tonight
I wanna get me a Portland woman
Portland women treat you right
Portland's gonna be mine tonight
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There is an anomaly here. Perhaps my perceptive
Readers have already noticed it.
How can someone 'miss' a Coincidence and 'notice'
it at the same time? There is a very
interesting footnote to this story. To better
appreciate the twist, I need to explain why I knew the words
to 'Portland Woman' in the first place.
During Graduate School, I
shared an office with a student who had a fondness
for progressive country rock. As we studied, Glen played two albums
over and over, one by the Eagles, one by New Riders of the Purple Sage.
I didn't mind. I liked the music. One day as the music
played in the background, a curious thought came into my mind.
What could I talk about with a girl I met in a bar? There
were two songs, 'Take it Easy' and 'Portland Woman', that
dealt with the 'Art of the Pick-Up'. Something told me that
if I knew the lines to these songs better, they might come in handy
someday. You think I am making this up, don't you? Trust me,
this is the absolute truth.
Unfortunately, there was a problem with my strategy.
I have trouble remembering song lyrics just from listening to them.
I can hum a line or
so from 'Frosty the Snowman' or 'People are Strange', but
that's my limit. I know people who can hear a song and the lyrics automatically stick in their mind.
Not me. I need to see the lyrics in order to remember them.
On a whim
I began to write the lyrics longhand
to 'Take it Easy' and 'Portland Woman' as the songs played
in my office (I still have the page I wrote them down on).
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When I was done, I memorized each word.
Considering the task
took two hours, I wondered why I had wasted all this
time. Why did I go to so much trouble? What do you think?
Don't you agree it is weird to spend two hours memorizing two songs for
such a flimsy
reason?
Here is what I find
interesting. These became the only two songs I knew by heart.
Even better, the lyrics were fresh in my mind. When I met Vanessa two weeks later,
I learned she would be moving to
Portland
soon. That prompted me to say Portland Woman was
my favorite song. Vanessa laughed and accused me of making this
up. After I sang her the song, Vanessa was so tickled she wrote me
a letter the same day, thereby opening the door.
As one can
gather, this
was a very serious coincidence.
Out
of all the songs in the Universe, Rick Archer only knows the words to
two songs, one of which leads to a serious love affair. So naturally I added
this story to the List, right? No! Since I did not
understand the importance at the time, the thought never crossed my
mind. 40 years later I
decided to write this book. Intent on getting the
story of how I met Vanessa correct, I recalled that I kept a diary. As I reviewed the details, I was stunned to
discover a mention of 'Portland Woman'.
Wow! How could I have forgotten this?
Thanks to the gift
of Hindsight, this time I understood the powerful Impact
that song had on my life.
After adding the
Portland Woman story to the Supernatural List, I gave
this discovery a great deal of thought.
When a curious event occurs, we have no way to know its
future impact. That is why many coincidences go
unnoticed. But in my case, my memory had been
restored in a very odd way.
Who am I to
presume that I know what God is thinking? However, I
do have the right to speculate.
I have often felt guided to write this book.
What if God wanted me to include
the story of the Portland Woman coincidence in my book?
A woman once wrote a book titled "Coincidence is God's Way of Staying
Anonymous."
Maybe God is tired of being anonymous. Maybe God wants me to explain
how His Hidden Hand remains undetected
unless one pays very careful attention. More than
likely this crazy thought is me letting my imagination get carried away. But
what if my hunch is right? Based on this incident and others like it, God not only wants me to write this
book, He wants to make sure I don't leave
anything out.
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MONDAY, November 5,
1973
Colorado state, age 24
Moondance
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And so, thanks to a goofy yet meaningful song,
our courtship began. We met for lunch every day. When possible, Vanessa made sure
to drop by my office. With the door
closed, we kissed. Eleven days passed.
It was time for the next
step. Late on Monday evening, November 5, I
drove over to Vanessa's house. Vanessa wasted
no time.
First she put on her favorite album, Van
Morrison's classic Moondance.
Upon her return to the
couch, Vanessa carefully removed one item of her
clothing at a time. Her striptease definitely
got my attention. Meanwhile I took the
hint and removed my clothing as well.
When the title song came on, Vanessa took
that as her cue. She crawled into my
arms and we
began to make love.
Unfortunately ,
we did not get very far. Two minutes after we started,
someone began to pound heavily on the front door.
Whoever was out there began to holler.
"Open up, goddamn it! I know you're in there, Vanessa!"
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It was a man's
voice, a very angry man. Vanessa froze as
did I. Needless to say, we disengaged rapidly. Thank goodness
the door was locked. The curtains were closed so our
intruder
could not see us, but no doubt he could hear the music.
I had the distinct impression whoever was banging on that
door knew exactly what that particular song meant.
The heavy pounding on the door
ten feet
away had us both spooked. Vanessa turned white
and put her finger to her lips. Silence! I
nodded. Sensing danger, I pulled my pants back on. Since Vanessa's clothes were strewn in every
direction, she found a blanket to cover
herself.
Meanwhile the ominous pounding continued. Looking
around, I noted with relief that the room was dimly lit with candles.
There was just enough light to tell that Vanessa
was trembling violently. Vanessa tried to be brave, but
she was clearly terrified. She
whispered that the man would leave soon if we
said nothing. She was right; two minutes later
the pounding stopped. We sat there in silence
just in case the pounding resumed. Vanessa
continued to shake. This guy really had her number.
When five minutes passed without
further drama, I began to relax a little. In a
whisper I asked Vanessa to explain what that was all
about.
"Shortly before I met you, I broke up with my
longtime boyfriend Kenny. He is the
star shortstop on the school's baseball team.
Kenny is very good looking and he knows it.
Women come easy to Kenny, but the sonofabitch
has cheated on me one time too many. He's
the main reason I've decided to move back to
Portland. I refuse to take his abuse any
more. The problem is that Kenny always
wants what Kenny can't have. He won't leave
me alone. He isn't used to a woman who turns
her back on him, so now he is determined to get
me back. However, that isn't going to
happen. I'm sick of him. I'm sick of his
stunts."
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At that
point Vanessa smiled. She put
her hand to my cheek. "Don't worry about Kenny.
I am perfectly happy to be with you. You are very special to
me."
Vanessa got up and
started the Moondance song again. When she returned to
the couch, she dropped the blanket. Barely able to breathe, I
marveled at the beauty of her perfectly curved body. Vanessa turned me on way too much for my own
good. I also thought this interruption sure was a strange way to start a love
affair.
My third thought was a
decision to surrender to the music.
I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the morning has come And I know that the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run
It's a marvelous night for a Moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies
As we made love, I
smiled at the line about October skies. October was my
favorite time of the year... cool air, falling leaves, pumpkins, ghosts and goblins.
Technically tonight was
November, but why quibble? With this woman in my arms, it
felt like a Halloween treat to me. I was bewitched by the most beautiful woman I had ever made love to.
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THE HIDDEN HAND OF GOD
Chapter
NINETEEN:
TREACHERY
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