Do you think about fate?

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most people bit off more than they could chew, when they agreed to incarnate on this hellworld. they are fated to struggle.

Well I don't know that fate actually exists, however people are born with certain genetics that influence their physical body, brain and their psychological state. so there are things people do not control that can contribute to certain experiances or reactions to experiances...so that's probably all fate is.

Other then that I don't follow any religions and I don't think the christian version of God exists, there is probably some sort of energy in the universe that one could describe as a god....but I'm not sure on that one. I also think its possible that something intelligent could be manipulating humans in certain ways......but not 'gods' or 'demons' but lets think what would someone living in ancient times mistake for a god or demon...or maybe I just think too much.

Fate gets in my way all the time. Once my mate wanted a day off work and was thinking of an excuse, but I told her not to tell them that she's sick, as in vomiting, in case it might ''attempt fate''.

To deny the existence of guardian angels, or aliens in another dimension, whatever......is missing out on opportunities for fringe benefits and double happiness

There are more things in heaven and earth.....Horatio

just as a good child looks to their parents admiringly, and is rewarded with their loving care and precise attentions

and the bad child disrespects their parents authority and has a subsequent life of hell

parental performance issues aside, more in terms of a powerful benevolent/malevolent force upon ones life

Big brother and Autism Speaks has plans for your fate, and your children's fate, my lovelies

Aspies fate under NWO is for low functioning to disappear from society.... and HFA to work on the machines of progress for the illuminated ones benefits

Mythopoetic ruminations aside, most here dont even avoid junk food so fate will visit them with crisps in hand

I will tell you about something that happened to me. About as far back as I can remember in my childhood, roller coasters have been a special intense interest of mine. One thing I always dreamed of was to have my own roller coaster---no other like it. But my love was for historic wooden roller coasters. So how could I ever have my own unique roller coaster that was historical? It would already have existed and therefore not be unique anymore if I were to build it. Well...I felt the compulsion to get on Ebay over 10 years ago and search for roller coaster stuff. And what did I find?---A strange looking roller coaster plan with so little description that no one was bidding on it. One could barely make anything out about it in the fuzzy photograph. But I felt compelled to bid on it. And I got it for around 50 dollars. I had no idea what I was getting. When it arrived, I was astounded. It was an original drawn roller coaster blueprint on linen cloth paper dated back to April of 1928. It was hand drawn by the designer. But strangely, it was not signed---so the designer is unknown. I called the historical society of the town it was to be built in, and they said that in 1928 there were plans to expand the park and build new rides, but the plans fell through and the park closed shortly afterward. What I have is the only blueprint of this never built 1928 roller coaster in existence. And it is a wild design. So I see fate as giving me my wish---I own a historic roller coaster (in blueprint form) that is a one-of-a-kind. That was my wish.

I have some other stories of fate (or coincidence) that I may share later.

I used to be a huge believer in fate, and thought that the culmination of one's actions always lead to some deserved outcome. I believed in karma, and as a result was very careful of my actions. Now, I'm the complete opposite, and now believe in coincidences rather than events in one's life necessarily having effects or inherent meanings.

When I was in high school in the early 1980s I often visited a particular music store near my town. In 1982 they got in a most fascinating instrument---a Kimball Xanadu electronic organ. I fell in love with it. I wanted that organ so bad I could not explain it. But the price tag...ohhh...$30,000 (in 1982 dollars which is around $68,000 in today's dollars). Well...it was out of the question. I used to dream about playing on that organ in my family's house. But it was too expensive. The years went by, and Kimball quit making organs. I called some music stores on occasion that dealt in used organs, but they told me the Xanadu was so rare that they hadn't seen one even when they were new. So I gave up. Around 1996 I was at school during parent teacher conferences (I am a teacher), and I got a very strange feeling. I kept getting a panic type feeling to call the music store near my town. When I got home, I called the music store and asked the question, "Do you ever get Kimball Xanadu's by any chance?" The salesman on the phone stuttered for a moment and said, "You will not believe what they are bringing in through the doors of the store at this very moment---an old Kimball Xanadu." The next day I drove there to see it. It was beautiful. They wanted $5,000 for it. After trading in my organ, they delivered it to my house. Then the nightmare began.

Although it worked beautifully at the music store, it didn't work properly in my house. They sent repairman after repairman---and no one could fix it. After six months, the store gave up and said they would trade me something else for it. By strange circumstances, there had just been a big flood in our area. My wife's old home church had been flooded out. They lost their piano. We had a piano...and I got an idea. What if I accepted a piano from the store in exchange for the Xanadu and donate our piano to the church? After some heated negotiations, I managed to get an $8,000 new Baldwin piano for the $5,000 dollar organ and we donated our older piano to the church. I then had a dream one night. In the dream, it was like the Xanadu organ returned to me. It was very strange.

I never forgot that dream. And in 2004 it came true---in a way. The church that we donated the piano to called me. They said someone had donated an organ to them, and since we had been kind enough to give them a piano earlier, they wanted me to have the organ. It was a 1961 Hammond A102 tonewheel organ. It was beautiful. I brought it home that day and purchased a Leslie speaker to hook up to it. I play this organ a lot. I just love it.

Strange how this string of events unfolded. But you might say that the dream I had that one night involved seeing the Xanadu organ. Well, it did come back to me once after that. I was at a concert miles away from my home. And there was a music store with used instruments for sale there. Amongst the inventory was the same old Xanadu organ. I passed on repurchasing it. Then shortly afterward, the church gave me the Hammond organ.

So fate (in my opinion) served a great service. From seeing the Xanadu organ back in 1982, a flooded out church got a piano donated to them, and I got a great piano, and an organ for free.

I believe in the fates.

I think about fate all the time and I believe that I am the master of my fate.

i am fated to die alone, and there's not a damned thing i can do about it.