One of the interesting side benefits of living in a gaffe with DT
sans LJ, is his propensity for buying trashy scond hand books from the various charity shops for the magnificent sum of £1.50 for ten, or thereabouts.
He struck gold this weekend when he picked up a copy of
A Gift of Prophecy: the Phenomenal Jeane Dixon. This fabulous tome was written in 1969, and contains a section on prophecies up to and including the mid 21st century. There are few things on this earth more entertaining than right-wing, psychic God-botherers who are even derided by their religious peers.
The Christian Courier is nicely dismissive of her, for example.
To my mind, though, they miss the point: the entertainment value of reading these things, especially in retrospect is marvellous. How someone can keep putting this stuff out after being so wrong so many times, and only arguably correct on rare occasions if you allow that a scattergun of vague spoutings is prophecy, is rather beyond me. I guess it all comes down to the fact that the ever-gullible public will enrich you because of their half-remembered insights intop something that may or may not have been said in the past. That plus an endorsement from a few journos who check notheing ever.
Apparently something horrible and catastrophic was due to happen to the world in the mid 1980s; something so terrible that it would unite the world spiritually and religiously. But - and here's the cruncher - she goes on to prophesy that not long afterwards, many people would deny that it ever happened.
Any thoughts, folks? Or is the hand of UNIT to be seen here?
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