I knew how my father would respond before he spoke. I knew what the man behind the counter would be wearing, and precisely how he would tip his faded blue hat to greet us. I knew exactly where the bait rack and the soda machine and the little pot-bellied stove would be–before I looked. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I knew-absolutely knew, without any doubt-that I had been there before. We arrived near dusk, and walked into the little store and ranger station near the lake to get a campsite for the night. My father and I had gone fishing, to a remote mountain lake near the Canadian border in Washington State, a place neither of us had ever gone before. I had my first déjà vu experience, a dream re-enacted before my eyes, when I was ten years old. Ponder in thine heart upon the unsearchable wisdom of God, and meditate on its manifold revelations… – Baha’u’llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah, p. Consider how strange is the mystery of the world that appeareth to thee in thy dream. Behold how the dream thou hast dreamed is, after the lapse of many years, re-enacted before thine eyes. It is, in itself, a testimony that beareth witness to the existence of a world that is contingent, as well as to the reality of a world that hath neither beginning nor end. It is still, and yet it soareth it moveth, and yet it is still. Verily I say, the human soul is exalted above all egress and regress. We have all some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a remote time-of our having been surrounded, dim ages ago, by the same faces, objects, and circumstances-of our knowing perfectly what will be said next, as if we suddenly remembered it! – Charles Dickens
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