The Cassandra Problem

Cassandra was a woman cursed.

She was cursed to speak true prophecy and never be believed.

Anyone connected to the feminine will encounter Cassandra's curse. We who know are all similarly cursed.

We are cursed with a knowing that doesn't make sense, such that if we try to explain it, try to sound the alarm, try to make others know what we know in any way, we are doomed to be a laughingstock as well as facing whatever looms when it does arise.

When I can't explain what I know, I simply choose not to talk about it.

I've found that attempts to explain seem for others to be what brings about the thing I know is coming, that whatever I know is coming will arrive and pass much more smoothly if I simply surrender to my knowing. If I don't explain it, the other does not have the opportunity to blame me or associate me with what happens.

While I do not explain to others, I have to ensure I do not Cassandra myself. This curse means even I will tend to doubt and disbelieve that which I know, that which some part of me is speaking to. It's another form of resistance, and it reliably produces pain so that I'll recognize it for what it is.

What I know to be true is true. I am the one to know it. I am the one to believe my own Cassandra, to lift my own curse.