Cleric?

Things have been happening lately. I need time to think. To understand.
 
It started with a visit to a temple of Oghma : the House of knowledge in Neverwinter.
 
There I got some needed information before getting into the Feywild. I also acquired a book, in order to write down my thoughts more easily. This book had the symbol of the god on it. It felt like a useful item to have, a notebook.
 
Except this notebook began to be the source of strange things. Once after a day of work, I decided to try a prayer to Oghma, mostly because, who knows... after having learned new things and helped others learn it felt like a nice thing to try out. I heard tales, but I had no idea whether they were real or not... And the book turned one page of itself. It could have been someone using mage hand or something else. But it probably was him.
 
Another time I felt so ashamed about putting my friends in danger because I acted without thinking... that I ended up forcing myself to write this sentence over and over to learn from this situation. At some point I needed to interrupt myself in the writing, but the lines kept writing themselves. I have seen my friend's quill work like that, but I was using a non magical writing implement...
 
Then there were those ruins. We arrived at this site, and after some time looking, I kind of _saw_ the original buildings. How the ruins were... thousands of years ago. I got in my mind knowledge about this place, what it was, and how it looked. It could have just been my imagination, but then my friend Tog'rak reconstructed one of the towers through his own magic, and it looked exactly like in my vision. I tried to note as much as I could and made a copy for a local archive that Drogo knew about.
 
The last event was a lot clearer. It happened during the battle near the hill, after we slayed Okssort near Triboar Market and Tower. We all followed a fire giant who escaped Triboar with a piece of something. We followed its tracks and ended up fighting orcs as well as the fire giant Ildmane. During that battle, Drogo fell unconscious to the ground, and I came to him to cure his wounds. When he came to, I asked how he felt, but I asked in halfling! Drogo knows some halfling and he is trying to learn, but I never learned! And apparently I knew how to ask... Later on, when Ildmane was slayed, I inspected her corpse. I found a rune inscribed in gold, which I could understand! I never learn the giant language! It said Fire Sergeant, it made sense... So I reached to my book to write this down, but it was glowing. That's when Oghma started talking. He said :

Daar - Jag väljer dig. Du har följt min väg, lärt dig allt du kan och spridit kunskap till alla du kunnat. Du har delat med dig av din kunskap både till de du velat arbeta för och, även om du inte vet det, till de som arbetar mot de du valt. Genom dig bevaras och sprids kunskap. Använd min kraft för att föra kunskapen vidare.

I got so surprised and stunned at that point, I am glad I had my book to write it all down very soon. I added a thanks. I had acquired some weird new talents after that. They work differently, I'm not doing the spells myself, I let something go through me to do it. This is just weird. My first impulse and act was to heal my friend Roshanna through the old know way with my instrument, but I apparently managed to cast the spell at a higher level than ever before. I need to learn, that I know, but I can't just say no to this help in our quests. I don't want to rely too much on this magic in the future, I prefer learning first hand what I do, but if the powerful Oghma wants to help us a bit through me, I feel very much obliged and ready to take his help in. This doesn't change how I feel about knowledge, learning and spreading knowledge was and still is very important to me.