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Let’s Get (Quantum) Physical

first published June 16, 2016
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Big Bang Discovery Opens Doors to the “Multiverse” –  NatGeo

 

I’ve been reading a lot lately on quantum physics.  More and more, it seems science and spirituality are finding common ground.  I wanted to share some readings and thoughts on that subject, and would be most interested to hear what you have to say…

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For a long time, physicists have been theorizing about the possibility (probability?) of a multiverse — an infinite number of universes, each of which may be significantly or just minimally different from ours.   In one universe, you’re married to your high school sweetheart; in another, you never marry at all.   In some universe, Al Gore wins the U.S. election in 2000 and Bush never ascends to the presidency. In another universe, the Axis Powers prevail in World War II. All these universes co-exist, but they are generally opaque to us. We are only able to perceive the universe in which we exist. In fact, experiments in quantum physics demonstrate that the existence of particles (of which we are all made) is strictly a matter of observation.  (It’s all very complicated and goes against all rational logic. Even the great Nobel physicist Richard Feynmann said, “I think I can safely say that nobody understands quantum mechanics.”) Some physicists believe that, in fact, parallel universes can and do, indeed, interact with ours.

I find it fascinating that science is now providing supporting evidence for many spiritual philosophies.

For example, many medical doctors, scientists and spiritual philosophers (and I, too) believe that consciousness exists outside the human brain.  I’ve long believed that our minds are merely receptors , much the way a radio does not produce music but rather receives, amplifies, and translates the waves that produce it.   It’s easy to imagine someone with no understanding of radio waves believing the sounds are created within the box.  Are we humans naïve and egotistical to believe that our consciousness is self-originating?   Are we as laughably ignorant as a primitive tribesman looking for the tiny person inside a transistor radio?

If infinite external consciousness exists,   it would certainly answer quite a number of questions humans have been posing for millennia, not the least of which is what actually happens when we dream. Might we be able to pass into, or at least glimpse, other universes via our dreams?

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Have you ever dreamed so vividly that upon awakening, you felt as if you’d actually been somewhere else; had a real experience?

Last night, I had such a dream.

I had been living in a foreign country and was leaving the next day for home. In this place, all the buildings were insanely tall. Real estate on those high floors was very limited and so expensive, even the rich could not afford to live there. Instead, people lived lower down with no view/little sunlight. Those with money, however, were able to buy small rooms on high floors, most with balconies, where they might partake of some sunshine and a less obstructed view of the sky. Most were just large enough for a day bed, perhaps a small desk. These were not living quarters; just a place to spend a few hours now and then, to get “above it all.”

On my last evening,  I was at a party in the room of a couple I know (in real life). Theirs was larger than most and had a long terrace. I was able to clearly see all the details– the furnishings, the guests, the layout, the view.

Suddenly, an ex-lover of mine showed up uninvited. He was someone I hadn’t seen in a long time and who I’d long written off (someone I’d loved in real life). My first thought was, “What is he doing here? I don’t want to see him. I am leaving here tomorrow, and leaving him in my past.” But he pulled me out onto the balcony for a serious conversation. I resisted at first, but we ended up speaking at length, with great intimacy, holding and touching each other,  I’d been sure that I had no feelings for him anymore, but there we were, talking nose to nose with love and familiarity, the fire kindled anew. All the old emotions came rushing back. The sense of intimacy was emotionally powerful and very real.

Then, like fast-forwarding a film, it’s ten years into the future and I’m looking back on my life. I never did go home the next day, but rather stayed and married him. We had two children together. (There were no other details.)

When I awoke, the feelings were still vivid.   I felt as if I’d actually lived the experience.

This was absolutely not a wish-fulfillment dream. It was rather surprising that I could still conjure any feelings for him, even in a dream state, and kind of mind-boggling to imagine that perhaps in some other time and place we might have stayed together.

It left me wondering if dreams are not only a manifestation of our psyche (which they certainly often are), but if they are also sometimes a doorway into another plane or universe; a channel to access information which is not available to our hyper-critical waking minds.

As usual, I don’t have answers. Only questions.   Curious to hear your thoughts on this.

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The Significance of Dreams

originally posted Nov 5, 2014

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This is me, talking here….

 

I am beginning to believe that dreams are a mix of images and thoughts from our own imaginations as well as images and thoughts coming from outside ourselves — from the astral plane.   Within a dream, they are so intertwined and confused by dream logic,  it’s usually impossible to figure out what’s what and which is which.

For many years after my grandfather died, he used to come to me in dreams.  We would have lovely visits.  When I think of him while awake, I tend to think of him in very specific places where I have memories of us together. But in these dreams, we were not anywhere I recognized. It was just Poppy and me, conversing in a kind of seamless glowing white space.

The first time I met him there, I was so happy to see him still alive (at least that’s how it felt in my dream.) This was just before a big family holiday and I begged him to come to dinner. Everyone would be so happy to see him! He explained that it was impossible; he could not leave this place, but he asked me to send his love to all. (Which I did, and which they accepted as having come from him.)

I dreamed of him this way for years until one day, he came to me and told me he wouldn’t be able to come around anymore.  He was about to be reincarnated as a boy. It couldn’t wait. I  was disappointed but I was happy that he’d come to say goodbye.   I never dreamed of him in that way again.

Now,  if you are a believer in the afterlife,  you might believe that my grandfather’s spirit was indeed visiting me in my sleep.  It had all the markings of a classic visitation dream in that the message and interaction and conversation were completely pure.  There was none of the twisted logic which is a hallmark of most dreams (as the Robin Williams dream previous).   The communication was clear and direct.  There were no strange or inexplicable emotions.  In fact, there was little emotion at all.  I was happy to see him, of course; happy to know he was still alive somewhere,  sorry to see him go…but there was no pain, no guilt, no anger, none of the intense emotions we often feel in dreams. No convoluted dream logic.

Skeptics might say these were perfectly normal dreams, albeit somewhat different in nature and tone from the ones we typically have. Such dreams, prove nothing to skeptics about the existence of an afterlife.

And once again,  I could not argue with them.  Neither version is provable.

The skeptics say, if there really is life after death, if this astral world really exists, why don’t these spirits show themselves and prove their existence unequivocally?  Why do all messages which are supposedly from the great beyond always seem to be revealed by woo-woo nut jobs?

But skeptics tend to consider anyone who believes in the afterlife to be a WWNJ. Thus, anyone bearing such a revelation would be, ergo, a WWNJ. It’s circular logic and thus signifies nothing.

I will ask Ipo what he thinks about this…He’s my new go-to guy for answers.  🙂

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Let’s Get (Quantum) Physical

multiverse

Big Bang Discovery Opens Doors to the “Multiverse” –  NatGeo

 

 

 

I’ve been reading a lot lately on quantum physics.  More and more, it seems science and spirituality are finding common ground.  I wanted to share some readings and thoughts on that subject, and would be most interested to hear what you have to say…

*****

For a long time, physicists have been theorizing about the possibility (probability?) of a multiverse — an infinite number of universes, each of which may be significantly or just minimally different from ours.   In one universe, you’re married to your high school sweetheart; in another, you never marry at all.   In some universe, Al Gore wins the U.S. election in 2000 and Bush never ascends to the presidency. In another universe, the Axis Powers prevail in World War II. All these universes co-exist, but they are generally opaque to us. We are only able to perceive the universe in which we exist. In fact, experiments in quantum physics demonstrate that the existence of particles (of which we are all made) is strictly a matter of observation.  (It’s all very complicated and goes against all rational logic. Even the great Nobel physicist Richard Feynmann said, “I think I can safely say that nobody understands quantum mechanics.”) Some physicists believe that, in fact, parallel universes can and do, indeed, interact with ours.

I find it fascinating that science is now providing supporting evidence for many spiritual philosophies.

For example, many medical doctors, scientists and spiritual philosophers (and I, too) believe that consciousness exists outside the human brain.  I’ve long believed that our minds are merely receptors , much the way a radio does not produce music but rather receives, amplifies, and translates the waves that produce it.   It’s easy to imagine someone with no understanding of radio waves believing the sounds are created within the box.  Are we humans naïve and egotistical to believe that our consciousness is self-originating?   Are we as laughably ignorant as a primitive tribesman looking for the tiny person inside a transistor radio?

If infinite external consciousness exists,   it would certainly answer quite a number of questions humans have been posing for millennia, not the least of which is what actually happens when we dream. Might we be able to pass into, or at least glimpse, other universes via our dreams?

***

Have you ever dreamed so vividly that upon awakening, you felt as if you’d actually been somewhere else; had a real experience?

Last night, I had such a dream.

I had been living in a foreign country and was leaving the next day for home. In this place, all the buildings were insanely tall. Real estate on those high floors was very limited and so expensive, even the rich could not afford to live there. Instead, people lived lower down with no view/little sunlight. Those with money, however, were able to buy small rooms on high floors, most with balconies, where they might partake of some sunshine and a less obstructed view of the sky. Most were just large enough for a day bed, perhaps a small desk. These were not living quarters; just a place to spend a few hours now and then, to get “above it all.”

On my last evening,  I was at a party in the room of a couple I know (in real life). Theirs was larger than most and had a long terrace. I was able to clearly see all the details– the furnishings, the guests, the layout, the view.

Suddenly, an ex-lover of mine showed up uninvited. He was someone I hadn’t seen in a long time and who I’d long written off (someone I’d loved in real life). My first thought was, “What is he doing here? I don’t want to see him. I am leaving here, and leaving him in my past.” But he pulled me out onto the balcony for a serious conversation. I resisted at first, but ended up speaking at length, with great intimacy, holding and touching each other,  I’d been sure that I had no feelings for him anymore, but there we were, talking nose to nose with love and familiarity, the fire kindled anew. All the old emotions came rushing back. The sense of intimacy was emotionally powerful and very real.

Then, like fast-forwarding a film, it’s ten years into the future and I’m looking back on my life. I never did go home the next day, but rather stayed and married him. We had two children together. (There were no other details.)

When I awoke, the feelings were still vivid.   I felt as if I’d actually lived the experience.

This was absolutely not a wish-fulfillment dream. It was rather surprising that I could still conjure any feelings for him, even in a dream state, and kind of mind-boggling to imagine that perhaps in some other time and place we might have stayed together.

It left me wondering if dreams are not only a manifestation of our psyche (which they certainly often are), but if they are also sometimes a doorway into another plane or universe; a channel to access information which is not available to our hyper-critical waking minds.

As usual, I don’t have answers. Only questions.   Curious to hear your thoughts on this.

Imagine What I Could Save on Airfare!

Reblog of the first post, April 5, 2014:

About six months ago, I picked up working on a novel I’d started writing about ten years ago. In it, the main character has spontaneous Out of Body Experiences (OBEs).  In order to write about them in more depth and with greater understanding, I began to research the subject.

The notion of Astral Projection has long fascinated me. Imagine! Being able to leave your body at will and travel anywhere in the world you want to go!   Screw you, American Airlines, with your $25 per bag handling fee!

Over my lifetime, I’ve had several extremely detailed dreams in which I visited places which seemed and felt entirely real.   In a few cases, I later found myself in these places and recognized them from my dreams.  Had they  been spontaneous OBEs?

Back in junior high, I dreamed about a lake in the mountains. Overhead,  was an impossibly clear, high,  cerulean sky. Lavender-colored mountains, ringed with mossy green,  spilled into the purest aqua water!  The colors were so vivid, they were surreal; I’d even say emotional.  When I awoke  I felt compelled to sketch it out, in full color pastel chalks (which didn’t at all do it  justice. No artist’s medium could have captured the intensity.)    My drawing remained in my desk drawer for years as a “snapshot” of my trip.  (It may even still be with my old papers.)  I felt I had absolutely been there and seen it with my own eyes, even though I didn’t believe such a perfectly beautiful, beautifully perfect place could actually exist on this planet.

After college, I traveled for eight months around Europe and lived for a while with a man in Athens.  When I got home, we remained in touch, sending letters back and forth across the Atlantic (this was long before email.) Initially, the letters were weekly, then dwindled in frequency to monthly,  until finally, it had been nearly nine months since I’d heard from him.

One night, in a dream, I went to visit him in the tiny apartment in Ano Ilisia where we’d lived together.  I was “informed by neighbors”  he no longer lived there;  that he’d moved to a different neighborhood – an area where several of his friends lived and which we’d visited together on a couple of occasions.   I “flew” to the new neighb and tried to find him, without luck.

The very next day, I received a letter from him telling me he’d moved from Ano Ilisia to a new apartment, in the very area where I’d been looking for him in my dream!

In my mid-30’s, I traveled for a while in Tibet.   Most of the roads there are carved into the sides of mountains, with  a precipitous drop off the other  side.   One afternoon,  the bus I was traveling on came to a stop behind a long line of traffic. Way ahead of us, a truck had fallen halfway off the mountain! Other drivers (who seemed used to this kind of thing) had attached thick ropes to it, and were attempting to pull it back onto the road before it tumbled into the abyss.

Clearly, this was going to take several hours, so I (and others) got out of the bus to stretch our legs and have a little walk-about.  And there, just ahead, around a bend, was my lake, just as I’d pictured it!  In the thin air of the high altitude,  the colors shimmered with the same intense clarity they had in my dream!    It was very literally, a mystical experience because of the dream, because of my own journey, because of where I was (in the Himalaya, for god’s sake!!!) and because of the incredible intensity of the color.   The intensity was made even more jarring and poignant, by my having just spent half a week bouncing across the bleak, colorless landscape of the Tibetan plain. This lake was like a miraculous view of heaven; as if I’d been blind and suddenly were able to see again!

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I have always accepted these and other similar dreams as spontaneous OBEs but of course, I had no control over my itinerary.

At various times in my life, I’d made half-hearted attempts at Astral Projection without success, but finally, I felt I was spiritually mature enough to re-tackle my goal.

I read books and articles,  visited websites,  and I listened to recordings embedded with binaural tones at specific frequencies which were supposed to facilitate OBEs.  I spent many hours, over the course of a couple of months, attempting to fling my consciousness out of my corporeal form and into the ether.   I usually got as far as the pre-flight indicators — vibrations along my entire body; heart palpitations; a sense that my limbs were in different positions than they physically were —  but I don’t believe I ever achieved lift off.   Anything I saw or felt in that condition could easily have been explained as a fantasy or a dream.

On several occasions, while listening those recordings, it felt as if my conscious mind were separating from my body, but I could never get it to go anywhere.  Every time I tried to turn around and look back at myself on the bed, I still felt my consciousness inside my own head.   (No doubt I wasn’t separating at all but just in an hypnotic state.)

What I was expecting —  what I wanted –– was for my mind to travel at will, with control.  I wanted to visit a place far from home and witness things  which could later be verified (as had happened during my spontaneous travels).  Although I very much wanted to have a “real”  OBE,  my criterion for judging whether I’d actually had one was (and continues to be) very high.  If my experience  can be explained in a simple, logical, scientific or psychological way,  I am always inclined to accept this versus some mystical justification.  Still, I was always hoping for the mystical; hoping to have an experience which I could not explain in another way.

After a couple of months without lift-off, I gave up further attempts at OBE.  I assumed that would be the end of it.

But then some strange things began to happen…

The Significance of Dreams

computer-see-peoples-dreams-660x433

This is me, talking here….

 

I am beginning to believe that dreams are a mix of images and thoughts from our own imaginations and images,  and thoughts coming from outside ourselves — from the astral plane.   Within a dream, they are so intertwined and confused by dream logic,  it’s usually impossible to figure out what’s what and which is which.

For many years after my grandfather died, he used to come to me in dreams.  We would have lovely visits.  When I think of him while awake, I tend to think of him in very specific places where I have memories of us together. But in these dreams, we were not anywhere. It was just Poppy and me, conversing in a kind of seamless glowing white space.

The first time I met him there, I was so happy to see him still alive (at least that’s how it felt in my dream.) This was just before a family holiday and I begged him to come to dinner. Everyone would be so happy to see him! He explained that it was impossible; he could not leave this place, but he asked me to send his love to all. (Which I did, and which they accepted as having come from him.)

I dreamed of him this way for years until one day, he came to me and told me he wouldn’t be able to come around anymore.  He was about to be reincarnated as a boy. It couldn’t wait. I  was disappointed but I was happy that he’d come to say goodbye.   I never dreamed of him in that way again.

Now,  if you are a believer in the afterlife,  you might believe that my grandfather’s spirit was indeed  visiting me in my sleep.  It had all the markings of a classic visitation dream in that the message and interaction and conversation were completely pure.  There was none of the twisted logic which is a hallmark of most dreams (as the Robin Williams dream above).   The communication was clear and direct.  There were no strange or inexplicable emotions.  In fact, there was little emotion at all.  I was happy to see him, of course; happy to know he was still alive somewhere,  sorry to see him go…but there was no pain, no guilt, no anger, none of the intense emotions we often feel in dreams. No convoluted dream logic.

Skeptics might say these were perfectly normal dreams, albeit somewhat different in nature and tone from the ones we typically have. Such dreams, prove nothing to skeptics about the existence of an afterlife.

And once again,  I could not argue with them.  Neither version is provable.

The skeptics say, if there really is life after death, if this astral world really exists, why don’t these spirits show themselves and prove their existence unequivocally?  Why do all messages which are supposedly from the great beyond always seem to be revealed by woo-woo nut jobs?

But skeptics tend to consider anyone who believes in the afterlife to be a WWNJ. Thus, anyone bearing such a revelation would be, ergo, a WWNJ. It’s circular logic and thus signifies nothing.

I will ask Ipo what he thinks about this…He’s my new go-to guy for answers.  🙂

 

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