Reality Really is Weird

I am reading a book about the nature of reality. It has an interesting way of working its theme as it has you conduct experiments. This last two days, I was doing one of the experiments where you simply look everywhere and expect to see something. In my instance, I decided on a pink car. Don’t ask me why. It just seemed like something fairly rare….

I actually finished reading the instructions on my Kindle riding a bus to pick up my car from service on Friday. I decided, pink car and looked up. As my eyes refocused on the view through the back window of the bus I noticed another bus. It was white but…. it had huge pink stripes on it. I thought to myself “OK, thats not a car nor is it totally pink, but that is pretty bloody weird!” I got off the bus and had to walk back about half a kilometer and I was looking at all of the cars – parked, in motion – all of them. I realized that some reds had now began to look pinkish to me and then I saw it… yes, a dark pink car went sailing past. In 24 hours, I saw two dark pink cars like that and one clearly pretty little girl pink. Not only that but everything pink, I began to notice. As I looked across a scene, pink items would jump up out of all the reality ‘noise’ in front of me. I saw pink writing, pink on billboards, pink houses, pink clothing, pink hair, pink ribbons…. lots and lots of pink.

Now, let me tell you something. I have never ever seen a pink car in Brno before. Never.

The second 24 hours you had to change it to something else… something living perhaps…. yes, an elephant. That’s what I decided…. an elephant. That was last night in front of the TV and almost immediately as I looked up, yes, there was an elephant in a commercial as if right on cue. Later, watching a youtube reel of funny cat videos (yep – you caught me doing that!), one had two baby elephants in it too. Obviously, I didn’t see a lot of elephants but I did see some. Normally, I would not have done.

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So, what does this prove?

Well that reality really is bloody weird.

It doesn’t at this stage matter if by focusing on pink cars or elephants, I brought them into my reality or that by focusing and actively looking for something, I saw it. Both are stark results when it comes to reality. In the first, I really do create my reality by manifesting what I concentrate on and in the latter I manifest something that was already there but previously unnoticed by my consciousness. In the latter case, we receive so much data at any point in time, we must filter almost all of it out so that we only see what we are focused on seeing. If by focusing on something else, we now see this in the noise then this proves something powerful too. I mean, what are we not seeing because we DON’T know how to look for it?

I would say that in the above paragraph, if we create our own reality that is magic but if by shifting our focus and noticing something that was always there but remained unseen, then that is magic too.

You see, in magical training, much time and effort is dedicated to knowing ourselves. As we learn about ourselves we become aware of aspects of ourselves we did not know about, we become focused on something we never saw before and we begin to try to change ourselves – to be more deliberate and less automated. As we do our magical training, some people may experience an increase in psychism for example. Is this actually that person changing their outlook and changing what they chose to notice and now seeing something that was always there but they never actually saw before?

I think so. Think about that for a minute will you?

By the way, that book is called E Squared.

My book about reality, set as an exciting novel about magic is called The Last Observer.

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Am I Alone?

I must confess that I often wonder if I am in fact alone.

I mean, are any of YOU actually REAL? Much more likely, you are all figments of my furtive imagination.

Think about it. The only thing that can really be real to us are our own experiences. Those experiences are second hand since if I touch you, it is in fact something in my brain that interprets what that touch should feel like and hell, what is ‘feeling’ anyway? Its something in my consciousness and in my brain and nothing to do with the atoms and molecules of my hand brushing against the atoms and molecules of you. Our entire experience of OUT THERE is ….. INSIDE OF US.

You do not exist people I know it. I create you in my mind and consciousness and there is just me. I am alone.

Perhaps this is really The Matrix and I paid money to play this game. Pushed into this creation for a while to experience something different? As I have written before, even though I awoke this morning and knew continuity in my life, there is no proof that yesterday ever happened. It could simply be an experience programmed into my consciousness to give me context for today. I am alone and just for the day.

Think about it. Well, if you have any reality outside of my consciousness, think about it and get back to me…. Are you real?

Or am I alone?

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Dancers

Lift up your head and look around

Take the time to see the world

Bit by bit.

Open your eyes and really see

Observe and focus your attention

Byte by byte.

 

Is this world an illusion?

Created in your mind

Are you simply a delusion?

That God left behind

 

Now close your eyes and listen hard

Hear the sounds around you

Bit by bit.

There is cacophony in the silence

If you have the ears to hear

Byte by byte.

 

Am I the center of creation?

Constantly creating

Or just an aberration

That God left waiting

 

Bit by bit

Revelations

Byte by byte

Animations

No answers

No questions

Only dancers

Dancing on a stage

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Image: Degas Figure Study 5

Touching the Emptiness

Touch the emptiness

Stretching deepness

Cooling depths

Old memories

Black and white

Like old movies

Funny feelings

As if I could touch

Touch the emptiness

It’s on the edge

As if momentarily

Forgotten

Was that my childhood?

Was that really me?

Stretching deeply

To touch the emptiness

Its’ dreamlike quality

Chasing that thought

Is there a reason?

Am I all for naught?

Touching the emptiness

Building a soulful thirst

Driving onwards ever wearily

Towards the setting Sun

Yet didn’t it just begin?

Started in the sixties

Images, floating illusions

Touching the emptiness

My father has already gone

He prepares the place

Wherever that is as he

Touches the emptiness

Birth, Death, emptiness

Cyclic like the seasons

I came from the emptiness

And there I will return

Reaching out, stretching

On the edge of my memory

Touching the edge of emptiness

Once again

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Image is Emptiness by Leafbreeze7.

 

 

 

Fifty Shades of Food

Crispy tomato

Ham smothered in bread

Lettuce and raddish

Give me some fried eggs

Drizzle me something

Make it sweet or sour

Bacon sizzles in the pan

Can you smell it?

I bet you can

 

Creamy potato

Luscious fried chicken thighs

Onions and garlic

Whip me up some cream

Dazzle me in calories

Make them hot or cold

My cheesecake is rising fast

Bring it on baby

The die is cast

 

Cheesy toasties

Sinful seasoning too

A Cherry on top

A sultry salty turnip to go

Shoot me some ketchup

Come and fry it up

A saucy strudel explosion

Deliciously rude

And saucy emotion

 

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Hard Dreams

Since we moved back into our apartment in Brno, I have dreamed and dreamed hard. Every night. Vivid dreams that I don’t always recall much of but recall the vividness all the same. I wonder, why would that be?

I seem to dream of planes a lot. I watch as they take off, stall, bounce (!) and then explode. Or I watch planes flying low and last night, I watched a plane flying and being constantly struck by lightening from a cloud above. My dreams are vivid but dark like horror movies. Not frightening but menacing in terms of the visuals and atmosphere. Last night, I was running to escape something and everywhere I run there was someone or something so I had to shift direction again. I had no idea what I was running from nor what threat these people held.

Another facet of these dreams is large, old and unconventional houses. Last night, my bedroom was like something from a horror movie – all wood and oak panels – but it had no roof nor walls from the rest of the house but a tent structure to place over it at night.

The night before, as I was dreaming, a voice said as clear as day in my ear – completely unrelated to my dream the following words…: “X has collapsed and died” I awoke in confusion and had to get up and check my messages and phone to be sure both then and in the morning that X was in fact still alive and kicking.

So, why am I dreaming these vivid dreams? What do they mean?

Of course, I only now recall a fraction of them but I do recall the other night taking a Taxi that went into a tunnel system below the City. Due to blocked tunnels and gates we could not get to the airport I was going to until we bumped into my usual taxi driver who was able to give us a route that worked. Arriving at the airport, I had forgotten my bag, passport and other items and couldn’t board.

I don’t recall having had such a period of vivid dreams ever before……. hard dreaming I call it.

 

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The Journey

I see inside with dream-like vision
I glide through slinky lines of time
Silver lights and golden kites
I bathe in light and gently recline
Like feeling carelessness’ caress
Ripples moving up and down my spine
Thunderous sounds so boldly loud
Speak? These tongues simply opine
Tunnels filled and gently moved along
Dancing faeries all in a line
I drift and travel onwards still
Into worlds and realms of mine
Is this truly my heaven then?
In the stillness of this un-time
Deeper and yet deeper still
Into this universe of patient calm
Knowing that whatever I foresee
I am certain that it’s really mine

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