We’re not alone in the cosmos; my reality assures me of that. A paradigm shift is churning, one we can choose to be ready for or to ignore until denial falls under certain change.
It’s not like we haven’t been here before, though….
Your reality and mine are unique. Although we're likely to agree on most objective facts, our subjective realities may be infinitely divergent. Regardless of personal philosophy - apart from, say, believing we live in an entirely pre-programmed universe, which is within the realm of possibility (i.e., show me it's not) - we would probably agree that reality is malleable.
Although commonly defined by its link to audio perception, sound is also “transmitted vibrations of any frequency.” The tree falling in the forest transmits waves, so technically the answer to the question “…does it make a sound?” is yes, regardless of whether anyone’s around.
Reminder! Tomorrow, October 1st, is World Contact Day. I declared that when I first posted about it here a week ago today, just like anybody else could have done. If you're not sure whether to participate or not, now the time has come to make that choice. Are you in?
I propose that Thursday, the 1st of October, 2009, be declared World Contact Day. Everyone who reads this is inserting their vibe into the harmonic hologram, which is a butterfly moving its wings lightly in the wind. This tiny butterfly has so much energy welling up inside it, and it will only grow over the next seven days.
Following is a personal observation - a thought experiment of sorts - something that may never be repeated in a laboratory. I wonder if the DMT rush that may occur at death and during near-death experiences may effectively play a role in near-near-death experiences [NNDEs] as well.
The extraordinary encounter I'm about to describe both challenged and reinforced my concept of reality. It was one of many times I've been reminded that quantum interaction isn't just "spooky action at a distance," but is rather a natural process of the unified field, experienced as pockets of entrainment in our relatively close cosmic environment.
You ever notice how some questions are like vast open meadows, and some are drawn shut at the end? How some questions are questions, and others (quasi-questions?) are statements?
I’ve always been drawn to the tiny dipper in the night sky, the Pleiades. Somehow they’ve always felt like “home.” Through binoculars, the cluster of stars resembles a grand city of light floating in deep space. A profound connection exists between the Pleiades and crop circles.
I find it curious how the modern archetype of the double helix has been reawakened, like kundalini - flowing and surging up from the depths. I am reminded of something:
“Universal consciousness pervades the collective unconscious.”
Does DMT or something like it somehow illuminate, from the inside, the quanta of which we are formed? Does it enhance or even create the perception that we are animated, individual, sentient beings in our own right?
Can we dip into dimensions of quantum consciousness that exist within independent universes so obscure we generally don't realise they exist in "ours?"
I can be a bit particular in my usage of certain terms. Recently my research has drawn me back to the subject of synchronicity, the mention of which often causes undue confusion. There are reasons why I use the words coincidence, serendipity, and synchronicity in very specific ways.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
