“No Bullshit Allowed”

Posted in Esoteric with tags , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2017 by Mj Rains

In the next two weeks, you may have to navigate your way through careless gossip, distorted “facts,” superficial theories, hidden agendas, fake news, and official disinformation.  To prevent problems in communication with people who matter, take advantage of the Halloween spirit in this way:

Obtain a bicycle helmet and cover it with aluminum foil. Decorate it with Ace of Clubs, a red rose, images of wrathful but benevolent superheroes, and a sign that says “No Bullshit Allowed.” By wearing this crown, you should remain protected. If that’s too weird for you, do the next best thing:  Vow to speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and ask to receive the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

~Gemini Horoscope for the week of October 26, 2017

Get yours at:  Free Will Astrology

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Dreams, quantum physics, and Theresa Duncan…

Posted in Dream Journal, parallel lives, Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2017 by Mj Rains

The other night I had a dream with Theresa Duncan in it. It was one of those dreams where I feel as if I am somewhere else, not merely in my head negotiating the roads of REM sleep, but in another place all-together, another time, a parallel life.

In the dream, we are sitting in the front row of a small darkly lit theater. Theresa sits next to me, on my right. Her hair is down, long and soft and golden blond. She looks beautiful, relaxed, and I share this feeling as well. She wears all black, her legs crossed, her foot in a black sleek heal peaks towards me. She turns to me, her trademark red lips smile, but she never says anything. I’m thinking, “Wait until the show starts, this will be fun.” I anticipate her wit and my own snark as well.

Further down the front row, a perfectly dressed little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, bobbed hair, black and white velvet dress, sits with her mother, who fusses over her constantly. She calls the little girl “the baby.” I’m not sure what this means, in the dream, or even post dream. The little girl ignores her mother and looks over at Theresa and me. Theresa is about to say something I feel, perhaps about the little girl, then I wake up.

Nothing really happens, yet I feel in that dream moment I had stepped into a parallel world, a parallel life, and in this life I know Theresa. This would make sense, explain why I’ve been drawn to her all these years, beyond a fan-based attraction. Could it be because I know her in a another universe? A parallel life? I ask you to suspend disbelief for just a moment and consider the quantum physics of our world.

In Space-Time and Beyond, by Bob Toben and Fred Alan Wolf, it is explained that each of us exists simultaneously in an indefinite number of universes. “Each universe has its own time sequence. Each universe may be a slight variation of the next one, or may be entirely different.”

“The ordinary ‘reality’ we perceive is not one universe. It is the harmony of phases of movements of an infinite number of universes. All things are possible but some are more probable.  There is an indefinite number of harmonies constructing an infinite number of possibilities,” and “we exist in all the universe layers simultaneously.”(I reference here the Everett thesis of parallel universes, the quantum wave that represents reality. Everett and his followers came up with the idea that life events happen and exist in a parallel universe and where the event actually occurs. You can be in both universes observing the event, or one similar. Your life may be one way here, an another, possibly different life there. But you exist in each world!)

Can we access our other world lives through dreams? Maybe, maybe not, but from consulting with some psychic healers, it is clear to me that the possibility is there, if one chooses to believe it. In my dream with Theresa nothing happens. I simply feel happiness knowing her. No one is with us that I know. It is just the two of us, out for an evening, friends, and happy. The lovely, peaceful feeling of the dream I feel when I think about her now. I woke and put pen to paper, to capture the relevance, the grandness. In this peek at this other life I do not even know what I do, what career I have or Theresa has, who we are at all. But the good feeling was there, the most important thing.

Theresa Duncan is not here in this world. Her memory lives on here in cyberspace, and in our hearts and our minds. Those that knew her, and those that had wished they had, our desires keep her alive. In other worlds she is happy, a little older, lovely as ever, sharp and witty, full of life. And I like to think I might be part of that.

Today would have been her 51st birthday. I wonder what day her birthday would be in a parallel life?
Are our birthdays the same as in this world?

May all birthdays be as joyful as my simple dream.

 

 

October and black cats…

Posted in October with tags , , on October 25, 2017 by Mj Rains

In art and dream…

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , on October 24, 2017 by Mj Rains

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.

– Patti Smith

Image: the wit continuum

Surrender

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , on October 23, 2017 by Mj Rains

 

His eyes dark and voice

sweet. Surrender, he says,

and you fall.  There is no choice.

-Surrender, by Mj Rains

Image: Kit Harington

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