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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.

 

 

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…a look at love

Posted in Writers with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 14, 2017 by Mj Rains

A look at Marcel Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, in which the narrator tries to remember everyone he has ever known and things he has done or not done. He takes a look at love, the waiting, the celebration of moments and small pleasures.

Diane Ackerman writes in A Natural History of Love: As an adult, the narrator falls in love with a certain Albertine, a dark-haired, unremarkable-looking girl of the lower middle class (“let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination”) whom he adores, and who ultimately decides to leave him. She is fickle and runs off to carouse with both male and female lovers. He tries to entice her back by offering to buy her a Rolls-Royce and a yacht. She agrees, only to be thrown by a horse and killed before she has a chance to return. In much of Remembrance, the narrator obsesses about Albertine with a fascination as disquieting and automatic as a hacking cough. She is the central planet in an unknown solar system. Every object she touches offers a glimpse of a bright new world. 

Eight Essential tips on writing a short story…via Kurt Vonnegut…

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 16, 2016 by Mj Rains

vintage typewriterKurt Vonnegut was certainly never dull…especially when giving advice to other writers. Here are his eight essential tips for a short story that I keep in mind every time my fingers stroke the keys, or my pen hits the clean white page…

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things – reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a sadist. No matter who sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them – in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

For more great articles by Kurt visit Open Culture page. I’m heading for “How to Write with Style” next!

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2016 by Mj Rains

Keats3An excerpt from AUTOBIOGRAPHY by Benjamin Robert Hayden

KEATS

About this time (October 1816) I met John Keats at Leigh Hunt’s, and was amazingly interested by him prematurity of intellectual and poetical power.

I read one or two of his sonnets and formed a very high idea of his genius. After a short time I liked him so much that a general invitation on my part followed, and we became extremely intimate. He visited my painting-room at all times, and at all times was welcome.

He was below the middle size, with a low forehead and an eye that had an inward look, perfectly divine, like a Delphian priestess who saw visions. The greatest calamity for Keats was his being brought before the world by a set who had so much the habit of puffing each other that every one connected with it suffered in public estimation. Hence every one was inclined to disbelieve his genius. …

One evening (November 19, 1816) after a most eager interchange of thoughts I received from Keats his sonnet, beginning “Great spirits now on earth are sojourning.” I thanked him, and he wrote, “Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion. I begin to fix my eye on one horizon. The idea of your sending it to Wordsworth puts me out of breath. You know with what reverence I would send my well wishes to him.”

As I was walking one day with him in the Kilburn meadows, he said: “Haydon, what a pity it is there is not a human dusthole.”

Bright-Star-movies-9133146-1600-1000KeatsTLS: When did Keats become a great writer? Ask Gigante

Hear sexy Tom Hiddleston read Bright Star here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vlIXu9C3Hw

The Empty Wine Bottle…

Posted in Theresa Duncan with tags , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2016 by Mj Rains

empty_bottles_in_woods_lunar_xmas_1The Empty Wine Bottle and the Bourgeois Poet

Cool article on a writer’s life via The Wit of the Staircase, Theresa Duncan.

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