Showing posts with label Beliefs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beliefs. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 12, 2023

Wham! Life Hits Us.


“La de da da,” we come into this lifetime joyful, smiling, squirming bundles of possibilities. Oh, what fun. We will run and play and bask in the love of adoring parents. This is a vacation, playtime on earth—this beautiful planet with its colors and trees to climb and animals to play with, and…


Wham! Something hits us. What was that? I can’t go into the water because I can’t swim?


“Oh, okay, I’ll learn to swim.”


“La de da da. I’m a dolphin. Mom look at me. See how I glide through the water.”


“Mom, why are you crying?”


“What’s happening?”


“Daddy’s leaving? That can’t be. He’s supposed to stay here, live with us. You’re getting a what? A divorce? That can’t be, parents are supposed to live with each other. They are supposed to be here for me, for us, together.”


There are many others in the naked City, country, or hovel.


The point is we have created beliefs about how life is, but we go on building a life for ourselves. We go to school—well, that’s another story—the point is, though, that with those hits, we develop a view of how life is, and thus we develop a view of ourselves.


We see how people leave us, how we feel unloved, or how hard it was to maneuver the school playground, the lunchroom, the taunts or teasing. We might excel at interpersonal relationships, but there is usually something. We might think we are better than most—that’s an injury, too.


We have taken hits, and since they are emotionally charged, they impact us more than the gentle, happy ones. We were raised by parents who sustained hits of their own and, chances are, had no clue about raising kids. They had their own problems. However, together we muddled through. Maybe we had a best friend that filled in some of the holes in our psyche. Perhaps we had many friends, which further influenced our view of life.


The bottom line is that through all this, we developed beliefs.


I thought I had nothing to discuss today until I remembered yesterday’s email. A friend sent me a quote from Vincent Genna. It was, “Thoughts do not create, beliefs do.”


“Yes!” I yelled. “That’s the missing piece of the Law of Attraction puzzle.” We create through our beliefs, not from our thoughts. And most of those beliefs are held and exercised unconsciously.


Wow, this business of life is tricky.


But we’re adults now, and we can look back and throw those beliefs onto the wall to see if they stick. Are they true? Are they important to keep? Can we replace that belief with a more healthy, pertinent one? Perhaps they are absolutely not true. You did nothing to affect your parent’s personal problems. They were theirs, not yours. Maybe you can forgive them now.


I mentioned in a blog earlier that I was writing a memoir. Whenever I say it seems ostentatious to write one, think of it this way: I believe everybody should write one. Thus, my title Come On, I Dare You. Like, hey, don’t leave me alone in this. Every writer knows that a piece of writing affects the one writing it more than the one reading it.


From going over my life, I wonder now what my mother thought and felt when she discovered, at 16, that she was pregnant with me. I know she took her best friend with her when she went to tell my father. (I found out that later from her best friend.) She and my father got married and about four years later divorced, but that’s really all I know. She obviously felt she “Had to get married. It was shameful in those days to be an unwed mother. (Although it regularly occurred.) And she tried to hide it from me her entire life.


Once in the night, I heard her tell my stepdad, “I hope Joyce never finds out.” However, I knew. Kids know many things their parents try to keep from them. They also know that they shouldn’t know, so they stay quiet. I didn’t know, though, how much she suffered over finding that she was pregnant. And I don‘t know how much I shared her emotions since at the time, we were both sharing the same body.


That “trauma” could have contributed to some of my beliefs. 

Monday, December 13, 2021

You Matter


"Intuition will tell the thinking mind where to look next."

– Jonas Salk


I need to be nicer to all those tiny atoms serving us, especially those inside my body. That extends outside of me, too, to the animals and plants. Golly, rocks are made of atoms. Water is made of atoms. I guess we are all connected. 


Have you heard of the "Split-beam scientific experiment? I had heard of it. Most of us have. Still, I didn't understand it. However, I was intrigued when I read Gregg Braden's account of it in his book, The Spontaneous Healing of Belief.


Why scientists thought of shooting a proton (a light particle) through a hole is beyond me, but it turned out to open the door to quantum physics.


I always wondered about people who thought metaphysical people were cuckoo and was tempted to ask, "Have you ever read anything about quantum physics? It's crazier than anything we can conjure. 


Were those scientists playing around in the lab one day, or were they seriously investigating light particles? I don't know. I hope they were playing, for much is accomplished with a glad heart.


The first split-beam experiment occurred in England in 1909 and is still being discussed today. Physicist Geoffrey Ingram Taylor found a way to shoot "the stuff of atoms," that is, quantum particles of light called photons from a projector to a target some feet away. He placed a barrier between the projector and the target. He must have figured something was afoot, for the barrier had two slits.


The thought at the time was that a photon is a particle. That proton was pulled out of the atom as a particle. Therefore, one would think it would go through a hole through which it was aimed, like a bullet, and hit the target on the other side.


However, the photons did something unexpected.


They passed through both holes.


Just as water can travel through a window screen as it thaws from ice to a liquid, Taylor's photons did something similar.



The photons, they surmised, instead of being a particle, became a wave, and that wave could pass through multiple openings.


This was mind-boggling. Because until that time, there was nothing in conventional physics that could change the nature of its existence.


Thus, a new kind of physics entered the picture—quantum physics. (A quantum is a packet of discrete energy.) 


Taylor and his associates asked these questions:


1. How did the particles know' there was more than one opening?

2. What caused the particles to change into waves to accommodate the two openings?



Then they went on to ask a third question.


"Who knew there was more than one opening in that barrier?"


Their answer? 


The people in the room.


Was it possible that the people's consciousness in the room influenced the particles?


This opened the door to something almost unthinkable at the time. It suggests something that the most ancient and cherished spiritual traditions have stated since the beginning of our existence: That thoughts and beliefs affect matter.


Yeah, I know, it's weird.


This experiment has been repeated many times with fancier and more sensitive equipment. In 1998 Israel's Weizmann Institute confirmed and published "Quantum Theory Demonstrated: Observation Affects Reality." 


They stated that photons are influenced by being "watched," The more intense the watching, the greater the watcher's influence on how the particles behave. 


When I first heard that experiments with atoms are influenced by being watched, I thought that we caught those tiny atoms sitting on the toilet, and they were embarrassed. So, they jumped up and did something else. 


I'm not up on the latest discoveries on what is happening with quantum physics, but I know that the old image of the atom as a nucleus with electrons buzzing around it like a solar system now has another view. Now there is a thought that the electrons that buzz around the nucleus are more like a fog. They are probabilities. 


Old though--that the electron, or electrons, are buzzing so fast that if you tried to touch one with a needle, you would always hit it. New thought—they are a realm of probabilities. There is a possibility of a particle being everywhere and anywhere.


Yeah, that boggles my mind too. 


We could take that further, but I don't want to go too deep into physics. Besides, I'm not a physicist. I'm a scout. I go around finding things and bring them home. I could be a hunter-gatherer, but I don't hunt animals. I hunt for ideas. And I like being a scout for I can ride my horse while searching for the best road to travel.


This view of the world as possibilities opens a whole new way of thinking. Some say this field of possibilities is consciousness, and everything happens in the field. That would explain why poking an atom in Los Angeles is instantly felt by its sister atom in New York.


Don't blame me. I'm only the scout.