Quantum DVD Shower

At what point in our timeline (historical, not Facebook!) did we lose this? Did, in fact, we ever have it previously? And if we did, was it a conscious awareness, or something that we possessed and ‘used’ subconsciously, blissfully unaware, and happy? While not the place for all my ‘deeper’ thoughts, I do find that having a hot shower does tend to stimulate the neural function more often than not.

I have just finished watching What the Bleep Do We Know!? It is a film that I’ve been aware of since it was released, but never really got around to seeing when it was doing it’s big screen rounds (art-house, I’m assuming), and even when it was released on DVD. I’ve seen it sitting on the shelf a few times, and at one stage even held it in my hand, thinking about it. Was I not ready for it, at the time, or was it not ready for me?

My interest in this area has been reasonably active for a while, be it the idea of quantum physics/mechanics, the Secret, The Law of Attraction, manifestation, self-regulated life design. When you boil it down, they are really all the same product, just with different packaging. (Well, that’s the way I’ve seen and interpreted it!) I still haven’t read nor watched The Secret, and probably won’t, as it would appear there have been umpteen many people summarising it, or at least saying that it’s not the full story. But then, who knows, maybe one day my curiosity will get the better of me (or maybe it will be ready for me).

But back to my original question: at what point did we ‘lose’ this power/perception/control. To my knowledge and awareness, we discovered we had lost it somewhere in the decadence of the 80s. Was it like walking down the street after being to the movies, a coffee shop, a milk bar, a non-milk bar (no, not soy!), and a book shop, and only then realising that your phone or your keys were missing? Was it a quick pat of the pockets and, “Oh, shit! I’ve mis-placed my quantum ability to design and manifest the life I choose and desire!”? And more to the point, is there really any one person, or people, out there who can really tell us what it is all, truly, about, or is it all just a matter of people’s perception and interpretation (and that could probably be applied to just about any situation where people proclaim to be experts and hold ‘the answer’!) and we just have to find the one that sits comfortably on our shoulders. That jacket that we saw in the catalogue, the one that would have been perfect, but there doesn’t seem to be any in stock, anywhere. 

There are similar jackets the right size but not in the colour we wanted, and the colour we wanted but not quite the right fit.  The jacket we wanted was definitely here, at one stage, but for now it’s gone. Maybe it will turn up in an op-shop one day, but will we recognize it?

Storm Front Coming.....

I’d finished work about an hour or so ago, and had called into Woolies to pick up a few snacky things. I was going to go healthy, and did, but also succumbed to the call of the ice-cream aisle. Said ice-cream was ear-marked to be my accompaniment to a DVD.

As I was riding to work this morning, I looked at the skies and thought that they had that “late summer, thunderstorm” look about them. The atmosphere was also on the warmer side, and indicated that my initial impression was a fair call. Most of the day, however, turned out to be a beautiful, sunny day.

Checking my emails and Facebook, I considered making a juice and sitting on the balcony, drinking and reading, enjoying the remnants of a glorious afternoon. But that, alone, wasn’t enough to motivate me. It wasn't until the rolling peal of thunder, distant, understated, but oh, so very present, that I was impelled to act. Fetching my generic ice-cream (which was surprisingly quite good, and was actually ice-CREAM and not ice-CONFECTION!) and sat on the balcony to watch whatever show was about to unravel.

First there was a mass of dark, grey clouds, progressing evenly and steadily across the skies. They murmured their deep, throaty declarations that, yes, there was a change in the weather about to occur. As they progressed on their travels, there were a few subdued flashes of lightning, not wanting thunder to have all the attention. Their illumination was evident in the way that considered well-positioned down-lighting is: you know it’s there, but it you don’t have to be caught in its halogen-headlight glare to acknowledge it. and then there was the occasional flash that WAS feeling insecure and DID need validation by being more visible and open to acknowledgement.

The lower clouds began to form a misshapen winged keel, reminding me of the special effects of ghouls and evil spirits who have begun to manifest here on earth from the underworld, or some other dimension. Or when the dark liquid mixes with the light liquid of a high tech bomb, set by some megalomaniac trying conquer the world by destroying it. And then that ship sailed.

It was replaced by lighter clouds, and even a daring hint of blue sky. I tried to imagine myself as a painter, contemplating the ratio of black and blue and white acrylic I would need to combine before resulting in just the right shade to give my masterpiece that feel of reality. Strangely enough, it was only at this point that the winds stirred from their slumbering stillness, perhaps the older family member irate at the inappropriateness of the younger generational elements and their need to party noisily. And then came the rain, or heavy drizzle, such that it was. Like the star of a show, putting in its appearance, out of obligation to the show’s backers and the paparazzi, before into the night and mystery of their life! And now….the skies are 80% clear, the almost setting sun does shine, the roads are drying and I’m left thinking, “THAT was the storm???”