QUANTUM- a love story.

A fundamental conclusion of the new physics also acknowledges that the observer creates the reality. As observers, we are personally involved with the creation of our own reality. Physicists are being forced to admit that the universe is a “mental” construction. Pioneering physicist Sir James Jeans wrote: “The stream of knowledge is heading toward a non-mechanical reality; the universe begins to look more like a great thought than like a great machine. Mind no longer appears to be an accidental intruder into the realm of matter, we ought rather hail it as the creator and governor of the realm of matter. (R. C. Henry, “The Mental Universe”; Nature 436:29, 2005)

The significance of this information is for us to wake up, and realize that we are all energy, radiating our own unique energy signature. Feelings, thoughts and emotions play a vital role, quantum physics helps us see the significance of how we all feel. If all of us are in a peaceful loving state inside, it will no doubt impact the external world around us, and influence how others feel as well.

“If you want to know the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” – Nikola Tesla.

Studies have shown that positive emotions and operating from a place of peace within oneself can lead to a very different experience for the person emitting those emotions and for those around them. At our subatomic level, does the vibrational frequency change the manifestation of physical reality? If so, in what way? We know that when an atom changes its state, it absorbs or emits electromagnetic frequencies, which are responsible for changing its state.  Do different states of emotion, perception and feelings result in different electromagnetic frequencies? Yes! This has been proven. (3)


Go with the flow. Let go of fear and your need to control. Relinquish anxiety. Let it slip away, as you dive into the river of the present moment, the river of your life., your place in the universe. Stop trying to force the direction. Try not to swim against the current, unless it is necessary for your survival. If you’ve been clinging to a branch at the riverside, let it go. Let yourself move forward. Let yourself be moved forward. Avoid the rapids when possible. If you can’t, stay relaxed. Staying relaxed can take you safely through fierce currents. If you go under for a moment, allow yourself to surface naturally. You will. Appreciate the beauty of the new scenery, as it is. See things with freshness, with newness. You shall never pass by today’s scenery again! Don’t think too hard about things. The flow is meant to be experienced. Within it, care for yourself. You are part of the flow, an important part. Work with the flow. Work within the flow. Thrashing about isn’t necessary. Let the flow help you care for yourself. Let the flow help you set boundaries, make decisions, and get you where you need to be when it is time. You can trust the flow and your part in it.
Today, I will go with the flow.

The thing


Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness.

sunnnWhen I was a little girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.



I’m aware that something is missing, the same piece of nothing that was here before, is absent, dissolved, evaporated. I will continue to surpass this void-like feeling and invest my energy in something worth my while. Short, intense bursts of life confused my gage of interests and I got lost in lustful pursuits. Previously unaware of the extent to which I desired, I’m now left fresh faced, clear headed and hungry for more than her eyes. A crush is crushing and I applause myself for attempting to harvest more than I could handle.  We were supposed to make lemonade and orange glazed muffins, but I’ll hold on to hope, that someday somebody else may be more apt for the adventures I find myself planning. I wanted to share my dreams and mediate my mind between succulent dialogue. She diluted my blood with her decorum, she made me feel alive. I’m not afraid of death, I’m afraid of non-being, not existing, not death itself, I think that death could be quite peaceful. But I have always associated it with pain.  But actually, a natural death has no reason to be painful. Surely it is just a pure demise of life, an utter reduction of energy to the most profound extremity.

But I want her back, before it’s too late. I think about her every day, but she is so far from here, and I’m so far from there. I recite the words exchanged between us;  in my mind, over and over again. Nothing seems to comfort me, except the constant satisfaction of cigarettes and coffee.

Monday inspiration

I wish I were a poet. I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I’m confessing it to you, because you’ve given me reason to feel that I can trust you. I’ve spent my life observing the universe, mostly in my mind’s eye. It’s been a tremendously rewarding life, a wonderful life. I’ve been able to explore the origins of time and space with some of the great living thinkers. But I wish I were a poet.
Albert Einstein, a hero of mine, once wrote, ‘Our situation is the following. We are standing in front of a closed box which we cannot open.’
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on?
I wish I had made things for life to depend on.

I have thought myself out of happiness a million times, but never into it.


Tell me, do you think I’m being sentimental cause
All this time I’ve been tryna work out what it was
That brought me close to you, wish I could feel it now
They don’t fall in love for that
They don’t fall in love for that
It’s all for you

Baby I’m not the one to help you make decisions cause
I need some time from you to know if this is best for us
If I don’t think it’s right, you’ll think I’m wrong
They don’t fall in love for that
They don’t fall in love for that
It’s all for you