“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” William Shakespeare, MacBeth
As I drove south into town yesterday, headed for the laundromat, thinking about quantum physics, I was trying to reconcile the Implicate Order offered by David Bohm with the ideas of Stuart Hammeroff and Roger Penrose, that death is marked by the release of quantum information from the brain’s microtubules. See, if a person dies then comes back to life the information, once released to disperse into the Implicate Order, returns as well. In tact. Before I even got to the laundromat I realized that the darned problem was a red herring. The friggin problem was already reconciled before I started. I was merely distracting myself from the stable-sameness of my mundane life. So, I get to the laundromat, get my laundry loaded into the machine, then I sit down to read about The Faerie Faith wherein Serena Roney-Dougal suggests that mythical passage into the realm of Faerie might be analogous to a quantum shift, and she compared it to the passage of a person undergoing an NDE, over then back. Some kind of quantum shift, right? As I read I got one of those ‘pay attention’ prompts from my spirit guide, she who remains quantumly shifted at all times, so I look up from my iPad to see an old lady pouring can after can of Coca Cola into the bleach port of her washing machine. And I was like huh? As she was loading the empty cans back into the cardboard twelve-pack carton I asked her about it and she told me that it worked better than bleach. Well, I thanked her for the household tip then went on to wondering why the Coca Cola Corporation hadn’t seized upon the idea. What a marketing tool that would be! Regardless, I am not going to try it, I prefer my clothes drab. She didn’t even offer me a drink. So I went back to reading. I’ve long wondered about my NDE back in 1984. What happened? How does it work when it does happen? Tens of millions of people have experienced NDEs. At least some savvy scientists are on the case. Some insight would be nice. I hope they don’t turn their focus to Coca Cola. That would be a waste.
That was the beginning of my day yesterday. In the afternoon I worked some on the side job I’ve been doing, then went on to the cat sitting job I have, which basically entails feeding the four cats and cleaning their litter boxes. The cats are clearly grateful That’s important to remember. Always be grateful. This life is magic, and that is a gift. As for the NDE, I sometimes wonder if I am still, after 30 years, grieving for myself. The friggin experience changed my life, and now at the low point of my life I wonder what happened to bring me to this point. No complaint here, I am enjoying life these days. What is at issue here is how I have applied the lessons gained from the NDE. All life is precious. Love is the answer. All is One. Consciousness exists beyond the body. The brain just thinks it is doing it all whereas it is really only borrowing consciousness, so to speak. The brain is a transceiver. Go figure. If that don’t wash up some humility then what does? In the months after the NDE I was in a state of grieving. I can see that now, after all these years, but back then I knew only fear on one side of the coin while on the other side I knew joy and illumination. Friggin confusion is what it was. I’d lost the world as I knew it and I had no idea what I was doing in the supposedly new world. I was grieving, and my heart was broken. One treasure that came from that grief was that it eased my passage when the deaths of dear ones came upon me; my dad, mom, and my soul mate Lori. I not only knew how to grieve I also knew how it looked and felt to pass over to the Other Side. Lucky me. David Bohm called this world “frozen light”. That makes total sense to me. I like quantum physics. I know it is trendy but that is not the reason I like it. My soul is where the NDE hit hardest. That has affected and effected my daily life for the past 30 years. But my intellect needs cookies. Yeah, you heard me right, cookies. Quantum physics seems to allude to the soul in many ways. Therein lies cookies. I can feed my hungry intellect while perusing the magic of life. And there is a lot of it, this magic, in my life, these days. Sure, I have a Celtic Goddess who tells me when to pay attention to certain magical moments, but anybody can do it because it is what we are made of. Magic, frozen light, and Coca Cola. HA! Just kidding, the Coke is optional. The Whole Thing shines regardless.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.