The Avengers...

I watched the action-packed and hero laden movie, "The Avengers," again.  It was a splendid ride to become one with the "best of the most human."  Those with failings, frailties, and most assuredly, feet of clay.
I believe that's what appeals to all of us who become enthralled by the action mixed with ethical questions and individuality along with the hope of combined camaraderie.  All of these characters hold personal pain and sense of failure.  Still, they strive to be "better than past moments have permitted."

Running into the psychopath in my life - and there was a mutuality about that where I exposed my less than healthy states and felt the draw and allure of the alien force of magnetic pull which promised an illusion of finding wholeness - I discovered something by looking at my own reflection at the bottom of the dark well.  Just as the heroes, their back up support systems of others, and the very philosophy of "right" let down the barriers to acknowledging all of themselves, so have I.

Trust in the flow of this and all universes has returned.  There may be incidents where "the piper must be paid," but there is a grand scheme of energy and we each and every one of us have a place.  The AMAZING joy comes with the discovery that there really IS choice - always of our own decision's prowess  and the mettle of our own souls.  Battles of all shapes, sizes, and fearful encounters exist and we all have the choice of using our sense of unparalleled consciousness of moral obligation.  Will the story have the applause of those within our realm of action?  Perhaps not, but we will know that we stood the ground of distinctions between right and wrong and cared for more than our individual selves.

Since emerging from the dark and hollow land of the survivors of a psychopathic encounter where our goodness was twisted, I am less afraid that I will not like the me that arises in unusual situations.  Surprise of surprises, I have discovered that it has never been my ego that stood to gain a foothold.  It has been that part of me connected to soul that always remains extant.

Will I know upset...fear...and even the judgemental kickback of others?  Maybe.  But after my inoculation within the ordeal, life is sweeter.  I have even discovered my great passion for the well being of children - to aid them in safety, survival, and to offer a glimmer of hopeful expectation.  Optimism is the key to creating the life that we can "sink our teeth into."  I used to feel that I could more easily recognize lessons in the flows of life others exhibited.  Now, I have been granted the gift of evaluating my own short comings and attempts at redemption.  Not only am I a humble offering of humanity, but privileged to be so.  As each of us lesser heroes in this energy of vital functionality faces our personal demons and questions over paths and selection preferences, we become greater than just our own stream of living on its own.

Purpose and aim of positive meaning give our moment in time significance.  No matter what our state - real life hero, advocate against bullying, care provider, spouse, conscientious employee, or any other title in which we invest the best of ourselves - we owe it to the existence of possibility to strive toward higher realms of comprehension and understanding.

There may always be those opposed to elevated energy and benefit to mankind and the spiritual domains.  It matters not.  For in the instant that we choose to be courageous and make a difference, all time becomes one moment.

"We love our superheroes because they refuse to give up on us.  We can analyze them 

out of existence, kill the, ban them, mock them,and still they return, patiently

reminding us of who we are...

and what we wish we could be."  ~Grant Morrison   

Optimism and "The Multiverse"

Coming through my anguish with a psychopath and his nutter/taker clan, coupled with the upheavals in dealing with the bullying 5-month episode of my young grandson, and witnessing the repercussions of the abusively browbeating workplace to both of my adult daughters, I found myself wondering what could the answer for "humanity's quest" truly be.

I read a marvelous book, How Children Succeed  - grit, curiosity, and the Hidden Power of Character by Paul Tough.  In this wondrous evaluation of studies, the author reveals his belief that optimism has died in most of our cultural experience.  Is that what have felt?  I spoke with my daughters and to my utter surprise, they were unaware of a time of upbeat optimism.  For me, I remember the Space Race and my fascination with physics and quantum mechanics.  This led me to question my sense of "nothing changes" that I had developed from my direct observation and participation of events over the last few years.

Watching some older TV shows such as "Quincy, Medical Examiner," I noted the exhilarating energy of "fighting the good fight" against all odds.  I began to ponder the effect of New Age type "let it all just flow" ideals and why I felt bereft of vigorously active purpose.

Just as I have been toying with the thoughts about optimism, I came across a Nova TV documentary called "The Fabric of the Cosmos - Multiverse."  In this production, a delightfully communicative physicist, Brian Greene, ushers us along a journey of "what if" the mathematics are correct that we are living in but one universe.  A host of ground breaking physicists such as Alan Guth and Michio Kaku along with numerous others of different nationalities offer reasons for the validity of this hypothesis.  The cosmos is filled with ever expanding dark energy which houses limitless numbers of universes and within this dark matter exist dimensions of hyperspace where higher dimensions exist between the universes - the number being 11 where stability is maintained.

Scientists cannot yet prove the "truth" of this assumption made from mathematical evaluations, but it answers many questions regarding inspections of this reality. Why does this strike me as movingly hopeful?  Because there exists endless possibility and even within that boundless offering, the concept that we and all of creation is not unique.  There may be others-of-ourselves" out there beyond the boundaries of our universe who are like us or like us with variations. Duplicates would be inevitable with the mathematical probabilities.  Evolution for these players may have taken an infinite number of turns.  Also, existences may not be anything similar to ours and life may not be matter related.  We have not made contact with these other universes because light cannot reach our own with the infinitely expanding dark matter pushing universes apart in eternally expanding multiverses.  Professor Kaku enjoys describing this as the "Mind of God where Cosmic music resonates between universes and dimensions of hyperspace."

Dr. Kaku's study of the String Theory states that all potential particles are made of these vibrating strings and that these strings take on the properties of these loops depending on how they vibrate.  The extra dimensions   are circular shapes wrapped around the quivering strands, forming DNA of the universe.

What occurred to me is that the cosmic dimensions around the cables remind me of  emotions where the possibilities of our existence are created and changed by these energies.  This leads to an amazingly rich tapestry of deeper understanding of reality.

So, optimism appears to be a heightened dimension where we can affect with unbelievable results to our personal lives and spiritual expectations.  The New Age thinkers may not have been totally off the mark any more than religious followers.  We have the playing card of choosing our emotional state and this in turn alters the energy text of the strings which make up our particles and thus reality.

Surviving ordeals may leave one with a sense of being "stuck." This, however, is only a "sense"...a temporary and changeable state.  WOW!...

                               "There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for." ~Tolkien

As Kenau Reeves' character, Shane in The Replacements, put it with succinct eloquence: "I wish I could say something classy and inspirational, but that just wouldn't be our style."  That is the me today after my self-publishing of Romance Stew, Life in the Aftermath of a Narcissist, Humanity's Reluctant Connoisseur, and Humanity's Beaming Countenance from a once Reluctant Connoisseur.

The science fiction appreciator in me so loves the drama of the novel by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes.  Having been trounced by a psychopath - and yes, I'm quite sure that characterization fits - and his insane asylum clan, I have found a thread extant with the hubbub in the Scientology news sector.  So many critics are now standing up, facing onslaught of negativity to air their experiences.

Something happened in the '50's.  The comparison to this group works well for me because of the original doctrine of being the best hope for humanity. All of us who have come through the flames on this one sought to be a part of something bigger, greater, and meaningful. We relinquished much ego in the quest for benefiting others with a genuine benevolence.  I believe all of us who have survived the presence-of-another on the narcissism-to-psychopathy-continuum  had felt the same way, but discovered the intrinsic goodness of ourselves was twisted into a dysfunctional aberration of our soul's directive which was and is the normal state of the human psyche's link to something heady in unifying power.

We who are creating our lives and the "we" who are observing this evolutionary tapestry are connected by a "prime directive" that has been reshaped into some nebulous ether.  But, we DO remember who we are.  Surprise, surprise.  I still am working on what the damnable shift in reality truly was...and why did it take so long to "awaken."

All that might make some fascinating investigation, but that just might detour one from his path.  Just grabbing that glimmer of cognition may be the stimulus for righting one's purpose.  It's an alluring account to look at the  connection of the knowing mind to external reality.  I watched a stage hypnotist - exceptional in his expertise - work his magic on the volunteers onstage.  The amazing "feeling" within the auditorium was one of overwhelming affinity - perhaps so much so that we not only gave our agreement, but became one with the essence of the game.

Now THERE'S a great idea for one of Rod Serling's episodes of "The Twilight Zone."  I'm not at all sure by any standard of measure what I am beginning to "see."  I do hope it won't be like Stephen King's The Stand.

Here's to the next leg of this brilliantly exhilarating journey.  "Quest is at the heart of what I do - the Holy Grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life." ~Jeanette Winterson