The other day, I started thinking about a book that I read a few years ago, “Crack in the Cosmic Egg,” by Joseph Chilton Pearce. I couldn’t really recall what it was about, but it seemed to be related to all of these thoughts I’ve been having lately, so I picked it up and started reading it again. And as I suspected, it does relate, and so it seems to be one of those synchronicities (which I suppose can be considered an example of those “cracks” the author talks about in the book.)
The theory is that our consciousness creates our reality – and this is very compelling and fascinating to me. This book was written back in 1971. And it’s interesting that his theories tie in with all the fairly recent talk about quantum physics and the “power of intention” that everyone talks about these days and, in fact, might possibly have more relevance today than it did back when it was written. I find that reading it a second time brings even more insights than it did the first time. This man, like me, also felt like he was born in the wrong time. I love it.
This morning in my journal-writing, in thinking about this book, I found myself pursuing thoughts about the idea of reality not being static. I have always held the belief that our minds have the power to do just about anything – if we believe.
In other words, if I were to believe that I was capable of making an object fly across the room on its own, then I believe it would happen. But my inability to really believe in that possibility (and to some degree, my fear that it might actually happen and it would scare me) prevents it from being true. But what’s really interesting is that these childhood superstitions of mine are not perhaps as odd as I used to think.
And I used to think about these things long before I ever read this book or anything like it. I have always believed that BELIEF is everything. I never had anything to base these intuitions or beliefs on; I just innately felt that way. I always believed that if I focused very hard on something with concrete intentions, that I could make certain things happen, but at the same time, the possibility just scared me. And I believed that the reason that this type of thing rarely, if ever, actually happened to anyone, was simply because nobody is able to actually believe that it could be true. If everyone were to suddenly decide that a thing was true, then it would become true. It is all a matter of BELIEF. I used to worry that I was crazy – but more and more, there is evidence to suggest that there is something going on here (think “The Secret” or “What the Bleep Do We Know!?“).
And didn’t Jesus say in the Bible, something about faith moving mountains? Faith and Belief can actually mean the same thing. It is all Context. While to religious people, “faith” implies a belief in God, “faith” can actually mean a belief in anything that is not based on actual fact. And although I am not religious, I do believe that there is something that exists – not an entity called “God,” but more of an all-encompassing power of life and consciousness in the Universe and on this Planet – in us and of us all. And that we all have more power than we know. And this “sense” of the ultimate is what religious people see as “God.” But it is all one and the same to me. (Not that everyone might agree with me.) It is hard to even articulate this stuff but it makes all religions begin to make sense to me and explains a lot of things.
The views in this book even make sense of experiences people have claimed when under the influence of mind-altering drugs, and of shamans, and other archaic events and beliefs. When anything causes one’s sense of reality to be suspended, chaos follows. Is this merely imagined – or do strange things actually happen? There are many stories where there is no obvious benefit to anyone having made it up. I have read Carlos Castanada’s books – which are quite mind-blowing. I believe that most people probably decided it was all made up. But was it really, and why would he – or more importantly, how could he – make up such a story? What about these fire-walkers in certain cultures; there have been books written about those people, although I haven’t yet read the accounts. There are some really amazing things in this world, whether ones believes it to be true or not. And according to Joseph Chilton Pearce, if enough people start to accept a thing as being true, it eventually becomes commonly true. But in the absence of those commonly-held beliefs, isolated instances that defy conventional logic do occur.
I believe that in our Western, “civilized” world, we have actually sacrificed a lot of our human potential by our strict adherence to only a certain type of beliefs. To some degree, science has created this disbelief of anything that it is unable to explain in concrete terms. But science has also begun to “discover” some amazing things. Who knows what the future might hold for humanity and our planet. But reserving a belief in “magic” in some way or form may not be as silly as most people would think. That is my belief. After all, a lot of things that we take for granted these days was once upon a time believed to be Magic.
If, as Mr. Pearce says in this book, our collective thoughts and intentions have influenced our world and reality – I say perhaps someday we could even bring into existence the ability to live forever; in this context, anything is possible, anything at all. And to be honest, I have always believed this. But living in this so-called rational world I have had to bury those beliefs to some degree. But I want to now dig them out from childhood, bring them back. I always said I was going to live forever and I did not doubt it as a child. If I somehow could belief that without doubt, then I believe it could be true. These things get so mind-boggling and circular, but I find it all fascinating and exhilarating!
And I have been realizing too, just how much books can direct and change our reality and our future. So authors really are the architects of change in many ways, maybe as much as, or even more than scientists. And, after all, it is writers who inform the public about what scientists are discovering, otherwise it takes forever before we know anything. Writers actually have a big responsibility when you think about it. Maybe that is one reason why it is so hard to write.
I think one reason we have changed so dramatically and quickly in recent years is because there are so many writers and so many books written every year, and which are increasingly available to more people. Information grows, so does our curiosity and imagination and thus our world changes along with us.
Some things don’t seem to ever change fast enough to suit me, but… I do love books!
… speaking of which, there is another book that I read a number of years ago that I think I might want to read again; it was also quite fascinating:
“The Holographic Universe: The Revolutionary Theory of Reality,” by Michael Talbot