The Quantum Leap Power Center
Where
The Sleeper wakes
An adventure begins
And in the beginning
There was
A word
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A blog
A center
A point
A power point
A power point in thought
Centered thought dawns
And then a leap
A quantum leap
A quantum leap in consciousness
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Unification
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The Holy Grail
The Holy Trinity
Three worlds unite
Physics: The world of form
Meta Physics: A world without form
Quantum Physics : The doorway
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Riddle sovled
All is One
Or is it?
Let the adventure begin.
Nothing Is Everything
It's a paradox
And you thought you lived in one world with one reality you could trust. Based on verifiable facts and absolute truths. Who are you kidding?
Let’s be honest.
Deep down inside you know the truth. You know something is not, quite right. And you’d be right. For there is a deceptive ruse afoot. Fraught with ignorance, lies, delusions & illusions.
Twisted between the swirls of your DNA and reinforced by you, in your own head. There is a split. A fracture, a deep wound and a canker. For just below the imprint of our perverted and distorted world view, three worlds, not one, stand juxtaposed. Each vying for supremacy.
But who of the three shall be king, when the king is but a figment of our imagination? When evolution is demanding a revolution? When the destruction of life on planet earth has flipped from a science fiction fantasy to a toxic nonfiction horror. And what if, the only superhero who can save the world, the one who’s trapped in this sticky web of deception, is you?
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MEET
The three heads of our three world views
PHYSICS
Is History
QUANTUM PHYSICS
A Square Peg In Black Hole
METAPHYSICS
A Silent Partner
“Beat the Drum. Get a grip. There is no Thunder God you pagan fools. I’ll prove to you what’s real and not,” the king of the first world said, shouting down loudly in mathematical tongues.
A language of absolute truths he called it. When one is always and only one and the only reality that exists is that which can be touched and seen and verified in a lab.
“The physical world is Everything and Nothing is Nothing,” he then squawked from his high and mighty tower. He snatched the ruling sceptre from the Thunder Gods, claimed the throne and bopped us all on the head, deeming the world mechanical and predictable.
Being the kind of king he was, he began inventing new rules & laws across the land. Like time and space and matter and closed looped methods and proofs and so on and so on.
As his grasp of the physical world took hold, he took hold of the physical world.
Little did his know, the most ironic twist of fate lay waiting. For his offspring, a quirky, erratic, unpredictable little fellow call Quantum Physics, began sending ripples of uncertainty though the lands.
Quantum physics is our shinny new Prince. Born of Physics and ruler of our 2nd world view. He was spawned from his fathers head or was it from his loins? It was a bit hard to tell for Quantum Physics, like the Higgs boson he’d discovered, was a bit of a peculiar anomaly. Here one minute and then over there the next.
Keen to win his fathers approval, he began a loyal and devoted decent into the depths of the subatomic world: Seeker of the God particle.
He dove deep, but the deeper he dove the more obvious it became that he had issues. For it wasn’t long before he developed a very mild stutter, become mathematically tongue tied and his eyes became a little cockeyed. For when he tried to look forward one eye went left and the other one shot straight up to the right.
He holds no sceptre in his hand but his white knuckled, sweaty little palm, does clings tightly to his recent noble prize. As if one win absolves him of all his sins and warrants him worthy to succeed the throne. Not likely, when…
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Most of his world view, still defies the “prove it to me rules” set forth by his father the king.
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When everything in his quantum world, even ’t’ for time, has begun to blurrrr.
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When math, his native tongue, now reeks of philosophical, mystical gibberish. Like multi dimensions and mass less particles.
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Seriously?
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Nonsense!
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Or is it?
Metaphysics, our High Priestess of the night wears a flowing crown of black raven hair, studded with stars. To gaze into her alluring eyes is to fall right through her soul into the dark void of the great mystery it self and be left there.
Suspended
Without foot
Without form
Her language is silence. Translate by those who would dare, through symbolic sight, myth and metaphor. She is the dream and the dreamer. Enchanting, hypnotic, lyrical like a siren. Listen to her call and with an all encompassing love, she will lead you to crash and die against the cliffs of Sirenum Scopuli.
In her lily white hands she holds delicate shimmering threads. Elusive wisp's of the truths, of all of those in her keeping.
Formless
Fleeting
Glimpses of light
Impossible to hold
Impossible to grasp
Impossible to articulate
Mortal speakers of her world, blunder and grapple. Stumble, distort, twist and turn to find the words. Words for the formless world of our third world view. It’s only the poets and artist who come close. All our other Noble Knights although hearts maybe true, intentions good and quest honourable, in spruiking, fall short. For to validate the elusive truths of the third world view, is too fabricate a sacred cow in the mortal world.
Once bought and sold, followers tend to cling ever so tightly, with such conviction.
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Sweet victims lost
Willingly die
For the cause
How tragic
How sad
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C’est la vie.
The Quest
Head to head,
Father to son.
It was they that set the gauntlet run.
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“THE PROVE IT TO ME SUM.”
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Curious, I thought I’d ask Yoda about the scientific quest for a mathematical equation of unification.
Yoda said,
“Essential element in the equation missing there is.
Elephant in the room the key it holds.”
The Blind men and the Elephant
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What if
I could weave a spell?
Three into one
The one in three
One truth