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Einstein’s Theory – Struggling to Explain


Isn’t this − E=Mc² − something we’ve all heard all of our lives? It seems so fundamental and yet, I recently tried to explain it to someone and got stuck. So, what does it really mean – Energy equals mass times the speed of light squared?

What does it mean besides what the words say on the paper, that is.

I asked a mechanical engineer friend – brilliant guy – and he said, “Hmmm. I haven’t thought about that in a long time. Ask me how to create an entirely new mechanism for heart regulation. I can tell you that right now.”

We all know Einstein’s theory; we’ve all heard it, but it is not a part of our everyday thinking. Or maybe it is, since it is so fundamental to quantum physics and quantum physics is becoming the new bridge to understanding the role consciousness plays in our universe. Maybe it is and so we really need to know it fully.

Here’s an infographic on Einstein’s theory that I found.  Simple. Elegant. Playful. Check it out.

Link: http://infographic.city/einsteins-theory-of-relativity-explained/

[Infographic originally from Space.com]


Ideas Repeat Themselves – So, What Does That Mean?

Galileo's DoorI look for the underlying current , the washing together of water beneath the waves, as I study and listen to amazingly smart leaders discuss nonduality and other realms of consciousness exploration. There is more to the universe than the matter we see, hear, touch, smell and taste, they all say, but then, so did Shakespeare and so have poets throughout the ages. And now, so does quantum physics and mathematics.  We seem to be coming together in our talks of consciousness, of oneness, and of our bonding together, infinitely.

And what am I, a single seeker on my own path, to make of all this? So many routes to explore! I run down one, find an intersection and run along another. And then, so many times, so often, I find myself in the same place. You might call it an intersection, maybe a cul de sac, maybe a destination gate. I think I like destination gate because I cling to the idea of a resolution, an enlightening, a certainty. On the other side of that gate, there it will be. I laugh. Disneyland? What? What is there? What will that feel like?

My Friends Offer Insights

A friend said to me not long ago that she explored all this stuff back in the 70s–various aspects and approaches to spirituality – and attended talks by leaders, from transcendental meditation to EST and beyond. She was in Los Angeles, so she had numerous opportunities right in her own backyard. After a while, she said, she began to see that they all said the same thing, They just all had their own ways of saying it: their own lexicons. But she noticed that underlying all of their approaches was – well — nothing new from one to the next.

“And so I stopped going to all those lectures,” she said.

“But what now?” I asked.  “Having seen all these leaders and studied them all, which one became the one you follow now?”

“None of them. “


“I live my life and enjoy it and besides, at the end, we all find out anyway. Why push it?”

But I Continue Exploring Realms of Consciousness

I seem to need to push it. I’m especially intrigued by the continuity from one leader to the next.

The Internet makes it easy, too, some may argue too easy, and I find I frolic from one approach to the next.  And yet, while I fritter along, I also stay on the same path, listening to Peter Russell, then Francis Lucille, then Edward Frenkel, walking along awhile with one, then another, all of them giving me their outlooks on the world. And one day, I know, all of this will come together.

I will come to an intersection, or it may be a gate. It may also look much like a door opening out from a dark, enclosed house, a structure I did not even realize I was occupying. Whatever it is, I will know it when I reach it, and I’ll let you know what it ended up being.

We Are One

The new physics provides a modern version of ancient spirituality. In a universe made out of energy, everything is entangled; everything is one.

~~Bruce Lipton


Why I Need Science to Teach Me Meditation

I envision my bookshelves back in my house at the beach. They lined the room, filling it with books that included literature from Chaucer to Virginia Woolf alongside lesser novels of every description, a great slew of them being puzzle-solving mysteries. One section was given over entirely to what I called then my curiosities. Some would call it seeking or new age or higher consciousness or motivational. But I was not ready to go there; I was only ready to admit that I was curious.

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Ring of Stellar Fire This image from NASA’s Spitzer Space Telescope shows where the action is taking place in galaxy NGC 1291. The outer ring, colored red, is filled with new stars that are igniting and heating up dust that glows with infrared light.

On these shelves were books that did not conform to western science, at least to my understanding of science, which was based on – by then – my own outdated information and on general public knowledge of how the earth spins amidst the forces of the universe.  Here’s where I kept my Autobiography of a Yogi, my Eckhart Tolle, Waye Dyer, Riane Eisler, Ken Keyes, Shirley MacLaine. I sought out writers who showed me a different way of seeing the world.

I dipped into many of them, but always I climbed back out of the pool, dried off, and got back to the realities of life. The books then sat, closed, on the shelves. The things I read about seemed so often like magic, which, of course, we all know is a conjurer’s bag of tricks. I’d read about yogis doing incredible levitations, and then I’d very soon afterwards come across a magician’s explanation of levitation tricks. I’d read about ESP and see how easily critics debunked experiments and ridiculed those wasting their time searching after something so patently based on trickery. The feats became in my mind akin to training a horse with tiny hand signals, so it might appear to be counting.

Where did I get this need for scientific proof of the inexplicable?

I harken back to the 1970s. I was befuddled at the time by people who flew to India to sit on dirt floors and learn – what? – from the masters.  I could not figure out what it was that they learned, no matter how often they explained and how closely I listened. Their talk about higher consciousness, about connecting with the oneness of the universe – what was that? I could not get it, could not absorb the idea of god, in the first place, and a god that was everywhere – well, that was unfathomable. If there was a god, wasn’t he/she sitting off somewhere keeping the universe spinning? Even if he didn’t look like the laughable vision of an old man in a big chair, wasn’t western religion saying there was an entity of some sort? Somewhere?  Science had already explained that the answer to that question was no; there was no one out there keeping watch; the wizard behind the curtain had been revealed, and the revelation was that there was no wizard. At least, that is how I understood it.

Science explained the atoms and the subatomic particles and the basic materials that made up the universe. So how could these eastern philosophies expect me to grasp a concept of oneness? Two marbles were two marbles, made of hard glass, not two energy systems interacting, and certainly not one marble. And two people? Or two thousand being one? How could that be? Well, my mind said, it couldn’t be. Not possible.

Airy Fairy was the term I most often heard.

And what red-blooded American wanted to be called airy fairy? Or gullible? Not I. I come from solid middle class stock, protestant and a life based on provable facts.  So, bottom line: I could never open my mind to the ancient teachings of meditation and higher consciousness if they could not prove to me that their concepts worked, and how, and why. I found that I could meditate, but only to the extent that it relaxed me and took my focus off the stresses of my day. I could go no further. No deeper. Uh-uh.

And yet I kept reading. I reached out to books on how to develop intuition, get in touch with my inner voice and reach my deeper consciousness. I tried left-handed writing and automatic writing. I would complete the exercises and look around the room at the hard surfaces of the desk, the chairs, the walls of the house around me. These were realities, my mind would tell me. The rest? That was imagination, the stuff ghost stories are made of.

I needed popular science to come full circle to the metaphysical. I needed to hear about the advances of quantum physics that was happening in academic arenas, and I needed those findings to be shared out with the rest of us — to take us out of the old, material-based view of the world and into one that begins to explain some of the ancient teachings, even as it begins to mesh with many of those airy fairy concepts I was too skeptical to embrace. I, being who I am, had to wait for middle America’s mainstream culture to embrace Einstein’s theory of relativity.  Dimensions needed to be explained by mathematics. And then, once science had begun to report that the material world was, indeed, not material at all but energy, or even just space, or fields of possibilities – or then, just information sharing –  then I needed translators who could connect these bizarre new theories to the world as I know it.

I’ve been seeking these authors out over the last year and a half, finding one, then moving to another, devouring their ideas, then when they mention another connector of the dots, seeking those authors out on youtube, books, radio, and in conferences.

And that is why I am here at my keyboard today, synthesizing what I am learning, me, a woman on a singular journey but knowing that I am amongst thousands on this same journey.  Most probably, millions.