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I consider many of the stories I write are a\nprophecy of things to come. I believe this because I believe in the quantum of\nquantum physics. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a possibility of many parallel Universes\nin existence at the same time. They are completely identical except for the\noutcome. Within this line of thinking, I become responsible for my future and\nits outcome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For me the quantum part means that I see quantum\nphysics as if it were two parts: the unknown magical part, quantum and the\nphysical part, science, known as physics. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
All new concepts and discoveries are not\nbelievable at first. However, over time these ideas gain credence. I have my\nreasons to believe that I am one of many who have a glimmering about the\nmagical part of quantum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I believe that some of these multi-universes\noperate in the realm of the supernatural as we are becoming, however\nrudimentary, to understand. The realm of the spirit world of angels, demons,\nsouls and spirits. The all-knowing Universe that I write about. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peg was my lifeline, analogous to the \u2018line\u2019 in my\nstory, The Tight Wire<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Peg saved me by being my \u2018line,\u2019 which I held\nonto for dear life. Alas, she was also my safety net, which allowed me to take\nchances and walk a different line. With her I was able to constantly, but\ncarefully, step outside my safety zone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With Peg\u2019s passing, my lifeline wire is fraying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I believe Peg\u2019s arrival in my life was by design, design of my own making, a quantum design, not the responsibility of my beloved Universe. I am prophesying my own future in the way I conduct my daily life and, in my thinking, and writing. I simply do not know the outcome in advance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Now that Peg is on her next Journey, my lifeline\nis no longer connected to any substance. I am falling. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I am desperately trying to find my way without\nthe aid of any light; falling through an endless void with no compass. My Angel\nis not there to illuminate my way, she is there only to help me complete my\nearthly journey, no matter what the ending will be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my story, I Make my Future<\/em>, I address\nmy own need to make my future by envisioning many quantum outcomes. The one I\nchoose will be the way life goes for me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There is no bottom to my fall this time; this is\nit. I am prepared to join Peg, or make a different outcome. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Excerpts from some of my stories are set below. I\nleave it to you to see the intimate connection of the words, which are there\nonly, because as a writer, I am compelled to write the chain of words even if I\ndo not understand them and their connection with the future. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Excerpts\nfrom The Tight Wire<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n There was less than a thousand feet to go. The\nwire was heating up, the grease working itself out between the fine strands.\nDuring all the years he had spent learning, he found the wire had a life of its\nown, telling him everything, telegraphing its feelings through the buffalo hide\nsoles of his slippers. But now, the wire was telling him it was dying.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Prepared in France, the wire was the finest of\nits kind, very strong, attention had been paid when it was woven. As always, he\nhad supervised the rigging for this walk, spending hours going from side to\nside checking the tension and the security of the anchors. This change in\ntemperature was unexpected. He had waited for three days for overcast, cool weather,\nwith no wind. Halfway through, the sun broke through the clouds and warmed the\nwire. Had the gods parted the clouds to peer down at his walk? The tightwire\nbegan to slacken from the heat; a fresh breeze made balance difficult. He must\nhave offended the gods; one cannot walk wire without the consent of the gods.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Walking was the province of the gods. You must\nalways be in grace with the gods because only they prevented your fall.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Wallenda fell in South America, they said he\ndidn’t supervise the rigging. He had offended the gods by calling it, `The Last\nGreat Walk.\u2019<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n He had been afraid before. At first, he felt\nparalyzed, his legs turned to lead, he stopped and balanced. The braided wire\ndropped one inch; the ends of his pole deflected up one inch. He began to walk\nand then run across the tightwire, the weight of 38 years of life left his\nbody. He was light; he flew across a wire that was no longer pressed against\nthe callused, godless soles of his feet.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n When\nI wrote these words, I intuitively knew my life was intertwined with Peg. If\nPeg passed, my lifeline would become unraveled. How would I be able to exist\nwithout her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Excerpts from I Make My\nFuture<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n My\nfuture does not exist until I do something to move from my present energy place\nto some other energy place.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Tomorrow is an empty place. It doesn\u2019t exist\nuntil I fill it. I can fill tomorrow with today or I can fill tomorrow with\nsomething new.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I have the power to change tomorrow by changing\nthe energy of tomorrow by my greatest power, my thoughts.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n This is my example of the power of Quantum\nthought. I think it, so it will be. My current state of grief is causing me\ngreat mental and physical harm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My conundrum: here, with Peg\u2019s infinite living\nenergy around me and finish out my life on earth, or leave my earthly life now\nand join Peg in completeness in the Universe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I believe in Life after Death but still, while currently\nfalling through the void, I must find a reason to want to stay here. Only with\nthat reason will I be able to arrest my fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Excerpt from Life after Earthly Death<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n It\nis said: physicist Stephen Hawking\u2019s believed that after death, we simply turn\nto dust. If I believe his teachings and I have something important to\ncontribute, I need to contribute it now. Or, is there an alternative?<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Apparently,\nHawking\u2019s also believed that the Universe and Time all began at the same\nmoment, the moment of the Big Bang: a theory that is all his science can prove,\nso in a way, as great a thinker as he was, he was held hostage by his science. <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Personally,\nI am not held hostage because I do not need to prove anything and I have a\ndifferent understanding of Time. Although rarely discussed, Time is the\nimportant part of the puzzle. The Big Bang was 13.8 billion years ago: an\nunfathomable period of Time for a human, but perhaps a mere blip in the life of\na spirit or an Angel. <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n My\nexplanation and knowledge of Time is why I know I will be back. I won\u2019t need to\nwait another 13.8 billion years, because new Universes are created all the\ntime. Other Universes are running concurrently with ours. Everything I do, say,\nor write is flowing into the other Universes as wisdom. <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I\nam here, and there, in the same moment, but nevertheless, different. My\ncontribution is made now, here, and in a different Universe concurrently. My\nspirit is in multiple Universes at once. I know.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Two\nDoors<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Two doors in front of you stand closed.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Which to take?<\/em> One<\/em> enters on the realities of life, atomic dirt and strife.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The very thing you now despise.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The other enters upon your dreams, mystic clear\nand clean.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The very<\/em> thing you idolize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now you must decide.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Each is clearly marked.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Some will<\/em> choose the door marked life, to conquer all its dreadful stink,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n and by winning<\/em> self-esteem find the door marked dreams.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Some will open the other door and<\/em> through the power of their dreams,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n gain the strength to stand before the door<\/em> marked life.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Some will exist forever, their hand outstretched into the air,<\/em> and never open either door.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n They will need no life, nor have no<\/em> dreams.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The point: I find it is possible for\nme to live in the boundary between the multi-universes. I only know I live in\nthis boundary after I read what I write, otherwise I consider my existence in\nthis boundary normal and realistic and not magical thinking. My wish is that the\nabove explanation will give you new insight into my thinking and how I believe\nI make my way through life by living the ending in advance. 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