Interpreting Reality

Ever since I watched the “What the Bleep?” movie the other day, my mind has been working overtime on how I see things in the world. I think this was the intention of the movie, to make us see things from a different perspective, and although the movie only starts to touch the surface, my mind has been filling in the blanks ever since. In my mind’s way, that is! To be honest, my mind has always been doing this, but it seems to have really moved up a gear over the past few days!

I had a dream last night that featured lots of different people. Some I knew, but the majority I didn’t. At one point in the dream, I was at a crossroads on a country lane. The car wasn’t mine in the dream, but I think I must have been driving it. I was pushing it in the dream. It was an orange car, but I don’t remember the model. I don’t even remember being in the car at any point… Along this country lane, there were groups of people standing around. Each person was looking upwards at something, and not moving. I couldn’t see what they were looking at, but they were all around me, and they were all looking up. And nobody was speaking.

Even though the people were not moving, whenever I looked at them, they were closer to me, but still looking up – they never took their attention from what they were looking at. As I was pushing the car, I was moving very slowly, and had to keep looking around me at all of the people, which was a strange number of people to be together in the countryside as well. I’d managed to get the car to the other side of the crossroads, and the people were all around me.

The next thing I remember is being in a living room, with different people.

The strange thing is the fact that the dream felt very real indeed. The car was heavy. The car was a vivid orange colour, and it really stood out against the greenery that was on each side of the country lane. The crossroads was over-sized for the location. The people were frightening in the way they weren’t but were moving. The confusion was very clear when I was in the living room. But as it was a dream, it wasn’t real. I remember it as though it was real though…

For a long time, I’ve always had a theory (if you can call it that) of the world beyond what I can physically see. If I’m in a room, my reality is just in that room, just me, the walls, floor, ceiling, and whatever else is in the room. The rest of the world is outside, and beyond what I can see. I ‘see’ the rest of the world as being in some kind of ether, the same place as where my thoughts, and dreams, come from. The places I visit and the people I see come out of the ether when I go to them. News stories come into my life when I am in the presence of a TV or radio, for example. Money in the bank is just a thought in this ether too, until I actually hold the money in my hand, when it is in my presence.

If I visit a new place, somewhere I have never been to before, with family and friends, the reality changes around me so that I experience something completely different. Are the people who are with me actually seeing what I am seeing? If I take a photo of the place, the image in the photo is the same of the place itself, but are others seeing what I am seeing, or are they looking at a different image? I’ll never know the answer to this, because I can’t see the world through another persons eyes. They can describe to me what they are seeing, which will fit in with what I am seeing, but are they seeing the same parts they are not describing?

This is why I find it so easy to believe in the power of the Law of Attraction and Cosmic Ordering. As I am creating my reality all of the time anyway, I can create it exactly as I want it. The only thing here is I need to have even more faith in my ability, and I will then be able to bring more things to me that I feel will please me, rather than things that I think I don’t want.

Before you think I’ve tapped into some kind of crazy parallel universe and stayed there, I don’t always think like this. Most of the time, my thoughts are less deep and more superficial. Sometimes I think that things are as they are just because they are, and don’t go any further than that.