Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Perhaps in Another Life
I find the notion of other Janets in other universes a comfort. The quantum idea of each choice leading to another possible reality means there could be a whole lot of Janets out there somewhere. Which is good. Another Me may have chosen a different career, or life partner, or place to live and had those lives play out quite differently. Some may have more privileges that give them a step-up in life. Others may really be struggling.
I met one of those ones in a dream once. While I was struggling with an issue, I met another Janet who was struggling with the same issue but from her own different perspective. She lived in a different town, in less comfortable circumstances than me. She had our daughter, just like me, but I didn't see my husband. And she was desperate. Poor thing. My heart went out to her. I wished across whatever distance may have separated us that she feel better, and hoped that just as her reality bled through to mine, some of my good wishes would bleed through to hers. The dream was one of those ones you know is real, and as I saw her in the dream, there was no question that she was as much me as well, Me. She felt like me. Her life was simply playing out a different way.
I've also met a me who wasn't Janet in a dream. But he was every bit as much Me as I was. He was about 11 years old and very much a boy - what fun to get into a boy's head like that. I don't know where he was, but there was no question in my mind that he was me. Every bit as much me as I am.
It's all a bit weird, but in a good way.
Dreams themselves lend us a flexibility of consciousness that we don't often see in everyday life. But I've had daytime experiences too, that have made me wonder just how closely we are tied to this reality. These things could be written off as a form of brain hiccup or something that might someday be scientifically explained. That's fine with me. But they felt as real as this keyboard I'm using to write this story. And even if they end up being brain hiccups after all, they still add something wonderful and interesting and comforting to my life.
Thinking like this consoles me, because it expands my thinking. If I am all Janets, then I am all Beings. We really are all One. The ability to make the leap from one Janet into another is in me, and if it's in me, it's in all of us.
It consoles me because it leads to ideas of alternate realities, perhaps realities where intuition, telepathy and the more subtle perceptions of life take precedence over thinking, analysing. Or realities where we explore life from a framework that is not chronological. Or realities that are far beyond my capacity to see or imagine.
It consoles me because it means there isn't quite so much pressure on me to get things right. I don't have to do more or be more than I am. Another Janet may be in a better position to rock the world. In this reality I can be just as I am, finding my joy here and living the wonderful life that I've been given.
It also takes the pressure off in a grander way. Since it is all so unreachable, so far beyond my ability to grasp, I can relax about it all. Something much bigger than me is in charge. I can rest in that loving energy and trust that this greater power is taking me where I need to go.
There's only so much I can fit into one life. It comforts me to imagine that another me could be sitting at a café in Paris, or marvelling at the Sultan Ahmet Mosque in Istanbul or tasting chicken pho on a street in Hanoi. I can't do it all right now, but perhaps in another life ...
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