RE: What IS Reality
[sm=animal-smiley-085.gif][sm=dance.gif]I just want to say "To each their own". The reality of anything is the reality of that individual and the circumstances in which they find themself at any given moment. Therefore, realities are constantly changing - and yet nothing is constant. How the manifestations of each reality effect the individual are, again, dependent upon the relationship of the individual to that reality.
How,or indeed can, we affect that reality? In terms of Past Lives - will regression change the reality of events in those past lives? Will clearing our karma from previous existences then effect the realities of our present incarnation? If we undergo Future Life Progression, how can we perceive our present reality in terms of future events? Indeed, could we have then recognised the future reality of the puncture etc., and altered the constants that led to that event?
H'mm.
My gran always used to say "Be careful what you ask for, you might get it!" Maybe she was right......
RE: What IS Reality
This is reality - Create Your Day. If you saw What the Bleep Do We Know? you'll understand. Better still, buy both DVDs.
RE: What IS Reality
Maybe everything is reality.
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RE: What IS Reality
From the book The Phantom Tollbooth, ostensibly for children, by Norton Juster, Chapter 10:
“Do many people live here in the forest?” asked Milo as they trotted along together.
“Oh, yes, they live in a wonderful city called Reality,” he announced . . . “It’s right this way.”
In a few more steps the forest opened before them, and off to the left a magnificent metropolis appeared. The rooftops shone like mirrors, the walls glistened with thousands of precious stones, and the broad avenues were paved in silver.
“Is that it?” shouted Milo, running toward the shining streets.
“Oh, no, that’s only Illusions,” said Alec. “The real city is over there.”
“What are Illusions?” Milo asked, for it was the loveliest city he’d ever seen.
“Illusions,” explained Alec, “are like mirages,” and, realizing that this didn’t help much, he continued: “And mirages are things that aren’t really there that you can see very clearly.”
“How can you see something that isn’t there?” yawned the Humbug, who wasn’t fully awake yet.
“Sometimes it’s much simpler than seeing things that are,” he said. “For instance, if something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn’t there you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That’s why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones.”
“Then were is reality?” barked Tock.
“Right here,” cried Alec, waving his arms. “You’re standing in the middle of Main Street.”
They looked around very carefully. Tock sniffed suspiciously at the wind and the Humbug gingerly stabbed his cane at the air, but there was nothing at all to see.
“It’s really a very pleasant city,” said Alec as he strolled down the street, pointing out several of the sights, which didn’t seem to be there, and tipping his cap to the passers-by. There were great crowds of people rushing along with their heads down, and they all appeared to know exactly where they were going as they darted down and around the non-existent streets and in and out of the missing buildings.
“I don’t see any city,” said Milo very softly.
“Neither do they,” Alec remarked sadly, “but it hardly matters, for they don’t miss it at all.”
“It must be very difficult to live in a city you can’t see,” Milo insisted, jumping aside as a line of cars and trucks went by.
“Not at all, once you get used to it,” said Alec. . .
“Hasn’t anyone told them?” asked Milo.
“It doesn’t do any good,” Alec replied, “for they can never see what they are in too much of a hurry to look for.”
“Why don’t they live in Illusions?” suggested the Humbug. “It’s much prettier.”
“Many of them do,” he answered, walking in the direction of the forest once again, “but it’s just as bad to live in a place where what you see isn’t there as it is to live in one where what you don’t see is.”
“Perhaps someday you can have one city as easy to see as Illusions and as hard to forget as Reality,” Milo remarked.
“That will happen only when you bring back Rhyme and Reason,” said Alec, smiling. “Now let’s hurry or we’ll miss the evening concert.”
They followed him quickly up a flight of steps which couldn’t be seen and through a door which didn’t exist. In a moment they had left Reality (which is sometimes a hard thing to tell).
RE: What IS Reality
Would I be too brief in saying...
Reality IS.
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