Jenny L. Nielsen's "Quanta Qualia"

Deepak Chopra's book Metahuman is a delightful pathway to the practice of being at peace with one's self as a denizen of the universe who has "gone beyond". Beyond the normal path of recreational or work-business-school 9-to-5 plodding; into the family of folks who have become more than they are.  Following these exercises with an open mind, you will gain control of yourself and truly unleash your infinite potential. No human can promise miracles but if you follow this path earnestly I believe firmly you will at least learn to recognize and embrace the miracle that you are.  Following this book you will learn, at some level of reality, we are entangled. We are nonlocal. We exist and have consciousness--whatever that "magical" thing is! (Deepak tells us what he knows!) We can meditate and feel our very being, our existence. But we are also open and permeable systems. We co-create our experiences with others as members of groups. We generate experiences as ...

September 9, 2010 at 8:13pm The Universe and I Had a Chat by Jenny L. Nielsen The universe and I had a chat last night Funny how he showed up when I'd invited him to tea so many times and he hadn't shown but here he was now when it didn't seem right not the right cast of light but then of course it's right spacetime makes it's own decisions he rode in on a soap bubble but kinda plopped sat on the edge of the carpet for a moment before blinking out and then revamping the skylight with a light beam that shone on a cornerstone of my soul I'd swept into one of the catacombs of my heart without direction he spoke and said "Burp" (or perhaps this was the dish drainer? Although it was loud, and definite) and somehow this was enough I suppose or would have been if the book on my counter hadn't blown open to page 138 and I read some poem by e e cummings some dig on thank you god for an amazing ears of eyes that makes mor...

The Astrolabe - a Poem by Rumi (my own loose translation) My own recast, with some artistic license, from Persian (in tradition of Coleman Barks, using other translations and Google translate, and dictionaries etc as references) Love is defined by that pang in some heart; No longing equals that of a heart set apart. The pain of disentangling is man’s signature in history. But Love is the astrolabe of God’s mystery. Love for this one. That one. Whomsoever. In the end can only lead us to our Master of All Masters. Strive as you will to describe and explain You’ll find your Love puts thought to shame. To call by tongue draws Most Things nearer; Yet Always: a Love unexplained Is clearer. The pen went hurrying along mad treatises When it tried to write “love”, it shattered in pieces. The lofty intellectual collapses on himself: An ass, on his ass, sitting in the mud! An ass resting on his ass—a love resting on its love. The sun demonstrates...