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Enchanted

 I've been trying to force this blog out for awhile, unsuccessfully. Deb's off visiting her sister, my chores are close enough to done, and rain is threatening, giving me pause to start the ones that remain. Thus I was a moment ago sitting enjoying a sweet sun tea, listening to some Bluegrass and finishing an article. I had put the Telluride Bluegrass Cd on the stereo last night while reading. Both the CD and the article on my phone were left over from last night. Inspiration struck, I refilled the tea switched the stereo to Stevie Nicks and pulled out the laptop. Pop, fizzle, nada, just a blank screen and an equally blank brain. We'll blame Stevie!

 The Stevie Nicks book (that seems to be what she is calling it?) is a neatly packaged box set of 3 CDs, art and photos called ENCHANTED. It was an impressive buy for a dollar at a library sale some years back. Kind of the equivalent of finding a good Dali print at the thrift store. The memory of the thrill of the 'hunt' wasn't what drew me to it today, it was the title. I'm trying to write about that which can be believed but not seen or proven with our senses. That piece of life somewhere in what Rod Serling would have called the twilight zone.  Jung would have called it synchronicity. I'm a person who doesn't understand how fax machines work or know how to text, a lot of things, for me, fall into the magic category.

 Synchronicity, is often simply a mirror reflecting the seeker, confusing and egging him on. "Ah!, Some mysterious hand is guiding me - I must dig deeper!" That is the condemnation by those who poo poo traipses down winding paths. They miss both the thrill and the discovery. No not every time but well, we'll see, perhaps sometimes.

 In unpacking books I pulled two aside to read. IN A PIT WITH A LION ON A SNOWY DAY (I'll just call it Lion to avoid running out of typewriter ribbon;~) is a Christian themed book that thrilled me because it connected with me every bit as much as my last book (also Christian themed, The Purpose Driven Life) had left me cold. I'm very agnostic, but I am not anti-Christian. To live in this age, statements like that harken back to ones like "I'm not racist. I have friends who are ___" So guilt trip averted, shwooew! Anyway the second book was The Intention Experiment by Lynne Mc Taggart which I would have to put over in the woo woo Boulder metaphysical category. (I will also add that it is a sign of the times that Wikipedia labels her with cautions -  note the lack of cautionary notes on Carl Jung's views!)

  Now just to entertain synchronicity throw in this little gem which Google had offered me as last night's read. (If you want to take a moment and read all of the links to try to catch up feel free, I'll wait right here --- We good?) Yeah, if quantum physics is your hobby please feel free to explain that last read to me! I mean I read it - the words, but lost, Oh, just a time or two! Perhaps I'm agnostic on physics also! The synchronicity aspect is they each, from wildly different perspectives talked about that twilight zone of prayer, intention, and entanglement.

 Lion offers the encouragement that what crosses your path is God ordained. He further asks why are you wasting your prayers on 'little wishes'.(and yeah even devout agnostics let out a prayer now and then.) I loved the line that "The goal of faith is not the elimination of risk".  I mean I want these words to come out in some semblance of 'right'. Should I be bothering God with that? Perhaps I should just write the words and pray for myself to find my purpose in life and peace in death. Maybe the words are but a vista on the winding path to that destination. I'm down with that!

The Intention Experiment notes the ability of some aspects of quantum physics to apparently move both faster than the speed of light and backwards and forward in time with actual effects on reality. Like most metaphysical discussions the author begins by noting some of these 'impossibilities' and moves on to both accepting them and asking the reader to join in testing them with 'little' experiments. The implication is a rather unspoken of prove it's real at a small level and well....

 The Price article takes on entanglement as a thought experiment. Accept entanglement but view it not as violating any laws of physics. Simply view it as waves running through some fun house mirror of a black box that we don't understand, easy peasy. 'No we don't understand it just yet but don't worry when we do we'll be using it to build really fast fax machines and such'. 

 I suppose it is the nature of man in every age to look at the unknown from their personality's perspective. How do birds fly? How do bats see in the dark? Heck, why did my father's dog act weird when my mother cooked lamb? When one goes deeper than these 'little' questions it's hard not to go with God or a more interconnectedness of the Buddhists, sure - room for science in there. Me I'm agnostic on the whole lot. I'm down right suspicious of motives humans are still humans. Enlisting God, some metaphysical entity, or science on your side does not remove the human aspect. 

 I've little to say on the garden as it remains Deb planting exotic flowers and me dreaming and looking for synchronicity to guide me. Yesterday as we met with a broker and managed to break the logjam that is modern medical insurance synchronicity offered a tidbit. Next to the little ice cream place of our meeting was a branch of Worley's Greenhouse. Inside we were greeted with "How can we help, you any questions?" "Yes, that second one - questions!" "Oh, let me get one of the Worleys - Hey Saber, he has questions." What followed was one of those rapid fire back and forths which leaves you knowing you're in the right place. Pear trees?, Grape vines?, soil?, "Oh your family has a Bluegrass band?" No just your brother - cool - what was that plum your mother did good with? We left with some fresh veggies and my head swimming with plans and thoughts. I would contrast this with a recent visit to the local Loews. I asked the fellow watering plants what he knew about the fig trees. He replied, "They don't teach us anything here. I just water the plants." I left Loews wondering if I could wait till seasons end and get a better price on clearance. Somewhat different business models.

  I hope asking tons of questions will help with the actual work. I know in the end a garden should have a mix of thought and actual action. No one path makes a life. The rain hasn't come as I expected today (shoulda prayed harder;~) and Deb will be home soon and wondering about tangible actions so I better finish those chores.

 Before I go one more link on RFK jr which I think is worth the time. Please note if RFK jr was running as a Libertarian I would find much to disagree with him on before I would help to nominate him for my Party. RFK jr is running for the nomination against the sitting President. Much as Eugene McCarthy ran against Lyndon Johnson. McCarthy didn't win New Hampshire's Democratic primary but he did embarrassingly well and changed history.

   Doug A.

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