Remembering Infinity

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Remembering Infinity: Be the Fizz!

In the wonderful refreshment of life, why not be a “sparkler” and a “popper”?  Be the fizz!

In the wonderful refreshment of life, why not be a “sparkler” and a “popper”? Be the fizz!

Have you ever noticed the tiny bubbles in a glass of Champagne, sparkling cider, or any other “fizzy” drink, for that matter? There’s just something about those carbonated drinks that makes them so special and festive. They tickle your nose and taste buds as you drink, they move and sparkle in the light, and they bring a sense of joy to nearly any occasion—in fact, if you listen closely, you can almost hear them singing in the glass! Quite obviously, it’s the bubbles that make these drinks so uniquely uplifting.

I always enjoy the satisfying “pop” and fountain effect that occurs every time I wiggle the cork off a frosty, cold bottle of Champagne. Much to the delight of some and the dismay of others nearby, I often let the cork recklessly fly where it may—and I love to watch the foam build as I fill the glasses.

Some bubbles rise quickly to the surface, dissipating into the atmosphere with scarcely a moment’s hesitation or a ripple. Others are so full of life that they literally spring above the surface to pop and explode outward like tiny, pearlescent fireworks. Most, it seems, swirl and dance upward together—sometimes forming gracefully swaying “bubble Conga lines” or even merging playfully before they disappear. There are others too, that cling to the bottom of the glass, as if stubbornly refusing to join in the fun. It’s almost as if they’re afraid to let go and embrace the experience. Sadly, they neither grow, nor move, and eventually waste away—one invisible molecule at a time.

Of all of them, the bubbles I find most captivating are those that shine brilliantly as they rise. They reflect the light and offer something special—a magical “sparkle” to the glass.   Regardless of their individual qualities, there’s something wonderful about all of the bubbles—perhaps it’s their unpredictable movements, their lively energy, their effervescent spray, or the delightful tingle they leave behind. Whatever it is, there’s just something special about them that naturally contributes to a joyful and memorable experience.

In this wonderful refreshment we call life, I’ve decided to be a part of the “fizz”. I intend to be both a “sparkler” and a “popper”. I can see your “sparkle” too—but are you really letting it shine as brightly and brilliantly as you might? It’s easy. Just let go, share the experience with others, and enjoy the wild, unpredictable ride upward.



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Remembering Infinity: One is an Infinite Number

Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock? Image Credit: NASA

Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock?
Image Credit: NASA

So, we’ve probably all heard the phrase “We are One” bandied about quite often, particularly where so-called “New Age” thinking and concepts are concerned. But what does that really mean? And, honestly, how is that even possible? After all, I end where my skin ends and you end where your skin ends. If we really were “One”, as so many seem to believe, we’d all have to share the same skin—and wouldn’t that be a circus?

Hmmmmm. That could be viewed as wrong on so many levels—so maybe we’d better set circuses aside for a moment. Now I think most would agree that, with relatively few exceptions, each of us is one, singular being. It’s generally accepted that there’s only one person, one soul, or one personality assigned to each physical body. Most of us would also agree that our physical bodies are made up of a vast collection of cells—all kinds of cells. Blood cells, nerve cells, bone cells, and so many more. If we were to look at each cell as a tiny, individual organism or “being” within your being, then all of them, and you, together, form a single collective being. Right? Right. I guess you’re probably still with me so far, but this may be the point that I begin to lose some of you.

Be that as it may, what if we expand our thinking just a bit and consider our planet, Earth, and her entire ecosystem in much the same way? What if we were to see Earth as a single, collective being—just as we are? If all of us (human beings, that is) and all other living things—trees, plants, and other creatures, are the individual “cells” that make up her physical ecosystems, then our Earth may be easily perceived as a much larger collective being. In other words, Earth is her own living, conscious being—and we are simply a part of her.

Many ancient religions and esoteric beliefs teach the axiom, “As above, so below”. This simply means that the same principles apply as much on the grander scale as they do on the smaller. If we follow this template, we may expand our line of thinking to include planetary and solar systems, galaxies, universes, and beyond. And, since we’ve considered the macrocosm (all the beings larger than us) we must also consider the microcosm—that is, all beings that are much smaller than us. These would include cells, molecules, atoms, and the tiniest quantum particles of course—as well as unseen energetic forces.

Once we begin perceiving all things as being equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being, the answer seems quite obvious to me. We aren’t just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock. We are all, big and small, a part of One Infinite Being.

I would even go so far as to suggest that, once we are all able to truly see one another as One, then maybe—just maybe, we may begin accepting and loving one another more. Perhaps this is the very idea we need to embrace in order to begin healing ourselves, our species, and our world. And isn’t that a wonderful vision for the future?



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Remembering Infinity: Fall

For me, fall is a time of introspection and reflection.

For me, fall is a time of introspection and reflection.

Fall has always been my dad’s favorite time of the year.  The brilliant blaze of color as leaves are set aflame, shadows lengthening in the softening sunlight, and the savory taste of wood smoke in the crisp, cool air are all signs that another summer has passed and winter is on the way.

For me, fall is a time of introspection and reflection.  I often feel compelled to pause, enjoy the beauty of the present moment, and appreciate the graceful, eternal currents of time and change as they flow smoothly by.  At such times, I typically find myself drawn to rivers, ponds, or lakes—all places where still water abides.  As I watch the sun shimmer, glint, and dance across the surface, I know the water is being softly stirred by life—one gentle ripple at a time.

Before long, I find myself mesmerized, immersed, and seemingly at one with the reflections of sky and the magnificent autumnal hues of red, orange, and yellow.  My mind wanders back through the events of the past year, back through those of years past, and often to the wonder of lives past—for I’ve grown increasingly certain that I’ve known these too.

In quiet solitude, I think about relationships gained and lost, lessons learned, and the many things I’ve left to accomplish before the essence of my being is set free to experience it’s next “mission”.  This is the perfect time to examine, appreciate, and let go of the things and behaviors that no longer serve me.  Just as the trees release this year’s leaves to be recycled by the earth below, I shed my own leaves—those of my outdated, spent thoughts, beliefs, and ideas.

Once I’ve cleared my life limbs of the old, I feel free to begin storing energy for all the new growth I know I’ll experience ahead.  This is the time of year when many of nature’s plants and creatures do the same.  They busily prepare for a long winter’s rest—when they’ll dream of spring and the renewed life that will burst forth once the snows melt and the earth begins to warm again.  As we nourish and till the soil for our next growing season, we naturally begin to imagine and dream too—and our dreams are the seeds of our future.  Among other fine things, I intend to sow the dreams of Peace, Harmony, and Love.

What dreams will you be sowing this spring?



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Remembering Infinity: On Beads and Timelines

Whenever we make a significant choice and change direction in life, we move our consciousness to a new timeline—or a new “string” of possibilities.

Whenever we make a significant choice and change direction in life, we shift our consciousness to a new timeline—or a new “string” of possibilities.

One of the concepts I’ve had a difficult time grasping has been the theory that multiple realities exist in a vast sea of potential outcomes—and the idea that we can consciously change our reality by accessing new timelines (sometimes referred to as “Quantum Shifting”). Multiple realities? Timelines? Quantum Shifting? Hmmmm. Now there’s a stretch for our mental boundaries. And then I had an epiphany. Beads were the key! Yes, beads. I suppose I’d better explain.

When I was a kid growing up, I witnessed a fair amount of the Love and Peace Movement many have grown to equate with the “Hippies” or “Flower Children” of the 1960’s. While I was too young to be directly involved, I do recall some of San Francisco’s “Summer of Love” in 1967. In addition to having a psychedelic bus parked on the block near our apartment (reminiscent of the one from the Partridge Family television show), we had a nice couple living upstairs in our building who, while they may not have been actual “Hippies”, seemed rather sympathetic to the whole “Age of Aquarius” vibe. Both had long hair, went barefoot much of the time, and wore beads. He played the guitar and she made candles. Lots and lots of candles. Now I realize it seems as if I’m straying from the topic here—after all, what on earth do Hippies have to do with timelines and “timeline shifting”?

Well, believe it or not, it’s the beads. Some of you may not have been around long enough to remember them firsthand, but if you’ve ever watched any 60’s movies, you’re bound to have seen at least one instance where there were a whole bunch of stringed beads hanging from the top of a doorway. Those were apparently a “thing” back then. As I was trying to conceptualize timelines and how we might navigate them, it occurred to me in a flash of inspiration that these strands were a perfect way to understand them.

So let’s imagine that these beaded strings are all possible realities for us to experience. Each string is a timeline that represents the present moment at the top and a potential future outcome at the bottom. The beads are all possible key events or experiences. Places where the beads from different strands (or timelines) touch are choice-points—places where we may be faced with a decision to do one thing or another. All these timelines exist at the same time and some hold experiences we’d like to have—ones like health, love, and happiness. Others may have experiences we’d rather avoid.

Now let’s imagine ourselves as a drop of water in the upper left hand corner of our doorway. We slide down to the first bead on the first string and have our first experience—whatever that may be. Naturally, water flows by gravity and it tends to take the path of least resistance—so in this case we continue sliding straight down. That’s our default path or timeline. If we make absolutely no changes in direction through our choices, we will eventually wind up at the bottom of this same string, having experienced only those things that were presented to us along the way. A good example of this kind of path might be childhood—where we have very little choice in our life direction and are merely passive observers.

Now consider that the bottom of all the other strands are the potential places where change and our choices may take us. If we use our Intention and Free Will, we may use choice-points (places where adjacent beads or experiences touch) to shift ourselves from one timeline to another. For example, let’s imagine we’re flowing down one timeline or string of experiences and we have a choice as to whether we keep our same job or take a different one. If we decide to keep our same job, we would continue on, straight down the same timeline until a new choice-point appears. If we change jobs however, we suddenly overcome the status quo and shift ourselves over to a new strand of possibilities. We’re now on a new timeline with an entirely new set of potential experiences that didn’t exist on the other strand. We may consider these new experiences to be good or bad as they present themselves, but in either case our direction is driven by the choices we make. Therefore, we can decide to simply “go with the flow” or we can decide to try out a new set of possibilities on an entirely different timeline.

So that’s how I finally made sense of timelines—and how our expression of free will works with them to form our life’s experience. Beads and Hippies. Wow. Whoever would have thought it would take some obscure experience from the 60’s to understand something of such cosmological importance?

Universe certainly does work in strange ways!



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Remembering Infinity: Clouds

What are clouds, if not remarkable, Divine creations?

What are clouds, if not remarkable, Divine creations?

As I was seeking inspiration for a new post, I happened to look up at the cloud-filled sky and my mind began to wander (as if that’s never happened before). As I watched several thin, high, wispy “cirrus” clouds drifting by, it occurred to me that clouds might be a good topic to discuss. I quickly disregarded the thought, however. After all, aren’t clouds a bit “off-topic” for this blog?

At that very moment, what I suppose must have been my “Higher Self” chimed in with a gentle thought. “What are clouds,” the subtle thought whispered, “if not remarkable, Divine ceations?” Hmmm. Good point. “Aren’t clouds considered by many to be a gateway to the Angelic Realms, if not representative of Heaven itself? Surely that’s an appropriate topic for a column on spiritual awakening.” The words seemed to come from nowhere. I almost laughed. Another excellent point! I conceded to the logic and it was thus that this post was born.

Honestly, I really can’t get enough of clouds. I appreciate their many forms and moods, their spectacular color and light at sunrise and sunset, as well as their breathtaking, mighty displays as they flash and rumble angrily on a stormy might. Their cool, shady shadows arriving unexpectedly on a hot summer day, their gentle, life-giving rains, and their colorful rainbows all endear us to their humble presence. Clouds have inspired the works of countless artists—in fact, music, paintings, and prose have glorified and praised them for thousands of years. What young child hasn’t looked skyward to laugh and point in amazement at some imaginary cloud animal? And what adult, at some time in their life, hasn’t lazily stretched out on the grass to watch giant, wooly cloud-sheep grazing contentedly on a field of the most heavenly blue?

Even today, I take occasional pauses during the day to take note of the sky’s beauty. I often step outdoors at sunrise and sunset to see clouds at their most magnificent—cast ablaze in their rose, amber, and lavender hues. Everything seems so vibrant and alive in their color and light. As I ponder the nature of these wonderful, shape-shifting beings, it’s nearly impossible for me comprehend the fact that the actual condensed weight of some clouds could easily be measured in the millions of tons!

Quite clearly, clouds are miracles of creation. In fact, it’s almost a certainty that life itself wouldn’t be possible without them—and it would certainly be much less beautiful. Therefore, I’ve decided that I’ll never take them for granted. So the next time you’re held in awe of a cloud, why not offer a quick thought or prayer of thanks? I’m always glad when I do!



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Remembering Infinity: Our “Miracle Machines”

Do you treat your physical body with the respect, care, and love that it truly deserves?

Just think of all the wonderful things we’re able to experience–simply because of our human bodies!

One of the things I’ve been giving a great deal of thought lately is the relationship that we humans have with our physical bodies. It has taken me quite a while to understand and accept it, but I’ve slowly come to the conclusion that I am not my body. Now I realize this may seem to be a strange concept to some—and I understand their skepticism, for I was once a bit doubtful myself.

What I suppose I should say is that we are not the body itself—rather, we are the conscious awareness that temporarily resides in it. OK, I guess that’s probably as clear as mud. First, let me define “conscious awareness” as being the part of you that recognizes itself as you. The part that sits here reading this and thinks, “Hey, he must be talking about me!” That conscious awareness is not your body, but the energetic spirit (some may refer to this as the “soul”) that lives within and animates it. This part of you does not depend upon the physical body to exist, it merely uses the physical body as a vehicle to experience the physical world.

My favorite analogy for this concept is that we are not like a car, we are more like the driver who drives the car. Just as a driver will do with an old car, when our physical body dies, we simply get out and move on. That is, the part of us that we recognize as “us” takes on new form (spirit form, if you will) and may even, as I’m coming more and more to believe, eventually acquire a new body through the reincarnation process. So if this really is true, then the next time around I’d really appreciate having a high-end luxury model—one with all the options. I’ve had quite enough of this base-model “clunker” I’m currently commuting in, thank you!

But seriously, I’ve come to realize it’s exactly that kind of thinking and attitude that may be one of our greatest problems. As human beings, we don’t often recognize these bodily vehicles as the “miracle machines” they truly are. Think of all the fantastic things we can do with them! We can crawl, walk, run, climb, or swim to any of so many delightful places on our wonderful planet, Earth. We can appreciate the spectacular color of a sunset, the warm touch of a loved one’s hand in ours, the good night whisper of a small child, the sweet tartness of a fresh-picked berry, or the delicate fragrance of a blushing rose. We can feel the tug of emotions that seem to reach far beyond the physical—the ones that touch the very depths of our souls. We may experience these when we witness the passing of a loved one or a dear friend, the thrill of a child’s first awkward steps, or the pain of someone who is suffering. Such profound emotions also spring forth with love’s first kiss or when we’ve been stirred by an especially powerful piece of music. Our ability to experience these things—and so many more, is only possible because of the wonderfully worn, relatively mobile, and faithful collection of cells and tissues that we call our bodies.

It’s a shame that so many of us don’t well appreciate this most physical aspect of ourselves. Oh, sure, we feed them, bathe them, rest them, and at times “primp” them, but we don’t often love them the way we should. In fact, far too many of us (and I’m certainly guilty of this as well) treat them as an abusive parent might treat a child. Sometimes we may look at them in the mirror and wish they were taller, thinner, stronger, or less wrinkled. We may grumble about our aches and pains or curse our receding hairlines and expanding waistlines as we grow older.  If someone were to tell you such things frequently (and that’s what many of us do to our bodies every day), how would you feel? Well, that’s exactly how our bodies must feel too! They know what we really think of them—and yet they love us unconditionally anyway. They’ve been with us since before our hearts made their first beats and before we took our first breaths. They’ve been with us through childhood, our teens, and our journey into adulthood. They’ve accompanied us through all our trials, tribulations, and triumphs.  They’ll even be with us when we take our last breaths. And when our soul essence finally leaves them behind, they’ll slowly return to the dust from whence they came. Doesn’t that kind of service and loyalty deserve some respect, care, and even love?

I should think so. As a result of my “awakening”, I’m now much more aware of the physical aspect of my being. I’m working harder to recognize the beauty, health, and efficiency of all the cells, parts, and systems of my body for the amazing wonders that they are. I think positive thoughts about my body, bless it, and thank it for its selfless service. Now, when I experience an ache or a pain, I try to understand what it may be trying to tell me and learn from that experience. In several of her books, Dolores Cannon mentions the importance of simply talking to our bodies in a positive way, each and every day. Taking care of them, acknowledging them for what they truly do for us, fully appreciating them, and loving them is the least we can do to ensure their—and indeed, our continued good health and well-being.

And truly loving this most physical aspect of yourself is just one more way you may show your appreciation for one of the most elegantly complex, wonderful things that makes up our Universe—you!



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Remembering Infinity: Living With Loss

Our “Bubbies” It’s important for all who grieve to know that the deep ache we feel with each loss will eventually be healed.

Our “Bubbies”
It’s important for all who grieve to know that the deep ache we feel with each loss will eventually be healed.

One of the most difficult things we deal with as human beings is the loss of a loved one—be it a close friend, a member of the family, or a beloved pet. My family and I recently dealt with the death of one of our own canine family members, Ramsay (whom we affectionately came to know as “Bubbies”).

Bubbies was an Alaskan Malamute and a gentle giant. When we adopted him through an animal rescue organization six years ago, he had actually been scheduled for euthanasia and had less than 24 hours to live. My family and I drove for well over an hour just to meet him and it was love at first sight. I knew we were destined to adopt him when my wife looked up over his waving plume of a tail and whispered, “We just have to have him!” So we happily adopted him—and one of his kennel mates too, right on the spot.

From that day on, we were blessed to have him in our family. He was calm, well-behaved, and somehow seemed to have a seasoned “old” soul aura about him. When he suddenly developed a limp in a hind leg this spring, I took him to the veterinarian, thinking that he merely had something in his paw. Instead, he was diagnosed with an advanced state of bone cancer. We were utterly devastated by the news. Although he spent his last several months bravely navigating on his three good legs, he never lost his enthusiasm for life, his love of us—or his great fondness for stalking and chasing squirrels in the yard.

Shortly after we made the agonizing decision to spare Bubbies from further pain and suffering, my son and I sat quietly with him by our backyard pond. It was one of our favorite places to sit and that afternoon seemed strangely still—even the squirrels were respectfully absent. A visiting veterinarian carefully administered one injection that would let Bubbies fall asleep, then, once he was asleep, another that allowed him to escape the bonds of this world. As my son and I sat with Bubbies, appreciating him, loving him deeply, and sharing in the transition of his soul, it was truly one of the most beautiful—yet bittersweet experiences that anyone could ever have.

Despite the relative ease of his passing and the wonderful opportunity we’d had to say goodbye (for we spoiled him rotten on his final days with us), our sense of loss and sadness was profound and lasting. Of course, it helped to share our feelings with our family, friends, and one another. The love and comfort from those moments helped fill some of the emptiness that weighed so heavily on our hearts. I’m fairly certain that the individual consciousness of animals transcends death, just as it does for humans, but the thought did little to fill the void we felt—and still feel today. I do gain some comfort by talking to Bubbies during quiet moments when I feel his presence nearby. I remember how it feels to wrap my arms around his shaggy neck ruff and feel the softness of his ears. I remember the warm, close smell of his fur—and I feel so very grateful for our shared experiences and memories. I know it may seem strange to some, but I can’t help but feel he still hears and appreciates my thoughts and words at those times.

It’s now been several months since our Bubbies has passed and we’ve since adopted another beautiful dog soul into the family. Through a number of synchronicities, I’m just as certain that she was meant to be with us as I was about Ramsay when we first met him. The possibility hasn’t escaped me that perhaps, at some level, he knew this and moved on in order to make room for her. I don’t really know—but in any case, I’m deeply grateful that she has found a home with us.

Over time, I’ve come to realize that the pain, sadness, and grief of loss are just more things to be experienced, accepted, and appreciated through our daily living of life. As difficult as they may be to endure, it’s these and many other emotions that bring a depth, a fullness—a richness to life that can’t otherwise be experienced. It’s also important for all who grieve to know that the bitter ache we feel with each loss will eventually be healed—if not through the joy of fond memories and the passage of time, then certainly through the love and care of those who share the loss with us.

While the sadness of their passing may always tug at our hearts, I find great comfort in knowing that this separation from our loved ones is only temporary—that one day we will all be reunited. I don’t wish to hasten the day, of course, for I wish to experience as much of this life as I possibly can in the meantime, but the understanding that we will one day be rejoined makes the time we spend apart so much more bearable.

So if you are grieving or suffering a loss of your own at this moment, please take heart. We have all known, in some way, the emptiness you now feel. All of us understand and share in your sense of loss. And please know that our strength, our compassion—and indeed, our love, is always yours. Just like Bubbies, you can count on it.



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