Quantum Luncheon

After several hours had passed, he began to notice that he had been standing still, just gazing into an abyss that was made up of various pieces of his dream — sky, forest, the gentle way of the wind breezing through the leaves, the minute movements of insects creeping about on their incessant search for food, and now he too was rather hungry, he noticed that too. He was always fond of the maxim, “When hungry, eat”, and so that’s what he decided to do.

On a distant planet in another galaxy, nobody even knew that this realm we call “Earth” existed, much less that he was feeling like maybe a chicken sandwich with pickles and chips. And a nice chilled beer, that would go down well with the lunch he was envisioning as he emerged from his trance and headed back to this house. He was taking his time to mind each step, breathing slowly in and out, and trying not to imagine what the other people on that distant planet in another galaxy were going to have for their lunch.

As he opened the door to his house and stepped across the threshold, it became immediately apparent that something had changed. Not just something — everything had changed. At first he simply intuited it somehow, although he couldn’t form this startling change into a thought that made sense, only that this was not his familiar home, he had not entered the same door into the same living room that he once knew, and given the current developments, he would probably have to postpone his planned meal.

This was the funny thing about the imagination — it can make the impossible come true! Indeed, the power of thought was such that it could manifest anything, just like that, and now it seemed as if he was going to find out what the other civilization had for lunch too. As it so happened, however, it would not be like anything he could have imagined, and so he never actually was able to satisfy that element of his curiosity, and this is just the way it is sometimes with regard to day-dreaming.

Nevertheless, he was definitely somewhere else, and that proved intriguing enough to capture his attention. As it turned out, he found himself just standing for hours and staring into a vast abyss, an abyss which featured various pieces of his dream — sky, forest, the gentle way of the wind breezing through the leaves, the minute movements of insects creeping about on their incessant search for food.

Everything was mirroring everything else, as if it was all a kind of hologram within another hologram within yet another. He saw, moreover, that it all expanded outward to infinity and inward to infinity, and he was somehow at the matrix of this defining perception, though still feeling kind of hungry. Maybe a chicken sandwich with pickles and chips would hit the spot, along with a chilled beer or two.

 

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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