What the Bleep?
So Saturday night some friends and I got together to watch the movie What the Bleep Do We Know. Two of them had already seen it, and promised that it was thoroughly worth watching, and would change a person’s point of view of the world.
Now, having previously read some Stephen Hawking, The Hidden Messages in Water, a lot of Gary Zukav and about a million books on how thought affects mind & reality, or rather, our perception thereof, my world was not much expanded.
But. Another woman who was there had an experience as promised. She’s a serious type-A personality and her world is controlled and o-r-d-e-r-e-d.
We had to stop the DVD as the possibility of quantum physics being a reality hit her. Or rather, the realities expressed by quantum physics being a reality hit her. Or that the possibility of the internal creating the external and all is based on perception hit her. Or maybe it was the whole “without an observer” idea that did it. It was all kinked up together, and I thought she was going to have a panic attack–which I’ve seen her have, and really was hoping would not happen.
In the end, there were no panic attacks and enough mimosas to make it all go down easier. I wonder if she’s wondering if those mimosas were really there, or only so because we believed they were. And the gummy germy people-particles, too.
Now, having previously read some Stephen Hawking, The Hidden Messages in Water, a lot of Gary Zukav and about a million books on how thought affects mind & reality, or rather, our perception thereof, my world was not much expanded.
But. Another woman who was there had an experience as promised. She’s a serious type-A personality and her world is controlled and o-r-d-e-r-e-d.
We had to stop the DVD as the possibility of quantum physics being a reality hit her. Or rather, the realities expressed by quantum physics being a reality hit her. Or that the possibility of the internal creating the external and all is based on perception hit her. Or maybe it was the whole “without an observer” idea that did it. It was all kinked up together, and I thought she was going to have a panic attack–which I’ve seen her have, and really was hoping would not happen.
In the end, there were no panic attacks and enough mimosas to make it all go down easier. I wonder if she’s wondering if those mimosas were really there, or only so because we believed they were. And the gummy germy people-particles, too.
