Bending Reality by Bernice Kelman
Really Chris? You read a book mostly dictated by an energy force calling himself “Sir Garrod”?
Well, a lot of it, yes, I did.
Because it was given to me by my neighbor, the author, Bernice, with whom I’ve lately set up a weekly grocery shopping date.
And at least half of it, I skimmed or skipped. Not of interest. And yet… the underlying message is nothing wacky, nothing hard to get behind, nothing more simple than… love.
And I like that she – or, she would correct me, he/she/it, Sir Garrod – supports the theory of parallel universes, a favorite of mine. To wit:
“Consider that this is a central path and that as you move along this path, every time you come to a decision-making point, you are at a crossroad where you create alternate versions of yourself that each explore a different decision.”
There is stuff in physics that suggests that indeed every ‘decision’ made by a quantum particle simultaneously goes both one way and the other, forking off an infinite number of universes. So you see, scientific basis!
Seriously, it’s just a vision I like… it gives me a calm feeling to envision the dominoes of the universe all hitting each other, my path just being one path of dominoes among infinitely many. Maybe this is what “belief” is, or spirituality, or somesuch. Do I “believe” this? What does “believe” mean? That word has always rubbed me the wrong way because in practice it always seems to mean, “I aver this is true even without evidence.” If you had evidence, you wouldn’t say “I believe…” you’d just say the fact that’s true.
All I can say about my parallel universe theory is that it could be true and I like to think about it. Whatever that makes me – spiritual, wack – is what I am, so whatever.
But this is my own sidetrack, and not the central message of the book. The central message is what Jesus was trying and failing to get us to do from the beginning: love one another. Just love.
Gives me a warm rosy glow when I’m tipsy just before bed, but so hard to do in the glare of the morning.