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Opening Our Eyes: Reality Or Dream?


by Carol Warner Christen





(Swans - January 28, 2008)   The photons of light will at, or sometimes above, the speed of light, go through two apertures at once. It is claimed that consciousness, by choosing the photons of one aperture over the other, creates reality for the chosen photons; while the other aperture's photons disappear into a dream world or an alternative reality. (1) (2)

We, who are not physicists, usually know and care nothing for such experiments. In this essay, I would like to point out the possibilities in the here and now as a play upon possibilities unrecognized, day after day, in reality and in the dream world. We live in both here on earth. We spend sixteen hours awake and about eight hours asleep most of the days of our lives. Two thirds of our time is spent here; one third spent elsewhere, while remaining inert physically in bed, for the most part. We are unable to remain here in a healthy condition without this shift.

I heard on the radio yesterday that Americans no longer wish to spend time sleeping; so, they shorten time in bed to less than necessary. Airlines report that on 11:00 a.m. flights most people are sound asleep in their seats. Sleep needs will not be denied by wishing to avoid a reality at least 4,500,000 years old. Sleep will creep up unexpected; sleeping while driving may be causing more accidents than necessary. Sleep is our escape to heal from the here and now of life. Physical damages are repaired; changes are consolidated as the cells have their way with us then. We are more than our ten percent ego.

Picture our two eyes as the apertures through which light flows into us rather than out of a scientist's laser beam to his test apertures. The light enters upside-down per studies on the retina; but, we see it right-side-up when it hits our back brain receptors. The photons are the same as the scientist's; the apertures are perfectly spaced, and two grounds-eye and back brain areas soak up the photon patterns. Interestingly, our eyes are the same size as they were at birth. If our eyes grew as we grow, the images would change and information would be haphazardly inconsistent for the young.

If our vision is imperfect or if we defocus our eyes, the photons carry the effects. We, then, interpret the patterns. Usually, the images on the dominant eye govern the information. Other images seen may be discounted, ignored, feared, and so on to suit one's milieu. In either case, the image is stored with the tags, but slipped into one side of the brain or the other as memory.

So, let's go back to what reality might be if the physicists' experiments were considered as meaningful to everyday life. All we have to change is the orientation. Instead of a laser beam aimed at two apertures, the photons of the universe bouncing about the earth are aimed at our eyes when they are open. Each of us is the experiment because we receive and choose the result "in the blink of an eye." We are not the scientist; we are the apertures to vision. As long as our eyes are open, we are receiving photons.

This leads to possibilities without limit; hence, free will is required; for, no other human sees what any one human sees. Some may assume that we can and do see the same things. Up to a point that is true; but, then the brain's photonic memory system is always deciding the purpose of any image. Did it choose the right or left aperture image? No other brain knows what photons are in any other brain. No one else knows what was seen and interpreted either. We often assume the worst at our peril by our decision to interpret or manipulate another's reality.

The brain itself is divided into two hemispheres. Each half has an area for interpreting what the opposite eye saw. The right brain sees with the left eye; the left brain sees with the right eye. Each hemisphere has qualities not shared with the other to complicate the matter, depending upon which hand is dominant. The huge nerve bundles called corpus callosa send internal signals back and forth to communicate information to either or neither or both brains.

As an aside, men and women in adulthood configure the size of the nerve bundles differently. Women's crossover nerves are larger. Men settle for smaller bundles for greater focus on manly behaviors. Women, however, must raise both sexes; ergo, they must be able to understand more information in order that their children survive. This may also be why women are rarely armed as men are. Women have more trust that life is for everyone; men may not share that view at all. In fact, the rise of rape tagged to war all over the world may be a modern misinterpretation of women's vulnerability and how armed men perceive.

All we store "forever" are photons. They are invisible individually to us although they light up our lives because we see. Photons do not age ostensibly nor degrade. That makes them, as a matter of speculation, the perfect storage media for our minds and souls. Many, if not most, humans believe in an afterlife. It can only be photonic. Store up images of a good, decent life or store up images of a hellish life and you can look forward to what will be "heaven" or "hell."

The living assume such states exist en masse; but, the photons will be personal contained within the bounds of each soul. Others will be photonic images, rather than hard, physical places and facts. The third dimension is here, not there. Religious assumptions do not create any reality inside unless wishing makes it so.

The physicists say our soul reality exists in the fourth dimension; it cannot be explained by the first three dimensions. The physicists also say there are ten or eleven dimensions often depicted in Chalabi-Yau constructs created by those scientists. They are beautiful and very small and one twists into another. My point is that this is where we go to dream for photons will be in those dimensions, too, with a deity in the uppermost one.

Keep in mind the above description is with eyes closed or after death. As we live here with eyes open, photons endlessly bombard our retinas with information. Endlessly, we make sense of it by design, by accident, by chance, or by change. Photons never stop flowing at the speed of light and they do not age -- a fact I recently read. The current paradigms or patterns of belief have been hauled from an ancient past and dumped into today creating, as Arthur Findlay's The Curse of Ignorance explains in two thousand pages, a jumble of nonsense about how each of us sees and uses our free will. Life must evolve. Many do not wish that to happen to those who are ostensibly under their "control."

The recent paradox of "preventive warfare" and preventive actions by governments of men is full of idealistic nonsense for it presumes to know for all what a few wish it to be. The results are massive deaths by horrendous weapons costing us our freedoms and our wealth. The preventive idea presumes to know the future; it does not trust the eyes or the information of realities. Only some eyes may choose reality; the rest are wasted or killed or shunted aside. This is the unreality we create out of reality itself. We have chosen to dream instead of to live by what we think we see.

In December of 2004, Tom Feeley of Information Clearing House wrote an intriguing paragraph:

In the aftermath of 9/11, America's citizens are scared. Awakened from a dream of rampant consumerism and ignorance of world affairs, we find ourselves confused and uncertain. How could such a thing have happened? It happened because America's democracy has been subverted, not by communists or terrorists, but by our choices. The great majority of America's people choose to close our eyes or look away when the bully treated the people of other nations in a manner which would sicken them, had it occurred to one of their own family. (3)

Our citizens have been dreaming, closing their eyes, or looking elsewhere, rather than permitting the photons to show the true story of the past thirty or so years of "consumerism." "To consume is to make away with; use up; eat, drink, up; spend, waste, (time, trouble, etc.); past participle: eaten up (with envy); waste away." (4) During that time we changed from participants in our country's life as citizens to "consumers," the only word heard anymore on any form of media.

As consumers, we open our eyes to eat or wear or own something special when we see it because we look for it in our mind's eye first, a dream-like visual state, or in an advertisement.

As dreamers, we look at humans being tortured as something a "terrorist" deserves. No one has officially designated that person by trial to a finding of illegal beingness. The picture on the television goes away and, as if in a dream, that human may die or sit in a tiny cell for the rest of his life while we refuse to look correctly. By the same token, our rights to freedom have disappeared because we cannot, will not, see what some have in mind for the rest of us. We are dreaming we are free as we were for 200 years; this aperture is unreal to us unless it happens to each of us alone, away from the others.

Our soldiers are coming home broken by what they saw in reality and by what some of them did, too. They gave up their right to see the truth because others had defined it for them; their own apertures (eyes) were as if soldered shut for the duration. At home, however, the stored images flooded in with their own photonic and photographic reality.

As hell was defined earlier, that is what these ex-soldiers see and relive and now know what they did. Their own country betrayed and bribed them because they were young; they chose the dream of a world free of "terrorists, undocumented terrorists." The United States created a bogeyman to own the world, a dream if ever there was one. It could be called misoneism, (5) the hatred of novelty; or, in this case, it is the foreigner whose religion and language, smells and food, are not in the realm of Christian English Americanisms and, thus, not understood.

"This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man..." (6) No matter what we pretend to see or not, to do or not, it always comes down to the individual and the apertures of life, our eyes. We choose reality or we choose the dream. If we choose the dream, we distort reality for are not dreams distortions when we are asleep? Many of us have chosen to live the dream and, thus, the distortion in the name of idealism, our own or some government or military official's free will.

To be true to oneself and to others is the mark of survival. As a thrall to dreams without reality as shown to each of us by our own eyes, is to be a foolish cheapening of our own life. All humans have a right to live as they see fit; we do not have a right to tell them they cannot. We cannot tell them not to do as we do. Each of them is a being with all the rights and privileges of that beingness. Killing or imprisoning anyone without due processes is murder, pure and simple. The law of karma is invoked: what goes round, come round.

The infrastructures we have "cherished" for the past few years are not sustainable. Capitalism is not sustainable. The earth seems huge but its resources are not sustainable at this rate. Even the wealthy will run out of wealth to wield. Which one will be the last one on earth? All the signs point to disaster after disaster; and, we close our eyes and dream. We dare not see. I double dare you to open those apertures and look into reality actually. Then, go get a good night's sleep for once.




1.  Nick Herbert. "The Amy Project," http://www/2cruzio.com/~quanta/amy.html  (back)

2.  &ben ito. Light Text - Physics Forums Library
http://www.physicsforums.com/archive/index.php/t-56801.html  (back)

3.  Tom Feeley. "America Is A Bully. OK. There, I Said It!"
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article19094.htm  (back)

4.  The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Current English, Oxford University Press, 1931, page 244.  (back)

5.  Ibid., page 728.  (back)

6.  William Shakespeare.  (back)


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Carol Warner Christen on Swans (with bio)... Woman born 1939, twice married, five children, 7 grandchildren; own a goat farm, rural Oregon after years in Chicago area and Ohio; Associate of Arts, Chicago Art Institute (1 year); artist, editor, mechanical design drafting supervisor; owned two computer companies before anyone had a computer; activist; antiwar; human.



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