Wednesday, April 26, 2006

"Each effect creates its own causes"

Throughout the early morning, I drifted in a half-sleep, half-awake state. I was pondering the question of "the observer effect." In my dream state, I was thinking of some of the cutting-edge experiments in quantum mechanics; though I can't cite the specific experiment, I had remembered Russell Targ discussing remote viewing experiments where future targets were remotely viewed and correctly identified, before the targets had even been selected, through a double-blind process.

And the dream said, "Each effect creates its own cause." Essentially, time does not exist as an absolute rule, and so a portion of events exists outside of time. But an event is able to reach into the "past" and create the causes necessary to bring about its reality.

Hence, the effect is "first," and the causes are created subsequently. This, I was given to understand, explained the "observer effect," and it also explained how remote viewers were able to correctly ascertain the identity of targets prior to their selection.

Through our linear prism of time, such an occurrence is impossible. But in the dream state, it made brilliant, lucid sense.

Blgger A Future Ghost

Monday, April 24, 2006

McDonald's dreamz

I dreamed of McDonald's this morning. I was working there again, part-time, and I was scheduled to start my shift at 7 p.m. But as often happens in dreams, I lost track of time, until I realized that it was 9 p.m. in the dream. It was Friday, and I had to work the weekend.

When I woke up, I did not know what day or time it was; it felt like 9 p.m. on a Friday night, before starting a long shift at McDonald's. I felt a mixed relief when I realized when and where I was; relief that I did not have to pull a shift at McDonald's, but mixed, because it was Monday morning, and I still had to go to work.

Friday, April 7, 2006

It was thirty years ago today...


Nashville skyline, 1974
Originally uploaded by an0nym0usmuse.
Yesterday, I listened to a few tracks of a bootleg that I downloaded some time ago: the demos to Paul McCartney's "Venus And Mars." The album was the shiznit for me back in the day (still reeling from the Beatles), but it had grown cartoonish in my memory. But as early critics have often hinted, McCartney's best stuff is like a good omelet: under-produced. Haunting, it was, to hear those scratchy and noisy demos of songs that grown stale through over-hearing. It was like hearing them for the first time, again. Particularly "Love In Song." Just very, very strange to think that it's thirty years old. The Beatles canon has not been allowed to grow that old. I wondered about men my age, thinking of Glenn Miller, in 1975.