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In the Unfolding Series<\/em> characters are placed in positions where they are exposed to new conditions. Conditions challenging the status quo and they are forced to react, to decide what to do in each situation.<\/p>\n Without belaboring the question, each character, even the one who appear as well adapted to greater realities, have to decide if what they are seeing \u00a0is a real event, or if their imagination is in control.<\/p>\n I believe almost all of our interpretation of reality is made up. What we experience and what we know about our lives is filtered through our belief system \u2013 initially our local culture with its personality and \u00a0biases passed from one generation to the next and later by life events.<\/p>\n Science too suffers from this limitation. One of my favorite quotes on the subject is by Max Planck who said, \u201cScience progresses one funeral at a time.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n The learned professors who have written research papers, text books, and built a following while espousing one worldview are loath to give up their reputations to some young upstart.<\/p>\n What can you do when the rug is pulled out from under you? You adapt, or cave in.<\/p>\n One trick in life is to not hold too tightly to the lessons of youth. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n There are practical \u00a0limits to this. We do have to agree on a social structure that allows us some interaction. How much structure and what kinds of interactions should be accepted are two questions a healthy culture must continually ask.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t step into the same river twice,\u201d is an example of this sentiment.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n I\u2019ve watched one church move from a vibrant, energetic congregation to one recognizing a version of God some four orders of magnitude less than when I was a child. They still did their good works, but the spirit within the community had become ossified, reduced to committees and structure lacking in the spirit and power that once filled the people.<\/p>\n Believe me, when I get into trouble, I turn to the \u201cbetter angels\u201d I met when growing up. Some early lessons are best held on to.<\/p>\n Here\u2019s a secret:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Humans are capable of just about anything they can conceive. Examples of this are all around \u2013 as are the efforts of social power centers to dissuade an individual from believing this. If you imagine strongly enough, believe it, and bring sufficient resources to bare, then anything is possible \u2026 Anything.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Examples of real and imagined awareness:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Once in my life I was given a password through some paranormal mechanism. It was late at night and I was upgrading computer systems in a branch office of an accounting firm I worked for. This was before the world was as interconnected. Windows was becoming common and one forward-thinking accountant password protected his computer so I was unable to log on to our network using my own credentials.<\/p>\n When I discovered this, I relaxed into his chair and heard the password from inside my head. I typed it an and had full access. It\u2019s the only time a password ever popped into my head.<\/p>\n Another time, Bill Cosby brought his private plane to a regional airport where I had a small engagement. I got to see the plane, his crew, all happy wonderful people. He was in town for about a week and he was never at the airport when I was. One day however, I saw the shuttle returning from a run with Mr. Cosby. I swear I could feel his presence from 50 yards away. The closer the shuttle came to me the stronger it was. I sensed his presence and felt I knew how he could be so popular with crowds. In his energy, they\u2019d be swooped up.<\/p>\n When the vehicle passed I was able to look inside and saw it contained only the driver. Bill Cosby was no where around. Disappointed and wiser, I returned to work.<\/p>\n Here\u2019s one I am not sure of:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I used to buy regularly lottery tickets, not many, but enough to make sure if it was my turn, I was in the game and able to claim the big prize.<\/p>\n One special day I handed the card with my regular numbers on it to a cashier to purchase a ticket for the next draw. As a did, a strong voice rang in my head saying, \u201cAre you ready for all the trouble this is going to bring?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n It shook me and I waivered. I bought my ticket, but had not said, \u201cYes,\u201d when asked.<\/p>\n I wonder what would have happened if I had embraced the call and used that one word, yes<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n –<\/strong>\u00a0Jeffrey A. Limpert<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n __________________<\/span><\/p>\n Updated on 03\/06\/2012<\/p>\n Image Information:<\/strong><\/p>\n One of our editors (Unfolding_Me on WordPress.com) has spent hours looking for the photographer to give credit.References:<\/strong><\/h3>\n
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