Hello my dear Island Guests and welcome to another geeky lifestyle post. In the first blog tag I ever created “The Super Happy Love Blog Award” I already told you that I love about myself that I am not afraid to cling onto the child inside me, talking to my plushies. However I also told you this stemmed from a bit of a deeper , perhaps naive belief in “magic” if you will. So with this blog I wanted to talk to you a bit more about what I belief in. This also fuels my idea to make this category a bit more about myself giving me more direction in my topics, like we discussed in the Episode 0 of A Bit of History. So Yay me for multitasking!
There is no knowledge there is ignorance.
I am not a woman of god, while I do not believe in god I do think god is real. While that sounds conflicting it still is very true. You see while I am not a woman of faith I do believe that the world is bigger than us. There is plenty of things we can not comprehend. Miracles happen fairly regularly, like a mother gaining strength to rescue her baby or a man surviving a wound or sickness he would not have survived just because he wanted to see his significant other. Do I think it is god? No there is bound to be some logic behind it, but it is knowledge we can not comprehend yet. Maybe one day. I still believe these things are forces of nature but of a nature we can not explain yet. I do feel our emotions however play a critical part in it. Somehow these emotions empower us or alter the environment around us to create a certain effect.
The closest thing I have seen to an explanation I have seen is the (pseudo) science of Noetics. In the book The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown this science is given the spotlight. It claims that ice crystals have frozen up more ugly in times of a russian crisis while in that same area during a time of welfare the ice formed much more beautifully. It focusses on trying to measure how consciousness can influence the outside world. While the science claims to have results on several occasions these discoveries have usually been declared invalid. Mostly because all proof is either subjective or those who saw the scientists results where connected with them and thusly deemed biassed. So while nothing is really “proven” we all play music to our baby, send it positive thoughts to be big and strong, talk to our plants to make it grow we even play music to our plants at times. On a subconscious level we can all feel it.. there is more to the world than we know. We are still very ignorant. We once KNEW you could sail of the edge of the earth. We once KNEW the atom was the smallest part. We once knew that pluto was a planet. Yet all that knowledge turned out to be nothing more than ignorance in disguise and just because it was labeled knowledge we followed it like sheep.
There is only Passion
Knowledge is subjective and often temporary. We seek to proof that what we we think we know is real but oftenly turns out differently. Eating a lot of eggs made you strong in the age Gaston from Beauty and the Beast lived in… eggs killed you just a few years ago and even more recently we discovered that eggs might not be as bad as we thought. The actual force to make something real .. is the drive to proof that it is real. One has a theory they believe in very hard, they find other people who share your views and fight to prove alongside each other. Thusly they end up in an area with plenty of people who share a form of consciousness and passion about something. Just like that woman trying to lift a car to save her baby, who is able to because there doesn’t exist a doubt in her consciousness only thinking about her child, the same in reverse applies to those who tried to break down the atom.. trying to prove it’s the smallest part. They deeply believed it could not be done.. thus it could not be done. It really was the smallest part.
Do not get me wrong, I do not believe you can run a marathon by simply believing in it. I am just not sure if that is because your body is incapable of doing it or because there is always one of your friends around thinking… they did not train they are never gonna make it. If every single person in the world would all deeply belief in you with passion.. no disruptions.. you just might make it. Stopping would never occur in your brain, no one on the side would demotivate you and put that thought in your head. Like that first guy that ran a marathon… no one believed he could not do it! Sure he dropped dead afterwards but he did make it. That can not be done without faith or without passion!
There is Emotion there is no peace.
A second element I wish to discuss is talking about what is considered real and what is not. The tv show South Park, of all things, once asked some very interesting questions which I now will use for myself. Reality’s definition is “the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them” Existing is being described as being “objectively real”. So how can we proof that something is real if we need it to exist..but for us to proof that it exists it needs to be objectively real? South Park stated that Luke Skywalker inspired many young man to be like him, which is more an ideal and could still count as not real. But he inspired the in the real word existing belief of Jedi-ism, that’s pretty real. I heard about people beating depression based on ideals of fictional characters so that is pretty real as well. For me Kamina from Tengen Toppa made me believe I can defeat being sick or at least not be taken down by it.. I care about my friends to much to be done in by a stupid thing like being sick. So I fight! I will do the impossible and hey I am still around so Kamina is pretty friggin real to me.
This finally brings me to the god thing. I belief he is real because people believe he is real. To them he IS real. Because real doesn’t mean what we think it does. Real is a subjective term rather than an objective therm. Sure there is objective realism as well, I mean I can’t deny that stone stairs Rocky ran on is there..but what is it really? For some it is FACTUALLY a symbol of perseverance for some it’s a big hassle to climb and yet for others it is just a that stair. Does it mean that is not really a symbol? No! Because that guy REALLY got inspired. We focus on objective reality to much because if is easy, it offers us a peace of mind as it does not require us to think about it. Yet it is also fairly useless.
Let’s change the stairs to a meatball sub for example. Factually it is a meatball sub…but if you are eating it no one thinks.. this is a meatball sub. You either think “Hmm this is a delicious sub” or “Eeew so many carbs” or maybe “This is so gross”. To YOU a meatball sub is never just a meatball sub. What truly matters is your perception of it. Same goes for those stairs in a way. Walking up those steps either inspires you and makes you feel good, or they tire you out. Perhaps you fear breaking your neck on them, or sigh in annoyance as you are already slightly late and this is just another delay. Objective reality means jack diddly squat. I have a pink pillow…(surprise) but to me it’s not a pillow, it’s something that makes my house look more comfy and makes me feel more at home. No one thinks just pillow.
So yes god is as real as people make him, people take inspirations from him, people love him and people feel good about it. They don’t think .. ah just god it impacts them.. and that is what makes things real to me! So yes I do not believe in him.. but he does exist.
My Chains are broken
Now I hope I made at least a bit of sense before right now because I am about to throw it all away. Ever since I was little my mother has made me eat food by making it talk, telling me it would be so sad if it would not be eaten. She gave voices to objects I just tossed aside and when I played and talked to my plushies when I was a kid I had the courage to tell them stuff no one else knew. I did feel bad for the food that I left, so I ate it… it did inspire me to eat.. so in a way this is real. I did feel bad for my toys I did not love as much as others and just tossed aside. I apologised to them and cleaned them up.
That voice inspired me and yes that voice factually and in objective reality belonged to mom.. but it still made me care for the toy. So in subjective reality it was not my mother’s voice. I was in the store the other day and wanted to replace what I had selected for lunch with something else and when I was putting it back I heard the food cry in my head. They did not want to be returned. Last time I bought the same mini rolls the food had been utterly destroyed by some youth who just tosses the packages around or just break it for fun so the store has to toss them out! I did not want that to happen to them so I bought them and had them as lunch for the next few days. I heard them cheer in my basket as I gave up on my alternative idea. I actually felt really good and it made my food taste a lot nicer because I knew my food was happy!
My plushies are the same, I treat them all with respect, because when I get one I do not just see a plushie. I see Yuni, the pink somewhat posh unicorn. When i first held it I just imagined a personality of it. When I won a green unicorn in a theme park I did not see a cotton stuffed horse toy, I saw Cohn the derpy green pony that loved to cosplay but always looked ridiculous. When Lita, Hawnd and Horsey where bestowed upon me I saw a triplet of singing unicorns. (Yes I have a fair few unicorn plushies) Who where to tiny to fend for themselves so they had to be protected by Yuni and Cohn. What made me come up with these personalities. Was it just my brain? Maybe something ineffable force made me feel this was correct. Even if it was just my brain… what of noetic sciences are right? What if thought and consciousness do have mass? That would make Yuni, Cohn, Lita, Hawned , Horsey and Fay Bell (my tiny pink unicorn that speaks with a french accent and has a taste for fine pastries) real to an extend as well. Mono is there as well she is Tsundere.
So I better treat them nicely. I may not be fully able to understand it yet but one thing I know for sure. It is not others who define our reality. My plushies are “soon to be cash money” for some, a cute decoration for others, for one friend it’s a slap in the face because I blew him off to go to the pub as I wanted to spend my money more on Ai the Sylveon at a con. To may they all are something that make me smile, cheer me up and are always there for me when others can not be there. They sometimes sing, sometimes they are insulted, and other times they just look pretty. Emotions and passion create our real reality so think of me what you will but never think. Pinkie is a blogger…or those are just plushies. Because nothing ever is just that word we use to define it with.
Do you have your own beliefs? Do you like following a certain faith? Do you think I am crazy? Let me know in the comments.
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