Clap If You Believe...

I'm happily in a bubble of learning at the moment, experiencing a kind of spiritual growth-spurt - as I do once or twice a year. This usually involves a lot of reading, a lot of listening and if I'm lucky, a lot of learning.

My favourite part of the process is when two separate sources or pieces of information start overlapping to form a new insight. This is starting to happen.

I'm reading Mysticism and The New Physics and the author Michael Talbot was talking about the role of the observer, and discussing how they've found that reality is actually defined by the expectations of the observer - to the point that they should really be considered "participant", because there is no way to observe without changing the outcome of the experiment. This is similar to Lynne McTaggart's findings in The Intention Experiment

Taking this line of thought further, Talbot explores the multi-dimensional quantum universe, where it seems there is a great possibility that everything that can happen DOES happen. In a mind-breakingly bizarre twist, we not only create our own reality, but are constantly creating hundred of billions of other universes. Sounds like science fiction, sure, but knowing what I know so far about the quantum universe, 'there are more things, in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in our philosophy.'

This all comes back to another insight I received, during a meditation, wherein I was asking my guide questions of all kinds. One question I asked was "what religion has it right" - and I suppose I was asking for guidance on which path I should personally follow. The answer was two-fold.

1) Religion doesn't matter - faith is the only thing that matters. What it is that you have faith in is of little consequence. That leap, that trust, is the cord that connects us to the divine.

2) Faith is love. To trust, to believe, whatever it is that you believe in, is seen as a cosmic act of love.

And then, the final piece of the puzzle - the Abraham-Hicks folks and their message that we are all creators. That our purpose in this life is quite simply to create. That through our thoughts we are unfolding the universe.

And then it hit me - with the power of a ton of bricks - that we are all right. Every interpretation of God, every believed prophet, every faith... it's all correct. It's all "creative" in the sense that we are creating God, perhaps in the same way that some believe God created us.

Our unique gift, as humans, is our gift of interpretation - our ability to shape ideas, to create that which feels right to us. Everyone does it - from the scientist who plays with established "rules" and discovers new wonders, to the poet, prophet who takes creed and makes it new again.

What if we are all creating God through our faith?

His head almost filled the fourth wall of her little room as he knelt near her in distress. Every moment her light was growing fainter; and he knew that if it went out she would be no more. She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it.

Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night-time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think; boys and girls in their nighties, and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees.

‘Do you believe?’ he cried.

Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate.

She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative, and then again she wasn’t sure.

‘What do you think?’ she asked Peter.

‘If you believe,’ he shouted to them, ‘clap your hands; don’t let Tink die.’

Many clapped.

Some didn’t.

A few little beasts hissed