Vicky,
It's so good to see you here, I too enjoy your posts and look forward to reading your book.
Vicky wrote on Dec 16th, 2007 at 7:46pm:There are a couple things I wanted to ask you. (1) When you first were going to make the sandwich, do you know why you asked yourself where the jar was? Was it one of those absentminded things we talk to ourselves about without actually caring about the answer, or did you really not remember where you left the peanut butter? (2) When you first looked into the cupboard, were both jars missing at that point?
It was one of the absent-minded things. For some reason as I was staring down at my two slices of wonderbread on the kitchen counter the question about which kind of peanut butter I was going to use popped into mind. Just a question on the spur of the moment of no particular sigmificance that caused me to think about the two kinds of peanut butter and that I would have to find which ever one I picked. Kind of silly actually. I knew I was standing directly if front of the cupboard where both jars should be so I was expecting just to look up and see them both. And for some reason after deciding which of the two peanut butters to use I just happened to mentally frame the next step in my sandwich making process as a question. My mental conversation with myself was probably something like . . .
(still staring at the bread)
(thinking) Okay, I'm going to use the really good peanut butter . . . So . . . where in the cupboard in front of me. . . (where I know both jars should be) is the good peanut butter?
Then, raising my gaze up to look in that open cupboard . . .
(thinking) Now that's really odd . . . I don't see the jar of really good peanut butter . . .
Looking around the entire cupboard . . .
(thinking) Nope, it's not in this cupboard . . .
Looking down at the bread . . .
(thinking) Well, since that peanut butter isn' there I guess I will have to use the Skippy . . . So . . . where in this cupboard is the Skippy . . .
Then, raising my gaze up to look in that open cupboard again . . .
(thinking) Now this is really strange, the Skippy isn't in this cupboard either . . .
Looking down at the bread again . . .
(thinking and feeling very frustrated) This makes no sense at all. I am the only person living in this house who eats peanut butter, it is always in this cupboard, there is no other place in this entire house they can be, those jars of peanut butter have to be in this cupboard!!
Then, raising my gaze up to look in that open cupboard again, looking absolutely straight ahead at both peanut butter jars, sitting side by side almost touching each other, less than twelve inches in front of my nose, straight and level in front of my eyes . . .
(thinking) What in the H-E-double-toothpick is going on???? Those two jars were NOT there either time I just looked in this cupboard . . . wait a second . . . stopping looking in the cupboard . . . look away and think about this for a moment . . .
Looking down at the bread again
(thinking about what just happened) I know what just happened is impossible . . . but I also know it happened . . . how could I prove to myself it really happened . . . well . . . if the peanut butter jars were really not there I should have seen what is behind where they are now sitting . . . what did I see?
After remembering every detail I could remember of the things I had seen when the jars were not there I looked back up, took the jars out of the cupboard and looked at what was behind them. It was all exactly as I remembered seeing it just moments earlier when the physical presence of those jars should have blocked my view.
I gave a lot of thought over several days to how such a thing could possibly happen and the only thing that could explain it was that somehow, due to my frame of mind, those jars had no longer been within the same reality, physical reality, that I and everything else in that cupboard had been in.
Vicky wrote on Dec 16th, 2007 at 7:46pm:I'm curious how such an innocent question could have such drastic affects on perception. It makes me think that our reality is never what we think or expect it to be. It's probably very likely that our reality, because of how beliefs affect our perception, is in constant shifting and rearranging, but we just don't notice these things. Most of all, what most people tend to do is just shake their head, think "that was weird", and then never give it another thought. You, on the other hand, dissected this phenomenon down to the bone to demonstrate how it is even possible.
Yeah, I too am convinced that our reality is constantly being rearranged to conform to our beliefs, expectations and assumptions. Most of us take no notice of or reject our conflicting experiences as "weird" or our "eyes playing tricks on us" and never give it another thought. Just like we do in our dreams. But, when something pops up that is a conflict between my experience and my beliefs my attention drawn to it and I HAVE to figure out how that can be. It's almost (my wife Pharon would say, "What do you mean ALMOST??) an obsessive-compulsive thing with me.
Vicky wrote on Dec 16th, 2007 at 7:46pm:I wanted to hear your opinion and thoughts of what actually happened to the jars that seemed to disappear.
I have come to believe that the jars don't disappear, as in, cease to exist. But rather that they are just no longer within the same reality that I am in. The thing that makes the most sense to me is that while I believe the reality I am in is physical and that this physical reality is the "real" reality, as opposed to "nonphysical realities" which are "not real" by virtue of the fact that they are nonphysical, there is no such difference as "real" and "not real" no such difference as "physical" and "nonphysical."
I have come to believe that the only differences between these realities are those created by my beliefs, expectations and assumptions about them. So for me, I believe that all realities are closer to our understanding of dream realities. And, I am actually in a reality that is a dream, a very persistent, sequencial, time-and-space-exist dream reality, but in the final analysis, closer to my understanding of a dream.
So yeah, it is a "frame of mind." The jars don't disappear, they just move out of my frame of mind. To say that they disappear would be part of the belief system that says they were "physical" and therefore "real" in the first place. So I would say that I completely agree with you when you said, "your frame of mind essentially created an alternate reality in which the jars did not exist."
Vicky wrote on Dec 16th, 2007 at 7:46pm:Just as with the jars, I would tend to believe that from the perspective of the keys themselves, nothing ever changed. The keys existed in the same reality and state of being as they always had.
I agree. I would say a basic question is, what are the keys and where do they "truly" exist? When your friend moved them out of "physical" reality by her frame of mind, all the witnesses moved them right along with her and for them the keys were out of their frames of mind too. Then, when Judy decide they had to be here, she moved them back into everyone's frame of mind again. And even though they were all "dreaming" that they were in a different "real, physical" location, the keys moved back into all the witness's frames of mind and presto, they "reappear." If Judy could learn to do this at will she would have a great career opportunity as a magician, a guru and if she played her cards right she might even become a saint. She might WOW a crowd by disappearing from the spot where she was speaking to them and then reappear in the next instant a 100 feet away and keep talking like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
Personally, I would advise Judy to avoid walking on water in front of big crowds unless she wants to cause big trouble for herself and those in the crowds. There was a Guy in the Bible who did that in front of just a small group of close friends and things got a really bad for Him later. If she tries to explain too much about the true nature of the reality in which we exist to the natives Here too fast no telling what the natives mignt decide to do to Her.
Bruce