Now, keep in mind that I’m adapting my ideas here from my own perspective (and limited understanding). In other words, this stuff is from a science-noob trying to keep up with a crazy course while simultaneously trying to translate this newly-acquired understanding to you as if you’ve also never in your life had a class on Physics or Quantum Physics. So bear with me—because my ultimate point is to get us to the juicy life-stuff and not linger in math equations and non-visual concepts.
I always assumed (if I’d ever even given it a thought) that energy built along a smooth continuous course, build and build and build, smoothly up. Like a fire gaining intensity, getting hotter and hotter, in an even, cumulative way. Sort of like this:
But after deconstructing a bit of Planck and Bohr (super-important physicists, yadda yadda), I learned that, in fact, the only mathematical formula that could explain how energy built (or diffused)—and this formula never ever fails when applied to everything we know so far in the universe—is that energy builds in steps. Clunk, clunk, clunk, up and up, or up and down, or down and up, but always by indivisible, chunky steps. Sort of like this:
So how does this apply to the juicy stuff of life? Well, that’s the question!! Because let’s assume for a moment that it does.
Okay, so I’ve been going along in my imperfect life, bumping along, trying really really hard to “improve myself” or “gain greater spirituality” or “develop my thinking” and I am always amazed—and frustrated and PISSED—that even when I get it in my mind, I don’t just get it in my heart. After weeks or months or years of contemplation, the same things will still frustrate me, or evade me, or challenge me. Why can’t I just get over that thing someone did that bugged the hell outta me? Or why can’t I just process my grief? Or why can’t I meditate properly?
And I’m supposed to be so in tune with myself, right? So conscious. But then… but then…
Suddenly, one day, actually one moment in one day, it just … clicks. It all falls into place. I do get it. I forgive that transgression. Or I get over that grief. Or I understand that principal (or that godforsaken computer gibberish). All the hell and fury is just … gone.
And I do feel like I’ve just jumped up a clunky step. After aimlessly wandering along the same level—but gathering, I guess, information or experience or insight—I suddenly find myself closer to being the accepting, cognizant, loving me, the me in peace. And maybe the whole process has been a series of step-after-step-after-step and not a smooth, fluid, and inevitable process at all.
So I did discover that when I applied the quantum logic to my feeling self, the math still worked! And I had learned something too. The question is, does this quantum logic speak to you?