So if it is true that on a sub-atomic level, that invisible quantum creational plane, we are creating all that we experience, whose is the reality we need to pay attention to? What if we are experiencing different things? Is reality really and truly a fact or is it subjective?

In my reality it is snowing in Denver today. I have all the physical proof I need of that because I can see it, feel it and begrudgingly shovel its effects. What if someone across the street is looking out of their window at this very moment and is looking as a sunny, summer day? I turn on the news and I see the weather people talking about the snow so they must be experiencing the same thing I am. Is it our collective belief in this snow ‘fact’ that is creating this reality for a majority of people in Denver today? Or… am I making it all up? I am ‘believing’ it is snowing today, therefore it is.

Let’s go a little deeper… if the person across the street is seeing that sunny day he is ‘believing’ that, right? How do I know that on his news station the weather people aren’t reporting a sunny, summer day? Could both be happening at the same time? What??? Is there a parallel universe just over there in that other dimensional plane that I, in my current physical, low (dense) vibrational state, cannot access?

I actually like to think so. As a child I remember staring up at the clouds from my prone position on the grass, hands behind my head, one knee flopped over the other, imagining things like this. I even had a counter-ego, ‘make-believe’ friend whom I used to imagine living an opposite kind of life. She was having a winter day while I was dozing in the afternoon summer sun. She was bigger than I was and stronger, too as I remember. I imagined her as being part of me in a way, yet living in an alternate universe, not exactly a parallel one. Her world didn’t reflect mine exactly by any means and there were lots of times I was relieved to be living in my own world. I really believed in her. So, did she exist? How do we know?

I’ll tell you one thing, even though I can’t answer any of these questions with certainty I do know that my imaginary friend sure came in handy when I had to blame that broken dish on someone! For some reason my mother didn’t buy it…