Our Journey Is The Universe

We live in a world where an array of realities coexist at the same time. Philosophers, poets, scientists, and artists have wondered since the beginning of time. Yet every reality feels real as the next. A projection. An imagination. A sacred truth. A personal relationship with something greater than ourselves. Reality is real to the one living the reality.

What is reality? Some truth in a demon-haunted world? The world is what we make of it. Coincidences. Hidden self-prescribed meanings. Patterns in the chaos. Invisible bridges between worlds. Glitches in the matrix. Perhaps realities don’t exist at all. Perhaps we create our own individual realities so no reality is real…really.

I think we create our own simulations so everything we see, hear, and do exist in some space-time harmony with our consciousness. Every point on our timeline serves a purpose, a turning point to keep our hero journey story going. Maybe the purpose is not meant to serve the next moment, maybe the purpose is not something we can define in some big picture frame of mind. Maybe the purpose is life itself where every choice, past, present, and future serves some grand subconscious purpose. One to be known not awake nor in a dream but something in between.

I believe our journey is the universe. For every choice, we make there is an alternative universe for the choices we don’t make. In a way, we are living every reality at the same time but the only reality that matters is the reality where we experience love and only love in all the ways our senses can perceive. I see the world not as one but as many. I see not one heart but many hearts within one. Imagine for every path love can take love has taken…and that world is as real as the world right now. Love is our encyclopedia Galactica.

Cosmic evolution is not just about our biological evolution on Earth, it is about the possibilities of the now and what is to come. To that, I say we are the creators of every future possible. Every parallel universe. We are possible.

Love does not create us. It is us who create love.