Author: Pamela

  • At The Edge Of Knowability

    Dark is the symbolic color of mystery; its realm is the shadowed ramparts and recesses that wonder inhabits as it awaits the light of discovery that has yet to shine into it. This is no less true in cosmology, where unknown forces and factors often attract the adjective “dark.”

    “Dark matter,” for example, comprises the super-majority of matter in the known universe. Its name is due in part to the simple characteristic that it does not shine with any detectable radiation; yet it is dark with mystery as well because the known varieties of non-luminous and non-reflective matter nowhere near account for grand total of dark matter that, by virtue of dark matter’s detectable effects upon visible matter, the laws of physics say must exist.

    Even more mysterious is “Dark Energy.” Unlike dark matter, which is at least partially accounted for in forms familiar to scientists, Dark Energy is a little more than a placeholder for pending knowledge; nothing more is known about it than that it is a name given to whatever is causing the expansion of the universe to accelerate rather than coast by its own momentum, as a simple “Big Bang” progenitor explosion would lead one to expect.

    Dark Energy is what appears to be continuing to push the universe apart. Officially, we know nothing more than this.

    I believe I know what Dark Energy is. If I am correct, it is not energy at all, but a manifestation of a slow, steady change in the frame of reference by which we measure dimensions and velocities.

    Einstein’s theories of relativity are built upon the relativity of frames of reference and upon the relationship of gravity with the hyper-geometry of space; Einstein and Hawking went even further to predict that the staggering gravitational forces near rotating black holes (and presumably all black holes are rotating) exert bizarre effects upon both the nature of space-time in their vicinity, and even more bizarre effects on the frames of spatial reference near the event horizons of black holes.

    The concept of frames of reference are foundational to Einstein’s theories of relativity.

    But to write about the Lense-Thirring effect would be a diversion down a tangent of cosmic proportions, so I will jump ahead to my conclusion about Dark Energy so that I can get on with the show:

    I believe that Dark Energy is nothing more than the shrinkage of the frames of reference relative to any particle in space. The universe might not be expanding faster under its own power; we (and our frames of reference) might be getting smaller, shrinking our measuring sticks like an accidental trip through C.G. Spacely’s Minivac Machine. If we and our frames of reference are getting smaller, then the universe would appear to be getting bigger under the power of some unknown source of energy.

    And this, finally, brings me to consciousness.

    Consciousness is another enigma. How can it be that matter arranged in the form of Homo Sapiens and other higher animals can be said to possess consciousness, while other highly ordered structures of matter capable of making decisions (such as the computer chip) is just a lump of matter without consciousness?

    Yet consciousness is one of the few realities that survived the stringent standards of provability that philosopher and mathematician Rene Descartes demanded of justified true knowledge. Consciousness is both a enigma at the edge of purely physical verifiability, and one of the few absolutely certain facts that exist – a contrast that is almost, but not quite, a logical impossibility.

    We know that consciousness exists. Yet we tend to identify consciousness only in its familiar guise of organic life.
    There is no reason whatsoever to confine the logical possibility of consciousness to that which resides in organic life.

    In the television series Space 1999, the early episode The Black Sun introduced Commander Koenig to God, however briefly, where she said “I think a thought in perhaps a thousand of your years.”

    When you free yourself from preconceived notions that consciousness can only exist within organic bodies, and can only operate at familiar speeds, then cosmic intelligence, including Ultimate Cosmic Intelligence, becomes conceivable: indeed, very possible. With a possible eternity spanning countless births of universes, the self-organization of consciousness on a vastly different temporal and chronological scale begins to seem extremely probable indeed.

    If cosmic intelligence can be so vast as to be universal, then St. Thomas Aquinas could have a point in that Goddess is both transcendent and immanent. I’d hasten to question Aquinas’ claim that God is immaterial, however; if consciousness is the products of physical interactions of energies, then Goddess is very physical, though obviously not of a human form or anything resembling a familiar carbon-based biological entity.

    “If,” “could.” Speculation, undoubtedly. But I’ll leave it to you to decide for yourself if the edge of unknowability is enough for you to doubt the existence of the Divine in any form, or embrace the existence of the Divine in some form.

    But if I have proven anything, it is that no one human being can claim, beyond reasonable doubt, to possess the definitive truth as to the details of the Divine.

    If you believe in Him or Her, then trust. If not, then don’t. It’s all that you or I can do.

  • The Email from the Other Side

    Back in 2008, when the Bakersfield Californian had online reader blogs at their website, I started to become friends with a fellow blogger lady named Nancy. We emailed back and forth for quite some time, and started to become friends. The friendship didn’t last, as our personalities proved to be incompatible, so we stopped emailing one another and never exchanged emails again.

    Years later, in 2014, I woke up to the news that Nancy had been killed in an automobile accident. A Kern Sheriff’s deputy flew through an intersection at high speed, no lights, no siren, and smashed right into Nancy as she was driving. She had been to a Dodger’s game earlier that evening.

    A few minutes later, after all these years, an email unexpectedly arrived in my inbox.

    It was from Nancy.

    It read, “Heading home now.”

    Back in the day, an email would occasionally get delayed in transit at a particular server, and would continue on its way some time in the future. She sent it as she was leaving the Dodger Game. It got stuck in transit, and arrived only after I had read the news.

    I received an email … from the other side.

  • An Incredible Case of Clairvoyance and Premonition

    One night in 1986, while living in Los Angeles, I had a dream in which I was riding down the freeway in the passenger seat of a car. As we emerged from beneath an overpass, I looked up and to the left, and watched a small private aircraft approach a silver and red commercial airliner from visually above-right, the one o’clock direction from my point of view. The two collided, and the airliner took a rapid arc downward and crashed behind a tree-lined skyline into a residential neighborhood.

    The next day, I turned on the television to see the news dominated by coverage of a passenger airliner crash. One news broadcast showed an animation of a small aircraft, colliding in mid-air with a red and silver Aeromexico airliner. The direction from which the small craft approached was exactly as in my dream, as was the diving path taken by the airliner afterward. I was watching my own damned dream, being played back on the evening news. I felt chills all over.

    I was, indeed, an eyewitness to the Cerritos air crash. The night before. In my dream.

    But if this sounds like a “routine” case of a dream predicting the future, the dream itself is the lesser part of my experience. The real blow-away chapter of the story follows.

    Three years later, a coworker, with whom we usually ate lunch, needed cash, so we took a long detour to his bank in Whittier. On the way back, we headed south on the 605 freeway. I had never, ever been on the 605 freeway before. I lived in the San Fernando Valley at the time.

    I began feeling a tingling sensation and began looking around. “This place looks familiar,” I thought to myself.

    Within a minute, my skin really began to prickle as I began to recognize where I was, its hauntingly familiar skyline awakening dormant memories. When my friend drove under the next overpass, that’s when the significance of the scene truly hit me like a blast of cold water. “Oh, my God, this is it!” I recognized where I was. It was the exact vantage point from which I foresaw the Cerritos air crash in my dream, from the passenger seat of a car emerging from an under an overpass.

    I didn’t say anything at the time, but my heart was racing. When we returned to the office, however, I asked my coworker who was driving if we were anywhere near where the Cerritos air crash happened. He took a sheet of paper, penciled a rough map of the area freeways and drew an “X” at the site of the crash, and everything matched. The distance, the angle of sight from that location, everything fit.

    I had passed through, and recognized, a place and a scene that I had seen years before only in a dream. What I had seen in my dream is exactly what I would have seen from that spot, had I been there in person. The fact that I recognized the vantage point three years later, and remembered what I had seen there, even though I had never physically been there before, gave me all the proof that I needed that it wasn’t merely a horrible coincidence, but a real premonition.

    The emotion still comes over me when I recall passing over the spot. It’s an experience that will stay with me forever.