The Vibration of Love - Chapter 10
The Perfect Storm
Pioneers in quantum physics discovered that the most elementary building blocks of matter couldn’t actually even be called ‘matter’. Subatomic particles are not solid objects but vibrating little packets of energy that can’t be quantified or understood as separate parts. At this elementary level, nothing appears to be certain...researchers came to the startling conclusion that consciousness creates reality. (Excerpted from ‘The Amazing Promises of the Zero Point Field,’ by Tijn Touber, Ode Magazine, November 2003.)
Alice and Bella appeared at the top of the stairs and every eye turned toward them. Bella floated down the stairs in the stilettos Alice had picked out as if she’d been walking the runway her entire life. There wasn’t a trace of self-consciousness about her. She was a woman obviously used to having every eye in the room on her. That was another thing that was different about her. She was a woman. She was inhabiting my Bella’s body, but there was nothing girlish about her.
Snap out of it, man, I heard Jasper’s thoughts reprimand me as I felt the emotional wave he sent to help me refocus. We’re here to help her, not seduce her, he said silently. I nodded in reply.
Carlisle and Stephen stood up to greet Bella.
“Bella, I’d like to introduce you to Dr. Stephen Williams, also known in a former life as Stephen Hawking.”
Bella shook Stephen’s hand. “It is an honor to meet you, Dr. Hawking. I am a huge admirer of your work.”
“Please call me Stephen,” he said. “Carlisle told me that in your reality, my life turned out quite differently from what we expected.”
Bella nodded. “Stephen, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be following the Star Trek prime directive or not?”
I heard Emmett’s thoughts race through all of the Star Trek episodes where the crew was ordered not to interfere with the beings on the world they were visiting so as not to alter the natural course of evolution. The same was true of time travel episodes. The crew always had to be careful not to take any action in one period of time that would alter another period.
“Well, Bella, I’m not sure about that,” Stephen replied. “I believe that regardless of which universe we are in, we all continue to have free will, so if you told me right now that I was going to buy a red car tomorrow, I believe I would still have the choice to buy a blue car or no car.”
“The many-worlds theory,” said Carlisle.
“Right,” said Stephen. “According to the many-worlds theory of quantum mechanics, for each possible outcome of any choice we make or event that may happen, there is another universe where all possible outcomes do in fact occur. So if I buy a red car in this universe, there is another universe where I bought the blue car and another where I didn’t buy a car, and so on to infinity.”
“Stephen,” I said. “Did Carlisle tell you that Bella said in her world, my family members are characters in a series of books that became a movie?”
“Yes,” Stephen replied. He turned to Bella. “Your husband is the actor who portrayed Edward in those movies?”
“Pantheistic solipsism,” Stephen said.
“Yes,” Bella said. “Rob brought that up. We discussed how I felt like Alice in Wonderland being hurled back and forth through the looking glass. We learned what triggered this whole thing.”
Everyone was hanging on her next words.
“Rob, my husband, called Stephenie, the author of the Twilight series. She originally wrote the books from Bella’s point of view. After they were such a smash success, and the first movie broke all sorts of box office records, she started to write another version of the first book from Edward’s point of view. Someone leaked an unfinished copy, and when it was circulated on the internet, she stopped writing the Edward version. But when Rob and I called her the other day, she said she had decided to start writing the Edward version again. She said that Rob and I inspired her to write again because we are philanthropic, and she had charitable plans for the new books’ profits. She said that since we inspired her, when she was writing, she imagined me when she wrote about Bella.”
The room was eerily still. I knew that vampires had no need to move or even breath and only appeared to fidget to blend in with humans. This news had apparently consumed all of their thoughts, and they appeared to forget they were with a human. After a full minute of this, I finally said,
“You all are starting to freak me out. There’s a human here, remember?”
They smiled. Stephen said, “I apologize, Bella. The implications of what you just said are intriguing and complex to say the least. But it explains a lot.”
“What does it explain?” I asked.
“If we assume that the theory of pantheistic solipsism is at work here, then the author created this reality and apparently, she has the ability to alter it. You are being pulled into this reality because she envisioned you as part of it. She started writing the version from Edward’s point of view after the first movie was made, so she created this reality with characters that look like the actors. Now it appears that by writing again, and imagining you as Bella, another version of reality is attempting to come into existence. You are being drawn into this reality, and the first Bella is being pushed out.”
“No!” Edward yelled. “That can’t be right. I have memories from one hundred years ago. Carlisle has memories from three hundred years ago. We weren’t written into existence a few years ago.”
“She wrote you as being one-hundred-seven, Edward” I said.
Edward ran his hands through his hair.
“God,” I said, “You even have the mannerisms Rob created for you. When he played you, he always ran his hands through his hair to help project when Edward felt anxiety.”
The room was deadly silent again as they all considered the implications of being a few years old instead of, in some cases, centuries old.
Carlisle said, “Stephen, I find it hard to believe that every time someone writes a story, an entire alternate universe is created. It gives an author god-like powers.”
I jumped in. “Twilight isn’t just any story. It’s literally taken on a life of its own in my world. The books have sold over eighty-five million copies, and every movie shattered box office records. There’s even a web site where people have written their own versions of stories related to all of you; it has well over one-hundred-thousand entries. I doubt it is Stephenie’s consciousness alone that created this reality. I’m guessing it’s the combined consciousness of so many people who are fanatically passionate about all of you.”
“That’s interesting,” Carlisle said, as he looked at Stephen. “Princeton’s RNG experiments support what Bella is saying.”
“What is RNG?” I asked.
“It’s short for Random Number Generator,” Stephen said. “Princeton has run this experiment for over twenty years. They have sixty-five RNGs set up around the globe. Each one generates random numbers, which can be represented as a continuous output of ones or zeroes. The principle is similar to that of flipping a coin, only much faster. In any set number of coin flips, one will expect that half of the coin flips will produce a result of “heads,” and half will produce “tails.” With RNGs, heads and tails are replaced by ones and zeroes but the concept remains the same.
What Princeton’s analysis has consistently shown is that there is a direct correlation between major world events and the output from the RNGs. On a day when no significant world event is reported, the RNGs will produce a series of results, that when graphed, resemble a flat line. However, on days when significant events occurred, such as the terrorist attacks on September 11, the RNGs displayed a high degree of variation. They’ve even shown a correlation between events that generated a strong feeling of love versus fear.”
I noticed Jasper and Edward exchange a meaningful look.
“What is it?” I asked them.
Jasper walked over to where Stephen, Carlisle, and I were standing.
“Edward and I have a theory we want to run by you, Stephen.”
Stephen nodded. “Of course, let’s hear it.”
“Did Carlisle explain to you that Edward is having a difficult time controlling his vampire instincts around Bella Jordan?” Jasper asked.
“Yes, and I’m sorry that both of you are experiencing such a painful situation,” he replied looking at Edward then me.
“When Edward was explaining what happened prior to his loss of control with Bella, he mentioned that just prior to that, he had overheard Alice and me after we finished a hunt,” Jasper said. He paused when he saw Alice flit to my side.
“Hunting makes us horny,” she whispered in my ear.
I smiled at her and nodded, then realized that everyone else in the room had overheard thanks to vampire hearing. I could feel myself turning red.
“Well there’s something she has in common with our Bella,” Emmett said. “She blushes at the drop of a hat.”
I rolled my eyes, and Alice put her arm around me. “Just ignore him,” she said.
Jasper continued. “When Edward overheard Alice and me,” he paused and winked at her, “it triggered a, well…ah, reaction in him.”
“Oh just spit it out, Jazz! It made him horny too!” Emmett bellowed.
“Emmett!” Esme admonished him.
“Well, we were all thinking it anyway!” He said.
“Alright, Emmett, thank you for the clarification,” Jasper said. “Anyway, Edward also told us that he overheard Bella’s thoughts as he approached her.”
I noticed Jasper looking at Edward, who I realized looked as if he were being tortured. After Jazz stared at him for a moment, I saw Edward visibly relax, and nod his thanks to Jasper.
Jasper turned to me, “Bella, I’m sorry to put you on the spot, especially since this is a difficult topic to discuss, but we think there’s a vital link. Do you remember what you were thinking about before Edward appeared?”
“I was thinking that I was very frustrated to be back here again,” I said.
“Did you think about what you were doing in your reality right before you arrived here?” He asked.
The realization hit me. I looked at Edward. “You heard that?” I demanded.
He nodded. “I’m so sorry,” he said.
I rolled my eyes again, shook my head, and then took a deep breath. I couldn’t wait to hear what Emmett was going to say about this.
“I was thinking about how I had just been cheated out of an encounter with my husband. I was in the shower, and he had just stepped in to join me when I arrived here,” I said, then glared at Emmett, daring him to comment.
Emmett looked like he might explode with the effort to keep his mouth shut.
“Amazing,” said Stephen.
“What’s amazing?” I asked.
Stephen looked at me. “Your husband and Edward were feeling the same emotion at the same time.”
I gasped. “You’re right! What do you think it means, Jazz?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask Stephen. When I manipulate someone’s emotions, I send out a vibrational wave to bring them into alignment with the emotional vibration I want them to feel,” Jasper said.
Stephen nodded. “I thought your gift worked along those lines.” Stephen looked at me.
“Bella, can you recall what you were doing just before each time you arrived in this reality?”
“The first time it happened, I had been sleeping. I woke up here, in the other Bella’s room, and Edward was looking at me.”
“Edward, do you remember what you were feeling?” Jasper asked.
“Yes, I was thinking how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.”
“Bella, when you return to your reality, ask your husband if he was watching you sleep and what he was feeling,” Jasper said.
“What about when you returned to your reality?” Stephen asked.
“I remember I tripped and as Edward reached out to catch me, I saw him speaking, but I heard Rob’s voice.”
“What is it?” Jasper asked.
“They were both saying the same thing at the same time,” I said.
“Bella, please wake up,” Edward said.
I nodded and looked at Edward. “I saw you say it, but I heard Rob’s voice.”
“How did you know it was your husband’s voice?” Stephen asked.
“Rob has a British accent,” I said.
“Edward, what were you feeling when you said that?” Jasper asked him.
“I was very concerned. I realized I could read her thoughts, which was alarming on its own, but when I heard what she was thinking, I realized she truly thought she was someone else. She tripped because she was backing away from me in fear,” Edward said.
“Bella, why was your husband trying to wake you up?” Stephen asked.
“He said I was rolling around and talking in my sleep, and he was worried because he couldn’t get me to wake up,” I said.
“They were both worried at the same time,” Jasper said.
“Let’s keep going,” Stephen said. “What happened right before you arrived here the second time?”
“I put the kids in their stroller and walked Rob to his car because he was leaving for work. He kissed them good-bye, then kissed me good-bye, and I arrived here,” I said.
“Edward?” Jasper asked.
“I was sitting by the stream with Bella. The sun was glistening off of her, and I reached over to brush her cheek. I had just told her how beautiful she was. My hand was still on her cheek when Bella Jordan arrived,” he said.
“Oh my God!” I said. “I forgot. That is exactly what Rob did. He put his hand on my cheek, and before he kissed me, he said, ‘You get more beautiful every day,” I choked out the last words, sat down and began to cry. It was all too much.
Jasper sat next to me, and I suddenly felt calmer. Alice handed me some tissues, and Esme handed me a glass of water.
“Thank you. You all make quite an emotional emergency response team,” I smiled.
“Do you need a break, Bella?” Alice asked.
“No, I want to keep going. I want to find out what is happening,” I said. “Let me think. What happened right before I left that time?” I looked at Edward.
“We were talking to Carlisle. At that point, I still thought you were Bella Swan having hallucinations. You had just insisted that you weren’t her and your real life was in Southern California with your husband and two children,” he said.
“I remember,” I said. “I knew by the look on your face that you thought all of this meant that subconsciously your Bella didn’t want to marry you; you were afraid she was going to leave you.”
“What happened when you returned to your world, Bella?” Jasper asked.
“Rob was trying to wake me up. I could tell from his voice that he was panicked,” I said.
“They were both afraid of losing their respective Bellas,” Carlisle said.
“So far, every time you have switched between realities, your husband and Edward were feeling the same emotion,” Stephen said.
“Right,” Jasper said. “And emotions, when directed at others, create a strong vibrational field around that person. How do you think their shared emotional responses are causing Bella to switch realities?” He asked Stephen.
“I have an idea,” Stephen said. “But let’s discuss the rest of Bella’s visits and see if this theory continues to hold true.”
We discussed each time I visited or left this reality, and with each shift, it appeared that Rob and Edward were experiencing the same emotion. When we were done, everyone looked at Stephen.
“Bella, you appear to be in the middle of the quantum mechanics equivalent of the perfect storm,” he said.
“Great, just my luck,” I said.
“There seem to be several factors at work. First, this reality appears to be a creation of the author in your world and the collective consciousness that is fascinated with our world. The author altered the course of this world’s evolution when she started writing again, imagining you as Edward’s Bella. I believe that shift caused this universe to create a gravitational pull to align itself with its creator’s vision and attempted to pull you into this world.
I don’t think the pull would have succeeded if it were not for the connection between your husband and Edward. Apparently the author created the idea of Edward, but your husband is the one who gave him life.”
I locked eyes with Edward, and terror ripped through me. His eyes were black, and I knew the vampire had taken over.
“Emmett!” Alice and Jasper yelled at the same time as they lunged for Edward. I felt myself being rushed from the room in a blur as Esme ran with me to Carlisle’s office. I heard the crashing and growling as the other family members fought with Edward.
I sat down on the sofa in Carlisle’s office and buried my head in my hands. Esme put her arm around my shoulder.
“I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to snap,” I said.
“I don’t know,” she said. “You seem like one of the tougher humans I’ve met.”
I looked at her, and she smiled. “You look exhausted,” she said.
“Go ahead and lay down here and rest,” she said.
I was too drained to argue. I kicked off the stilettos and swung my feet up. There was a blur and Esme was gone then instantly reappeared amidst another blur with a pillow and blanket. As she laid the cover over me, I thanked her, and dozed off.
It took my entire family to stop me from killing her. They dragged me outside like the growling, insane monster that I was. The worst part was listening to their thoughts.
What’s wrong with you, man? I heard in Emmett’s head.
You’re such an asshole, was of course Rosalie’s contribution.
Edward, calm down, I heard Jazz think as he tried to use his abilities to restore me to sanity.
The voice that tamed the beast was my father’s. I locked eyes with Carlisle.
Son, you always have a choice.
I stopped fighting them. They kept their grip on me until they were sure I was calm again.
“What was that?” Emmett asked, laughing. “I’ve never seen you like that before, man!”
I had to get away from them. I couldn’t stand the judgment in all of their thoughts. I ran to the garage, climbed into the Aston and left the voices in my head behind.
I thought about the moments before the monster took control. I realized the he had started to ease his way in as soon as Stephen gave credence to the idea that we were fictional characters somehow brought to life. The vampire part of me found this idea very appealing. It meant that there was no point in attempting to live a life that was morally good because it was apparently all an illusion anyway. I didn’t actually have a past prior to meeting Bella, the vampire reasoned. None of my memories were real. They were all inventions of some author.
And then when Stephen said that Bella Jordan’s husband gave me life, I completely lost control. The idea that my existence was created by some author and actor gave the monster permission to do whatever he wanted to do. And in that moment, he wanted Bella Jordan’s blood.
I no longer cared that my control was dwindling. If none of this was real, what did it matter? The image of making love to Bella Jordan and then draining her blood played itself out in my mind over and over. My vampire mind thought of all the possible ways to return to the house and take her, but I knew my family would stop me.
Then it occurred to me. There was another Bella Jordan. The Aston hit 200 as I headed toward Los Angeles.
Author’s Note: The discussions of Quantum Mechanics and Princeton University’s RNG experiments are based on reality. The following are the articles I read to research this chapter. All articles may be found on the Princeton Global Consciousness Project website.
Scott Kelly, “What Is a Global Consciousness Project?”
Roger D. Nelson, “Correlation of Continuous Random Data With Major World Events”
Roger D. Nelson, “The Emotional Nature of Global Consciousness”
The next chapter is titled: ‘Beverly Hills, 90210’
Beverly Hills, 90210 is a prime time television drama series that aired from 1990 to 2000. The show followed the lives of a group of teenagers living in the upscale, star-studded community of Beverly Hills, California. The "90210" in the title refers to the city's ZIP code. Kellan Lutz, who plays Emmett, acted in the spin-off series, 90210, which is currently airing.
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