The Vibration of Love - Chapter 4
Bella in Wonderland
Physicist Hall Puthoff of Stanford University conducted various experiments with clairvoyants. To measure the extent of their clairvoyance, Puthoff asked them to describe Jupiter before NASA’s Pioneer 10 spacecraft had charted the planet. Somewhat embarrassed, clairvoyant Ingo Swann said he saw a ring around the planet. ‘Perhaps,’ he told Puthoff, ‘I may have accidentally directed my attention to Saturn.’ No one took the drawing seriously until some time later when NASA released images from the spacecraft showing that, indeed, Jupiter had a ring.
Excerpted from Ode Magazine, November, 2003 article titled, “The Amazing Promises of the Zero Point Field” by Tijn Touber
“I don’t know, baby, but I promise you, we will find out,” he said as he kissed my tears. He held me until I calmed down.
“Do you want the Excedrin?” He asked.
“I’m sorry; I made you go in there for nothing. I just took some on the ‘other side,’ or wherever the hell I was,” I said.
“You took headache medicine in the…,” he searched for the words.
“You can call it the Twilight Zone,” I said.
“OK, you took medicine in the Twilight Zone, and now you feel better?” He asked, incredulously.
“Yes,” I said. “But I don’t know if that proves anything. If I did just imagine the whole thing, I could be experiencing a placebo effect.”
“I’m just glad you feel better,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”
As we drove back to the resort, I told him about my latest experience in the Twilight Zone.
“They knew who you were,” I said, and told him about watching the Harry Potter clip.
“Wow, that’s really weird,” he said.
“God! Tell me about it!” I replied.
“Well, the whole thing is weird, but what I meant was that they had a copy of Goblet of Fire sitting on top of a bin of DVDs near the checkout counter in the pharmacy. I was just thinking how I can’t relate at all to the kid I was back then since my life is so completely different now.”
“Curiouser and curiouser,” I said, quoting Alice in Wonderland.
“It does seem like you are falling through the rabbit hole,” he said.
“Yes, that’s exactly what it feels like; well that or I’m caught in a quantum flux.” I told him about the Star Trek episode I had watched with the Cullens.
He looked very thoughtful. When he didn’t say anything for a while, I asked what he was thinking.
“Have you heard of pantheistic solipsism?” He asked.
I shook my head.
“It’s a concept used in science fiction. I’m sure it must have shown up in Star Trek somewhere, but I’m not a Trek aficionado like you and Emmett, so I can’t quote an episode.” He smiled at me and continued. “The idea is that characters from a book come to life and cross over into the real world, often into the world of the author.”
“Right,” I said. “Stephen King used that concept in the Dark Tower series. He placed himself in the story, and characters from his books crossed over to become part of his actual life.”
“Yes, exactly,” he said. “Some people have theorized that there is an alternate universe where fictional characters actually do exist, and there are people in our world who resonate with the vibration of that universe and ‘download’ information from there. Those people’s minds become so filled with the images and voices from the alternate universe that they feel compelled to write down what they see and hear in their minds. We attribute these ‘stories’ to an author’s creative imagination, but there are those who claim that the author is simply acting as a transmitter and relaying the actual events as they occur in the alternate reality.”
“That sounds similar to accounts I’ve read about people who are psychic,” I said. “They say that they are vibrating in alignment with the frequency of the spirits they communicate with, and that the rest of us are vibrating at a different speed, so we can’t see and hear what they do.”
He nodded and then continued. “Your experience in the Twilight Zone is the opposite of pantheistic solipsism. Instead of the fictional characters crossing into the real world, you are crossing into the fictional world.”
“It is like Alice in Wonderland or the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,” I said.
“Except that in those stories, there was a portal that the characters entered to cross into the alternate reality. Alice had the looking glass, and the Pevensie children had the wardrobe,” he said.
I thought about what he had just said. “Rob, you are discussing this so calmly, as if we are analyzing a book for an English Literature class. Aren’t you worried that I’m losing my mind?”
We had just pulled up in front of my parent’s house. He stopped the car and took my hand.
“Bella, it’s easier for me to believe that you are stepping through a looking glass or some other alternate universe portal than it is for me to believe you are insane. People don’t just wake up one day and start acting schizophrenic. You are more sane than anyone I’ve ever met. I don’t know what is happening to you, but I do know that you are sane.”
A sob of relief escaped my lungs. I put my arms around him and held him for a long time. “Thank you for saying that. It makes me want to cry with relief that you don’t think I’ve lost my mind, but if I cry anymore, I will lose it because my head will roll off my shoulders.”
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside.”
We decided it would be best to stay at my parents while we attempted to figure out what was happening. We spent the rest of the day playing with the kids and strolling on the beach. I was so relieved when we fell into bed that night, and I had managed to stay in my ‘Southern California’ reality for the remainder of the day.
I curled up next to Rob and laid my head on his chest.
“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m tired, but very relieved that I’m still here with you,” I replied. “When I was with the Cullens and saw you on the screen as Cedric, it literally felt like part of my heart was missing. You and the kids are my reality, my world, my life. I’m so terrified of ending up in that world and not being able to get back to you.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around me. “We’ll figure this out,” he said.
I looked at him. “Do you promise?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said and kissed me.
I realized how desperately I needed to be connected to him. I kissed him with a fierce passion as I ran my hand down his chest and abs, and continued lower to let him know how much I needed him.
He rolled on top of me and ran his tongue along my favorite spot below my ear. He started to kiss down my body, and I pulled his lips back to mine.
“I need you, right now,” I said into our kiss.
He slid inside of me, and I arched my hips to meet him.
“I love you so much,” I said as we continued to kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes while we made love, feeling the connection that went beyond the one our bodies were experiencing.
As I started to tighten around him, I buried my hands in his hair, and he let himself go. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, and our shared mutual release started.
As we came back down, I ran my hands along his marble like ice-cold back and screamed in terror.
Author’s Note: You’ve got to admit, that’s a cool cliff hangar, right? LOL!
The next chapter is titled, “Quantum Leap.”
Quantum Leap is an American television series. (1989 to 1993) The series starred Scott Bakula as Dr. Sam Beckett, a scientist who becomes lost in time following a botched experiment. The series features a mix of comedy, drama and melodrama, social commentary, nostalgia and science fiction, which won it a broad range of fans. In each episode, Sam leaps into a new host, often finding himself in dangerous, embarrassing, or otherwise compromising positions, and tries to right some wrong or misfortune in the life of that person or someone close to them.
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