My Intention is to acknowledge my role as a conscious participant in the universe. I choose to engage with reality as a co-creator, aware that my inner state contributes to the world I experience.
Here's the thing:
I’m not watching a movie. I’m in it. I’m also writing it. I’m also the camera.
A physicist named John Wheeler figured this out. He said the universe is "participatory." Which means it can't exist without my looking at it. Which is odd. But here we are.
Another guy, Itzhak Bentov, said consciousness is like a hologram. I’m not just reading the universe. I’m writing in it. With a very tiny pen. But still.
So it goes.
This changes everything and nothing.
I thought I was small. A speck. A passenger.
Turns out I’ve been co-piloting the whole time.
Oops.
My thoughts aren't just in my head. They're out there, changing things.
My feelings aren't private. They're ripples.
The mystics knew this forever ago, but they didn't have fancy words like "quantum field."
Victoria Song calls it "bending reality." The truth is I’m making this up as I go along, and so is everyone else, and somehow it works.
(Pause here. Feel how weird and wonderful that is. I’m not watching. I’m doing. I have always been doing.)
So here's my job:
Notice when my insides match my outsides.
When I’m calm, the world gets calmer.
When I focus, opportunities show up.
Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not.
Don’t get carried away. I’m not the boss of the universe.
But I’m in conversation with it.
It listens. I listen back. It's a dance.
So tend my garden well. My thoughts. My heart.
I’m planting seeds whether I realize it or not.
Might as well plant good ones.
Life isn't happening TO me.
It's happening THROUGH me. WITH me.
I’m essential. My odd little consciousness matters.
I live in a participatory universe. My thoughts and feelings change reality. Not just mine. Everyone’s.
