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Expanding the horizon of possibility

Is there a limit to your possibilities? Who gets to define where you as an individual can be successful in an intended outcome?

Often when I talk to people about upgrading their expectations, they hit a belief structure which is felt as a barrier to progress. We often refer to these things as limiting beliefs, and while these seem to be ephemeral, they can influence and control the success that we can expect to experience.

What would it feel like if those beliefs were not blocking our path?

What would be possible for each of us?

One way to imagine a potential outcome is to think about what choices we would make if time and money were no limitation. This meditation is often exciting, because we are able to remove the most visceral limiting beliefs from our construct, if only for a minute.

By imagining a reality without your favourite limiting beliefs, we get to approach a concept that is usually considered by science fiction writers – that of a parallel universe, or parallel reality.

In a parallel reality, individuals lead lives with seemingly endless possibilities, where each decision branches into alternate dimensions of experiences. This concept explores the coexistence of multiple universes, each reflecting different outcomes of choices and events. Through the lens of parallel realities, we challenge our understanding of fate, reinforcing the idea that reality is a tapestry of infinite potential paths.

While this concept may seem far fetched, physicists use this description of reality to explain why light acts as a wave and a particle – essentially the observation of light reality causes a light wave to condense into a light particle. It is the observation of light that causes multiple realities to condense into the one that we observe. I had always thought of this as a passive process – wherever my eyes go, they see what they see.

However, what if there is more to this… If my observation is influenced by my expectation, then when I see light it can only act in alignment with my expectation. Extending this assertion, if I adjust my expectations, are new potentials available?

This reminds me of a story I heard about a teacher - the teacher who is ‘set up’ and told that several of her students are brilliant. The teacher engages with the students in a different way, expecting them to be brilliant, even though they are actually performing at below average from an academic perspective. The expectation of the teacher creates a new possibility for the student, and as if by magic, the academic performance of the student significantly increases.

At the nub of this story is the idea that if someone believes in you, the fabric of reality feels like it changes and success seems to seek us out.

So if that is true, it is very important to know who your people are and make sure you surround yourself with them. Or put another way, pay attention to who does not clap when you win.

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