The Wonderland Beyond the Realities(Charles E.J. Moulton) The Wonderland Beyond the Realities

- Where Fiction and Reality Meet

Article by Charles E.J. Moulton

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Is Doc Brown from "Back to the Future" just an older version of his younger friend Marty McFly? And if Tintin were to sail the seven seas and drink more whiskey, would he become Captain Haddock?

Are the seven archangels only guardians of the seven continents with their seven religions of believers that change cycles every seven years?

Our lives play out like stories and the stories play out like our lives. One scene from a life might seem as subtle as an art film cameo of a film festival. Other scenes from other lives might have the feeling of extravagant major motion pictures with situations that defy gravity. In the case of "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", Ben Stiller proves to us that one life can be both exciting and dull at the same time.

So if your life were a movie, what would the title be? If you would watch an exciting scene of your life in a film, how would it seem to you? Were there moments in your life where you felt this to be unreal?

Marty McFly and Doc Brown. Captain Haddock and Tintin. Harry Potter and Dumbledore. Bilbo and Gandalf. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader. Yoda and Luke.
They are versions of ourselves at different ages. The optimistic youth and the old sage. The bitter grinch and the openhearted hero.
The old learn from the young. The young learn from the old. A person of 80 can still have an experience that teaches him or her something he or she never knew before. Both Marty and Doc in the "Back to the Future"-franchise and Haddock and Tintin in Hergé's artistic comics feed off each other, learn from each other, help each other and ultimately become better people by offering each other different perspectives. We can learn from them. Doc Brown is the inventor providing the possibility of time travel and Marty McFly the youngster who gives the younger Doc the necessary inspiration of something to shoot for. In "The Secret of the Unicorn", it is the treasure of Captain Haddock's ancestor that enables Tintin to plan a way for them to go after it. The old and the young work together. Could you live your life like a good movie?
Could you be as heroic as Luke?
As wise as Obi-Wan?
Are you at times as bitter as Darth?
Or as crazy as Doc Brown?
Did you get lost in Wonderland just like Alice? If that is the case, what was your Wonderland like? Addictive? Real? Unreal? Toxic? Healing?

Some of us dream lucid dreams, experiencing scenes that seem written by Lewis Carroll or T.S. Eliot. Some of us remember past lives. Some of us live in the past. Some of us live in the future. And so, life is just like Edgar Allan Poe described it: "A dream within a dream."

Fact and fiction work together, as well, inspired by reality. The driving force behind Theodore Roosevelt was undoubtedly his wife Eleonore. Some people say Hitler survived the war and escaped to Argentina and the people who claim to prove it by claiming that the burned corpse had other dental records that matched Hitler's body double. Marie Antoinette never said "Let them eat cake!" That was a quote from a book she was reading. So who is to say that what we read in the history books is what really happened. Back when I worked as a tour guide in a renaissance palace, my boss told me he believed there would be a completely different version of the story if the people themselves could tell us their experience of what happened. All we have to do is to look at how one event is described in the history books of different countries. Mexican authors will undoubtedly describe the events around the Alomo differently than Americans do. Romanians learn that Vlad Tepes was a national hero. We call him a monster. Danish children learn that King Kristian II was the man who made Denmark a bigger, better country. Swedish children learn that Kristian II invaded Sweden and killed all of the aristocrats in the bloodbath of 1520 and therefore should be hated.

If we believe Jonathan Frakes, telling fact from fiction is almost impossible. The stories are literally "Beyond Belief": different every time. What seems true is not. What seems fake is actually true. The show that ran from 1997 to 2002 illustrates how difficult it is to tell what is real. As Anthony Hopkins told Tom Cruise in "Mission Impossible 2": "Difficult should be a walk in the park for you. This is Mission Impossible."

This world is illusive. When I grew up in the 1970s and 1980s, the news was what it was. It was aired at 7:30 p.m. presented by objective newscasters who rarely smiled and spoke in static and impersonal tones what had happened and where.
Today, it's a completely different ballgame.
Internet media is a part of that change. For every event, there are a thousand different perspectives with videos and pictures spread by the million that are either incomplete or photoshopped or both. Different versions of the events run around and to top it off opposing background information is spread that tell us why.

Mainstream media have also been known to publish or air incorrect information. But fighting government media is like darkening the sun: impossible.

In 2020, way over a million people marched the streets of Berlin, Germany in a demonstration that went on well into the evening. German state television said that 10,000 people joined to march and that the demonstration was interrupted by the police at 4 p.m. But Berlin's 9050 restaurants could prove that their sales had skyrocketed by 500 % that day.

When the Ebola epidemic struck west Africa, the world was told that 700 corpses were thrown about waiting for burial. A neighbor of mine has relatives there who wondered what the media was talking about. No one had seen these 700 corpses.

The famous bird flu of 2003 told about a German island where the epidemic had closed the island. An independent investigation went there to see that there were no restrictions.

So what is real? If we believe the quantum physics, there is only energy and matter is an illusion. And serious science is now researching the true possibility of alternative realities and dimensions. Or the fact that the black holes might be the storage spaces of a simulated universe. Or why photons vanish to reappear at a later time. Or why particles suddenly appear out of nothing in complete vacuums. We went from our caves to our villages on to our countries and continents to the world, discovering our solar system and our galaxy, only to find the endless universe. Now astronomers are speaking of the "Big Bounce" and not the "Big Bang" and the endless breath of an expanding and retracting universe. Retired Command Sergeant Major Robert O. Dean of the NATO Cosmic Intelligence from 1961 to 1965 whistleblew information for Reality TV that the NATO forces have been communicating with extraterrestrial civilizations that have been very concerned about our developments. The extraterrestrials genetically improved our species in a jump from ape to human and the anthropologists are yet to figure out where the missing link is to be found. Robert O. Dean claims this improved DNA is the reason why these extraterrestrials have developed a very custodian attitude toward us. They even stopped atomic missiles from being fired and it was witnessed by hundreds of military personnel. Apparently, they look like us and are among us.

We know that CIA and FBI and NATO have special forces dedicated to researching telepathy, remote viewing, and have also admitted as much. We know that there has been research into why plants recognize who damaged them at an earlier day.
We know that people under hypnosis can be made to think that cold water is hot. We feel the atmosphere in a room we go into, independent of our senses. Animals feel the very millisecond their owners decide to go back home. There are 800 NDEs every day in the US and the people return with information they could not have known. Piece this with your own life and the evolution of your history and you get a pretty wonderful picture. The whole picture.

There are more things imagined between heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy. Shakespeare knew it and we know it. People who survived Near-Death-Experiences come back with the information from the other side that life is a learning experience we plan before we go into it. Our happy moments are beautiful snippets of heaven and our difficult moments inspiration for change. In that respect, there are no problems, only solutions. We have to ask ourselves where reality ends and fiction begins.
Maybe God inspired this world so that we could be inspired to take a few closer steps to him. It doesn't matter where we come from or what category is on our business cards, just what is inside our hearts. Are we just cells in God's body just like our intelligent cells are part of ours? It would make sense, knowing that the entire universe works according to the same premise with the macro- and microcosmos mirroring each other.

If the borders between worlds are becoming so thin, then building bridges between them must become easier. There is no such thing as universal time, scientists like Brian Greene and Michio Kaku say. We dream about future events. We dream lucid dreams. Sometimes, we feel as if we are dreaming. So, what is real? The Swedish band "One More Time" ask us in their excellent 1996 album: "Are we living in a dream?" MIT-professor Rizwan Virk claims to have the answer. The proof that the black holes of the universe store information like computer chips stores data. Other researchers say that there is an underlying computer stream of 1s and 0s in the Earth's atmosphere. These ideas hint, they say, that we are living in a computer simulation.

We tend to think that the truth of life is beyond our grasp. That the answers are illusive. Remote. That only a chosen few have the key. That we have to be members of a certain club to see the light.
But the mystery of life is right here, right now.
In fact, if we look at our lives, and I know a whole lot of people who agree with me, we we are both master and apprentice at the same time.

If we are deep enough spiritually and intellectually, we can be little spiritual Hercule Poirots, adding together things in order to solve problems. We know from quantum research that everything is energy. That there is no matter. We know that people with supposedly incurable chronic side pains have cured their pain by remembering past lives where they were killed by spears in exactly that spot. We know that people who do remember past lives, find out much later that their past lives had karmic issues that were versions of the dilemmas they are facing now.
You are everything that exists in your life. Your happiness, your sorrow, your love, your hurt, your anger, your confusion, your pain, your past, your present, your future, your likes, your dislikes, your hate, your passion, your lust, your profession, your private life, your mistakes, your successes. To omit any of that would be the real sin. It would be like saying we can't include the background of the Mona Lisa painting or take away her smile. We fall in love and make love to become creators of a child. So making love is a way with which we use to see the Lord. No less is said in "The Song of Solomon" in the bible:

"Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that lie along the side of mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, which are come up from the washing, whereof every one hath twins, and none is bereaved among them. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil. Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all the shields of the mighty men. Thy two breasts are like two fawns. That are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies."

If we doubt that making love can be a road to heaven or that nudity might not be a sin, we only have to ask ourselves why we are the only species on Earth that wear clothes. So is our problem with nudity a spiritual or a sociological problem? Was the supposed eviction from Eden shame?

A director I worked with in my professional career as an opera singer said that theatrical drama happens through contradiction. So we have to go to the opposite. If we think that sex, this natural act that keeps us alive, is a sin, then we have to ask ourselves what happened when people were sexually suppressed. The clerical population of cardinals and popes unfortunately to a degree had illegitimate children. The suppressed Victorian population in London had 80,000 prostitutes and created atrocities such as Jack the Ripper. If we however are willing to accept our sexuality as responsible adults, we can look at beauty with admiration and know we feel natural lust and choose not act on it. That means we can feel lust and be respectful while feeling it. There is no difference between the rude gangster who laughs at the woman passing him in the street and the gentleman who bows at the same woman and gives her a rose. They both feel lust. The difference lies in how they respond to this lust. Picture a lama in a sweater or an elephant in pants and ask yourself if the socialogical convention of nudity is natural or not.

The road is the way. And here, we realize that traumatic experiences have their reasons. That might be a very difficult thing to accept, but it is true. We grow.

To illustrate, I will tell you my story. I come from a family of collectors. My father Herbert Eyre Moulton's motto was "Never throw anything away. You never know."
He was, like my mother, opera singer Gun Kronzell, a genius. An actor, a singer, an author, a poet, a teacher, a director, an academic, even an educated priest.
But as far as letting go, that was never his thing. Consequently, the things we had at home were his friends. That didn't keep him from saying: "I hate things. All things. That about covers it, doesn't it?"
You can imagine the kind of karma I was collecting as an only child. Our house was filled to the brim with a brilliant mix of the unimaginable wealth to incredible literature to bits and bobs.
I had no idea how to deal with that as a teenager. As a kid, I thought little of it. I later began to wonder how I would tackle sorting out all this stuff when I myself could barely let go of a hankie. It felt proverbially Cinderellian, a youngster putting the beans in one basket and the peas in another. I even saw myself experiencing situations I never had lived through. I felt as if I had carried this inability to let go with me for hundreds of years. Why, I did not know.

Life led me to a very down to Earth, woman who now is my wife. When my mother became very ill, we brought her to Germany fromAustria. I had to sort out the family treasures quickly. It was a very difficult task. One that I had not been able to handle had it not been for my wife. I had a history of keeping everything. But this task led me to my massive spiritual awakening. I became a published author, a publisher, a seminar professor, an acting teacher, a painter and it led me to discover my previous lives, explaining memories that I had as a boy and why letting go was instrumental for my spiritual development.

What I am saying is that my quest to learn to let go, not to take things so seriously, sail into unity consciousness, realize that we are all the same, is a long journey that started for me in the 18th century when I lost the love of my life during the French Revolution. I am now able to trust God and my angels that my fears are unfounded. We are safe. Our lives are preplanned and a road we walk to help our souls ascend the stairway to heaven. Life is much more than we think.

According to mystics, our lives are an eternal road of increasing discovery and education of the eternal spirit.

We just change our bodies.
Our souls remain.
Trust the Lord. He rocks your cradle as you rest on your pillow. Your thoughts and feelings are not always your own. Your soul is.

That is a fantastic story and very real to me. And so we end where we began. With the idea that Doc Brown might be the later version of his younger friend Marty McFly. Who knows what adventures they might experience in the wonderland beyond the realities?

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