Black holes and hurtling~
by Janice Hunter
It’s the end of the world as we know it
…and I feel fine! ~ R.E.M lyrics
My kids came home from school yesterday, bursting with all the gossip they’d
heard about The End of the World. Luckily, because of what I’ve learned
on my coaching journey, I’m no longer daunted by conversations about particle
physics and quantum physics, about energy and focus, manifestation and momentum.
I love discussing the details of how we create our own lives, our own worlds.
So, we chatted about black holes and the Big Bang experiment currently taking
place in a circular chamber deep under the Alps in Switzerland. My daughter,
a teenager, couldn’t believe that some of her classmates had cried when
they heard that one of the undesirable side effects of this particle collision
experiment might be that we’d all turn into goo or simply disappear. Her
approach? I’ve had a good life, if we’ve got to go, we’ve
got to go. Nothing we can do about it. Our life has been a roller coaster
ride recently, partly caused by our daughter’s emotional ups and downs
and what we call her ‘horrormoans’. I was stunned that she’d
decided not to make a drama of it and that she considered her life so far to
have been “good”.
My son, on the other hand, looked at me for reassurance, his huge grey eyes
overcast with the threat of tears. I asked him if he’d like to be with
me when they flicked the switch and he hugged me and smiled a nod.
I remember looking at the night sky as a child, then crying myself to sleep
thinking about where the universe ended and what was beyond it. Years later,
I smiled when one of the kids first asked me who God’s mum and dad were.
I’ve never lost the wonder and the curiosity I had as a child, although
in this case, I admit to having very little curiosity about how creation got
created. Maybe it’s a throwback to those days when some unanswerable curious
questions just made my head hurt and my anxious heart worry.
I’m not being flippant here, but the total and instant end of
the world doesn’t worry me; being separated from my loved ones does. So
does watching a beautiful planet die a slow and painful death because a species
who ought to know better not only destroys its home, but its fellow Earth-dwellers.
As I sat with the kids at 8:29 this morning, waiting for some scientists in
Switzerland to switch on an experiment that really began decades ago, I didn’t
think it would do any harm to suggest we quickly say a silent sorry for everything
hurtful we’d ever done and a big thank you for everything. Without
prompting, they both turned and said “I love you.”
The moment came, it went and as they headed off for school, I realised we create
our own universes, our own new worlds every day, without the need for billion
dollar experiments. Love a lot, serve others, say sorry, say thank you and every
moment that ever was until now disappears down your very own black
hole. We create a new world with every thought, every breath, every loving gesture
and every decision to do something differently, something better.
If those scientists had asked me, I could have told them for free that there’s
already a black hole in our house, caused by me hurtling around in circles at
the speed of light and colliding, hormone-ridden, with one or other of my kids’
crises. Full of Dark Matter, our very own black hole swirls ominously in the
vicinity of the kids’ bedrooms, the place where stuff, sanity and socks
strangely disappear…My husband would probably tell you there’s been
a black hole in his wallet since the kids were born!
As this Swiss experiment is due to go through various phases until October,
here are some questions to exploit its media presence or maybe even turn some
energy shifts into Big Bangs!
If you could create a black hole in your home, what would you dump in it?
If you could create a black hole in your life, what would you
dump in it?
If you could live five parallel lives, all as yourself, who would you be
in each? (For example, in one life, I’d be performing all over the world
and making albums as a singer songwriter; in another I’d be writing
my latest novel with my lace curtains blowing in a sea breeze…)
What causes the highest levels of creativity in your life, in
How would you like to spend your last few weeks in this known universe?
What, if anything, would be on your “I wish I’d done that!”
What song would you have playing as the soundtrack to your life?
What would be the last things you’d want to smell, see, taste and
What would you say to your loved ones that could really, should
really be said NOW….?
About the Author:
Janice Hunter is a writer and IAC certified coach who lives in
Scotland with her husband and two children. She specialises
in homelife coaching (helping people create authentic,
spirit-filled homes and lives) and also enjoys supporting
other coaches through her writing and collaboration.
compiled all of her Coaching Moments pieces from the last
two years into a free 46 page ebook, 'Coaching Moments: a
Collection of Articles about Coaching in Everyday Life'
which can be downloaded
here or from her