everything is possible

"Reality is the disbelief that everything is possible."

These are the words in my head this morning, in my godhead's voice, and I'm finding it very disturbing at the same time that it is liberating. Is it dangerous to think that there is no reality except what we make up or hear, and believe?

I had been contemplating my "flying" (more like "floating" magic carpet style) dreams and "going through walls" (melding through them to the other side with zero effort) dreams when I was very small. And the fact that my mom told me when she came home from giving birth to my sister and walked into the backyard, "It was like you flew. You didn't jump, you didn't run, you were suddenly across the yard and in my arms." I then remembered watching my dad fly, really fly as in "levitate off the ground and move through the air at great speed" down a flight of maybe 10 steps when someone told him his mother had fallen. I then remembered a book I love (please read it some day, when on a vacation is best ... it's a 2 or 3 or 4 day book depending on how addictively you read it) called "Montgomery's Children" by Richard Perry (maybe out of print but still obtainable used, at least) in which one character flies and the author ruminates over the African American belief that their people knew how to fly ...

then came the words:

"The ability to fly or go through walls is simply the suspension of disbelief"

and then came the broader and more emphatic and set-everything-on-end kind of statement at the very top of this message

this was after attempting to find good information on Elijah the Prophet (who some say was an earlier manifestation of the Christ/Buddha) but I need better sources ... elijah was a wizard who could split a river open by touching it with his cloak, make food appear, and was carried to heaven in style in a fiery chariot when it was time to leave....