There are lots of things in this life that don't easily conform to a thermometer or a yard stick, yet they are very much "reality".
For the "skeptics" who feel everything needs to fit in to some simple formula, I pity you. Truly I do . . . To allow the blinders of rigidity to keep beauty and wonder away -- it is a prison, what the poet William Blake called "mind-forged manacles" . . . life at half-speed.
For those who can't hang with mystery, I don't feel as if I have to justify psychic ability or my knowledge of "cosmic things". To not understand the reality of God or the spiritual inter-connectedness of all creatures -- what a terrible thing. I am open to the wonderment. As a result, I have the potential to go places you will never find.