by dada » Wed Dec 09, 2020 8:27 pm
On rainy nights a green light comes from the windows high at the top of the observatory tower of the old mansion. The green light isn't seen from the inside, though. The source of the green light is a mystery. It has been suggested that it is an atmospheric electrical phenomenon like the st. elmo fire.
The room at the top is an astrolab. Ancient devices have been modded to connect them to the latest advances in computing equipment, the whole room quietly clicks and whirs, hums and purrs.
In the middle of the room is a table with a book on it, n-dimensional collapse manipulations: harnessing synchro-entanglement. The book is as cumbersome as its title.
The book is open to a page in the first chapter. To make it interesting, I could place the contents of the page in a quote box, and provide a dead link at the bottom. But I won't do that. Why should I make things interesting.
The page starts in the middle of a paragraph: "Adding up all wierdings doesn't get us to the seventh dimension, we need to add a dimension, we'll call it the mythic dimension. Adding up all mythics doesn't get us to the eighth dimension, we need to add a dimension, we'll call it the celestial dimension. (Incidentally, this eighth dimension is where the galactic federation has its headquarters. Although that is top secret information, so don't go blabbing about it. Humankind just isn't ready.)
Adding up all celestials doesn't get us to the ninth dimension, we add the dimension of the mundus imaginalis. The higher dimensions begin at the tenth dimension, the world of light. The eleventh dimension is the heaven of light. Alternately, the tenth and eleventh dimensions are called the lower and higher dimensions of light.
The twelfth dimension is the hidden dimension. We don't see it, but it is there. Thirteenth we call the world of pure lights, and the fourteenth is called simply the resplendent.
This is by no means the end. After the resplendent is a veil of mystery, beyond which are dimensions without end. There is no end but the end of ending. To say there is no god but god is only to say there is no horizon but the next horizon, and after annihilation comes the annihilation of annihilation.
So working our way backwards from the annihilation of annihilation, back through annihilation and the veil of mystery, the resplendent and the pure lights, the hidden, and the higher and lower dimensions of light, we find ourselves back in the mundus imaginalis, at the top of the lower dimensions. If we keep going, down through the celestial, the mythic, the wierding, and the proud and courageous eternal, we finally come to the dimension of spacetime. We'll call it the heroic dimension, the abode of the hero of time.
Below that is the dimension of faithful bodies, the dimension of symbolic mastery, and the first dimension, the dimension of dimension. Beyond the first dimension is a dimensionless dimension. This is where you can find me at my post. Some people divide the dimensionless into four elemental dimensions, or dimensions of integral structures, fire, air, water, earth. some people add another dimensionless diimension inside the earth, where they mine for materials, like minecraft.
After the dimensionless dimension, there are no more dimensions, just dementia, theoretical physics and other specialty mathematics. As Hawking says, 'there may be things smaller than a Planck length, but it would be meaningless to talk about them.'
So we go up again. When in the dimensionless dimension, looking up at dimension one, the dimension of dimension, it is important to remember where you are in the field of dimensions. Forgetting the scale of dimensions is the biggest mistake one can make. It causes stupefication, and you will lag behind. And when you are at the bottom and lag behind, it cannot end well. If you become stupefied higher up you will also lag behind, but there is at least a chance you will snap out of it before you fall too far behind."
To read more you'd have to turn the page.
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.