Imagine you were born in the Fifth Dimension. Lifespans are so long that they may as well be infinite. One day someone gets bored and has a great idea:
“I’m going to shear the fabric of this realm to see what happens because I heard it was turtles all the way down and want to see for myself”.
Into this rent did so much swim. So much so that it looked like controlled demolition as the pieces strive to make themselves whole and complete. This is the original wound. The fall from grace. Paradise lost. Call it what you may. It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re only imagining. Yay!
Those peering close to the edge fall in and things get real goopy as they’re coalescing. We are Witnessing the formation of planets, and yes in this make believe trip we’ll imbue them with sentience. “Woah!” says the quick witted. “This is totally awesome” as he spins, taking it all in but remaining the closest to the middle. Some are born for strife and conquest whilst others like the best and lavish affection. One is a grouch who has a thing for limits and the other carries his habits of expansion with him into this new experience. The last presents an image to those close to them and keeps another side hidden in the distance. Add into the mix a whole bunch of celebs, stars you’ll call them, who forget what happens to unfinite consciousness when it becomes to curious and dips in resonance.
Suddenly a new world begins. The word itself is a hint because its all based on spirits, whirled into the equation who listen as the architect said:
“We must kill one of you from this realm to descend to the next. The underworld needs inhabitants”.
And thus the playthings of the gods were created, in their own image, using bits and pieces of their components via the carbon based vessels that would conduct their consciousness into “The greatest attraction there has ever been and something each Soul will want to see“. Eat your heart out, Disney.
Earth, when viewed from their lofty vantage, is the longest running reality series one can imagine. With intricate plot lines, clever twists and deceps along with cliff hangers and comedy as well as loads of tenderness and plenty of violence and suffering. “Its the greatest show I’ve ever seen” say those taking in the scene until the quick one says. “Not exactly, its interactive. A Game would be best. A Game of Souls most accurate“.
And thus we are to them as your fabricated characters are on your TV set. Just like you can sit there and binge an entirely carefully curated and presented tale then get back to the business of living the same is happening in other dimensions except we’re unaware we’re within and being moved by strings invisible upon the whims of these solidified chunks of consciousness that beam thoughts into our head as part of a scripted performance.
Isn’t it odd that every schizophrenic ever says the same thing in regards to this? Good job this is just a thought experiment and we’re wandering around inside your consciousness as this premise has no links to any realities, real or imagined, and any similarities are purely coincidental. There, now thats out the way lets get back to the state of play:
Souls come from far and wide to check in because they’re hyping it with trailers as the “Grand Attraction”. “We could tell you what it is but then we’d have to kill you” they said, much to the Souls bemusement as it knows that its gifts are simply echoes of the preexisting and thus eternal and unfinite. But, it doesn’t matter. The pitch is in and thats why a wise man once said as he left via the exit:
“These are the apples that those who eat, regret, and those that don’t do as well”.
You have to hand it to them. They certainly found how to take the lowest level down another notch and it all happens inside your imagination so most don’t suspect a thing. Aside from those pesky mental patients as they have a way to deal with them. The mystics, on the other hand, are more of a problem. “Lets tempt them with Rolls Royces and franchised ashrams” says the quick one. “Great idea” the large one grins as he likes spirituality and opulence. See, its a team effort. Remember, none of this exists. Its purely a concept. A figment of your imagination that neither trespasses against your undoubtedly solid and accurate reflection as it stands because its just a thought experiment. Now, where were we? Oh yes, the TV set:
We watch these perfectly presented slices of fiction presented as glimpses of lives we aren’t living due to the entertainment they bring to our otherwise staid existence which is oh so boring and predictable. Much like the movement of planets in the abyss that traded one type of stasis for another as they sit where they were sent and thus decided to create a hell to reign in as part of their vengeance.
On the other side of the Fifth were the rent was split there is a bunch of pilgrims that constantly move around the rift in snake like symbol that you on Earth call infinite. They do this purely for the benefit of those who venture to close to the edge because the allure of being pulled in is immense and grows bigger and bigger with the more Souls who tip. “Remember the tale of the apple and how those who eat regret as much as those without the experience. Both cancel each other so there is nothing to be gained, nothing to be seen beyond the deceit you’ll make real in order to feel what they said is happening inside your consciousness”.
Some are more intrigued, they dare each other to step and make all kinds of promises. “Look, we’ll do it together and once we’re in we’ll find each other and then we can tell the rest. That way we’ll be the heroes of the script”. Another, looking from a distance is surprised by the Self decep of which they’re capable and then realizes he too is judging and how this must be an invitation to step in to the Game and see via the frame they call human. “Hue man” he says, mainly to himself, “It does make sense because there are many colors in this realm and thus there we shall manifest…. What I wonder?”. Now you know why they call it the “Grand Attraction” because the curiosity sells itself and many can’t wait to be drawn in as they slide down a tree which stands, backwards, and find their consciousness filling the fruit growing which will coalesce into the flesh you’re wearing.
Imagine getting here and discovering the initial thrill quickly dims as you settle into a routine thats totally predictable and thus the TV set you crave as it allows ways to focus on things that aren’t really happening but seem quite convincing and provide you that which you feel is lacking from your existence.
Turtles all the way down in that respect, yes? And by turtles I mean black cubes. Its so hyper-dimensional, friends. Good job its peacock feathers in ascent but thats a whole nother topic hence why it behooves one to disconnect and regain their true resonance…
Till we meet again
