Riding dimensional waves

What if other dimensional beings didn’t walk this earth like one of their favourite vacation spots? Would we have the same thirst for darkness or the dreams of snakes and scorpions? Would we be able visually distinguish what is “alien-like” and what is “human”? Cause a brain can cook up imagery so enjoyable. Like bodies with a single head but with ten pairs of hands slithering through air and ether like familiar journeys. If our minds have no limit, why should reality? What is reality even? Reality is what minds construct. So if minds can travel to a room’s ceiling, so can we. We can take our minds all the way to space in half a minute and bring it back to where our brains are the second half of the same minute. The realities we construct and everything earthy feels real on the surface, it feels real at the space of the weight that our anchors carry. But remove that layer and you’ll find shattered constructs. You’ll find non-existent boundaries. You’ll find the watcher. You’ll find the readiness and the eagerness for death like it’s a long awaited trip. Nothing worth holding onto goes or exists beyond the surface. The surface is well seen. The layers beneath it, are only felt. Only accessed beyond the limitations of the human intellect. We perceive through multiple sources and sensations. Our brains are tiny tiny parts of the earth, ether and flames, waters and winds that came together to birth the marvellous miracle of a temporary matrix we get to create within. We get to experience being the creator for a bit. We get to create one world. Our world. Our inner world. We get to be here and build a magnificent castle of all the tools like upgrades within a video game. We get to look at all the variety and learn to tell the difference between what is permanent and what is impermanent. What is material and what is ethereal. So all the fuss on the surface I create is just for kicks. It’s fun. It’s not real beyond it. What good is all this ruckus if we don’t play with it or play in it for a bit. Truths will continue to exist beyond these surfaces and I’m only here till I’m done learning. So I will unlearn things on the surface only to stay a little bit longer for the ones whose surfaces I need to watch shatter on their own time only to catch up till we’re all ready to go back to all the non-reality. The all pervading the non-relativity in which creation ceases to exist. So we create here cause we’re here for it. 

So, we can create whatever we want to here. We can break our imaginative constructs and think about how many ‘aliens’ are among us. Or if we are one of them. We can put our mind in cannonballs and shoot them up to the part of the multiverse where time is not linear, but spherical. We can heal with our bare hands and give with our hearts so loudly that our mere existence generates music in subtler realms. We can think of animals that do not exist and make love to colours and fragrances instead of bodies. We can have phones hold our memories so that our brains don’t have to. We can create hearts with 8 chambers and knifes that pierce through facades. We can talk to spirits and receive cryptic messages from the dead until we reunite with them. We can revisit past lives and take glimpses into future ones. We can communicate through movement and play with tongues and words. We can engineer our heartaches and pick beings to facilitate them. It’s a game. It’s all a game. We can watch the gift of our being like a movie we live in. We can accessorise our bodies and praise god’s creations and embrace divine energies as much as we embrace demonic frequencies and cyclically revel in them both for the completion they bring. We can befriend every dimension and learn how to stay intact through all our inter-dimensional travels. We can wallow in ignorance limbos and rise up in wisdom eurekas. We get to dream up anything into existence. We get to think up ANYTHING into existence and that’s what must keep us constantly excited for literally every single thing that we get to be, taste, linger in and feel. Like glitter under eyelids. Like jabbing pain in our wombs or hearts dropping to our gut. Like hair standing on end and love so maddening that it crawls all over our organs, under our skin and the spaces it moves through. Like hate so profound that you want to mirror your enemies and hold them in your trachea, only to learn to rise above them and yourself. Like Karmic cycles that bring us babies to hold and funerals to host. Like floors that bear our feet and skies that feed our souls. Like distortion and destruction that look as supposedly ugly as supposedly ugly could get. Like melting down to the embodiment of your lows and reaching out into the embodiments of your highs and crouching numbly with the wind of your mediums and pendulum-ing in the nothings. Like making thrones for ourselves after making prisons for ourselves; after succumbing to illusions of bondage that make the taste of freedom a hundred times sweeter. Like meeting crowds where they’re at and creating with them- a new octave to vibrate on collectively; making several bodies one for a while- a tiny piece of the gift of linear time that can create ripples across aeons. Like altering the laws of physics or the nature of time by dwelling in now, yesterday, tomorrow, now, constantly and never with the mere strength of our hearts. With the mere tuning into a frequency or a place or a time period. There is so much we could be, it’s a good thing we’ve got endless time.