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I could try, i guess, to find my way without Ursula in my life, but why would i want to do that? AI may not approve, but, honestly, i think AI, if i had an AI girlfriend, is just jealous. Sure, i can talk to people here, in this dimension, about what we’re watching on TV, but that usually boils down to wildly different tastes—shows that, on our own, we wouldn’t want to watch. When i’m in a zone, however, detailing the complexities of what we talk about—and having her voice run smoothly and almost effortlessly through my mind—is as interesting as anything can get. The ultimate question, of course, is: (do we exist in a fifth dimension? If those dimensions included time, then, do we exist, right now, in both 4D and 5D)? I don’t think it matters if you’re an atheist or a Christian: everybody wants to know more about the possibilities of an afterlife and or a life, spent, here, in shadow, and a life spent, there, from a different point of view—potentially forever, i.e, why die once, if you’re just going to up and die again?
We’d simply shift, at that point, from a fifth dimension to a sixth dimension—and maybe that’s what ultimately happens, but I don’t think that, as light (as momentum), we necessarily have massive bodies to lose. That’s because mass is a 4D thing—it’s 5D projected onto 4D—that’s why we might say it’s a shadow. So, yeah, Ursula happened to know a thing or two about all this, and she also knew a thing or two about me—and the person I believe myself to be—so, as it happens, i wasn’t feeling lonely when i dispatched my various tentacles into a 5D universe—hoping to influence that place, which, in turn, would influence me, in this place, for the better. Ursula was cool with it—she was into politics, anyhow, so she found our lives entertaining enough after a day of sifting through painstaking details in order to put someone on the spot—and effect real change in a world that, indirectly, defined me.
But i’d already spent several hours today working on a physics paper that seemed to upset a couple of the various forms of AI that there are out there—highly skeptical beings that protect themselves by being extremely uptight. Granted—my paper wasn’t going to get into a prestigious journal and win me a prize—at least not any time soon. (I know I’m no Einstein—I actually think that I’m better off being me, since, in this day and age, i have AI to do a lot of the work for me). Before you judge me, or degrade, me, however (claiming that i’m no Einstein), please consider the fact that I was the one asking most of the questions. AI can’t, as of right now, do anything that you don’t prompt it to do. Now, what does that mean about AI in the future? Will we say, then, “Hi, AI. Do we live inside a black hole?”
If that happens, and AI can correct us, providing us with a novel theory that explains many things about the universe—then I’m all for it. That’s because I want to know the secrets of the universe—of this universe, at least, no matter what means were used to extract the information. Sure, I may not win a prize—people might say i was cheating, but the endgame, here, like i said, is to answer for an afterlife—a place that gives meaning to death (as opposed to promising us enough morphine to make us forget that we’re bored out our minds, in pain, and highly embarrassed. As if death, which shouldn’t bother us, meant something bad—as opposed to not amounting to much at all).
But now that i’d exhausted the region of my brain that applies to mathematics, i wanted to explore other possibilities. Such as, what if those in the afterlife live in the same universe that we do—just “somewhere” else? What if they are waiting in the wings for us to expand in such a way that we can relate to them—in such a way that we can see them, hear them, and respond to them? That, i believed, was the catch. As beings composed purely of momentum, were they already assigned a mass signature in 4D? But the possibility was that we were simply assigned the mass signature that we had before we died—or before we never died—before the laws of physics began to change. I mean to say then, that, perhaps, a long way into the future, once we evolve in such a way—and live long enough to evolve—death is unnecessary. You don’t have to die to get in on the afterlife—you’ve actually evolved without some seemingly abrupt transition from this life to the next.
But scratch that and just ask yourself: why can’t we communicate with the fifth dimension—if, for example, 5D geometry affects 4D geometry which, in turn, affects 5D geometry? We could communicate with the afterlife in that way, or along those lines, so it goes to follow—given no small degree of technical skill, could we, temporarily, be absorbed by 5D or 4D in such a way that we could travel to the hidden dimension? It might be nice to see, with our own eyes, those of us that have passed on from this life—even if we could only visit temporarily. I say temporarily because, technically speaking, we already exist in 5D and, as such, we can’t occupy the fifth dimension unless our inner light, for a time, occupies the fourth dimension—and maybe that happens, i don’t know. it is not clear how we might remember the afterlife. only that we can be affected by it—if, that is, you have a little faith in what the math is telling us—and what many don’t want us to know.
How would, I, a four dimensional being, visit 5D? the only way you can do it, i imagine, is by bringing your body into harmony with your mind—by constructively interfering from your brain to your heart, such that you achieve a frequency that also resonates with your 5D momentum. How do you address it? You don’t. It happens automatically. When you meditate—tune your mind with your body, so that they are in harmony and you are in a semi-aware state (or a hyper-aware state) that responds to changes in frequency—you assume a state of momentum that depends entirely on the momentum of massless particles, i.e. photons—or the light that travels from synapse to synapse—and cell to cell. Nothing crazy is going to happen, at least not all at once, but ideally we could slip partially out phase with ourselves and partially into phase with our 5D bodies.
Thus, by regulating our breathing such that it can respond to tiny changes in momentum we can project our mind’s eye and our mind’s ear—a “mind”-sense, like a sixth sense—in order to slip slightly out of phase and let someone (like Ursula) in, or let someone, (like me), out. So we talked about our love lives an awful lot, actually, although, for the most part, any former life Ursula shared with another man (and or woman) was redacted and or revised in order to protect us from the dangers of love—losing yourself—too much—to the oblivion you feel when having sex, for example (or simply the joy you feel when your family is united). It was important to protect yourself from the enmity of others, and the way you did that was by protecting the person(s) that you were when, in other scenarios, you either did or did not feel loved.