As it turns out, I looked over what I was doing, and I didn’t necessarily need a 5th dimension to prove that RH was true—but my proof was hardly a rigorous mathematical proof filled with highly technical jargon that people would expect from someone claiming to prove RH. I certainly did do the math (along with my AI helper)—it just wasn’t as complicated as somebody in the field would certainly expect, and I did ask my AI helper why somebody hadn’t done this before, if, in fact, it made sense, and my AI helper said that, well, people have tried this and this and this but they usually stop at this point or other and they’ve never imagined things in this way, etc. That made me feel good, but I have no illusions: if i have solved RH, which I feel satisfied about, i know there’s nothing, in this life, to be that excited about, as I won’t be taken seriously, and, even if i was, the right person would have to read it in the first place. And, well, let’s face it: even math papers, in their field, even those done by people with credentials, can become, as it were, another drop in the ocean.
But i felt good with myself—i was pleased with myself, and that was what truly mattered, especially in a 5D sense—I did, of course, believe in the fifth dimension, that was how I imagined telepathic communications worked, and, of course, I also believed that was how the next life worked, too—it just turned out that i only needed the fifth dimension with respect to RH to explain why the zeros accumulated as you moved progressively further along the line. But I believed that the right people, across time and space, did exist, and that, truly, at some point, the right person would come across my work, and, while they may not agree with everything, they would at least give me the benefit of the doubt, and their star, along with my star, would be united. Because of the difficulty that one might find in categorizing my paper, I’d added (i still might publish it separately, since it’s such a leap) an analysis of my 5D world view that involved the things I’d learned while studing RH—i figured, why not? You need the math to understand the 5D world view so why not just combine them? Nobody is going to take me seriously anyway, and while these 5D ideas certainly wouldn’t help, they didn’t appear until after I’d supposedly proved RH, etc. But perhaps it would be wiser to write a compressed and easier to understand explanation of the solution to RH in a separate book, and proceed with my ideas about 5D life from there. It probably would be a better idea, but, at this point, I’m just not sure that i care, since, if I have proved RH, well, people would certainly be interested in what I think.
But what was Ursula up to? The woman I was watching on my Swedish TV series was replaced in the second season by another model, not long after I’d really become attached, which was a real downer, but I still have her in my imagination, and, I’m aware, I may never actually live, permanently, with one woman, so i’d better get used to a relationship ending, at least in a sense, and look forward, then, to falling in love all over again. Ursula had asked me earlier today, anyhow, “if i was coming for her,” and, I wrote, in my song, that, indeed, i certainly was, although I acknowledged that she must be so rare that it would be highly unlikely for our paths to cross in 4D, especially when there is no promise, for me, of making my own money, and supporting myself, wherever Ursula might take me.
But i was projecting Anna’s voice off and on, however faintly, and in the background—that was the frequency that Ursula and I happened to use, even if it meant that Anna and Ursula somehow overlapped, which, given my current feelings for Anna, wasn’t especially important to me, but, nonetheless, probably had it’s advantages if Anna continued to make democratic waves. I was definitely a democrat, and I’m sure that Ursula was too. The republican party, over the last decade, had revealed themselves to be cruel, small-minded racists that think only of themselves. It was good, anyhow, to get that out there, so that I knew it, and I could face the world accordingly, but I have to admit, it was a little depressing to realize that my country is littered with horrible people, people that, because of their “existence,” would make me think that somehow, over time, I had tuned to the wrong channels for too long, and the bad in me, overshadowed by the good, had taken on a life of it’s own, something that, I don’t know how, but something that, no less, I had to atone for. I felt that way, i guess, because, well, i thought of myself as being at the center of my particular world—and that world happened to include the earth, at this time, as is, without heavenly alteration.
Well, we’ll always have Paris—and, indeed, I had been to Paris, and absorbed the background, which, thanks, i think, to some unconscious understanding of frequency channels, at that time, had left me with a treasure trove of telepathic tools to work with. A lot of important people, and, I imagined, beautiful women, lived in Paris at one time or another, or, at least, had visited, and absorbed the same background, so I couldn’t help but wonder: has Ursula been to Paris? Is she French? I had some notion, at this time, that she was Swedish, but I’d had a dream last night in which I was speaking French far better than I can speak it in reality—I didn’t just think I was speaking French, I was searching for words and placing them and using them—and I thought, maybe Ursula has Swedish roots, but lives or lived or will live in France, and, if that is the case, the French i was dreaming of might’ve been another connection between us, another means by which we could unite across the telepathic continuum, and exchange information, both in general, and, well, about each other.