A blog about living at the event horizon

So. I wish there would be a coach or a guide.. to.. humor me, please, to help people transition to the 5th dimension.

We start from the assumption that.. this is the point. I want to move forward.

And you know what is actually the absolutely most amazing thing? Why there is no forward anymore, sometimes?

It’s because we are not supposed to move on or forward, we are supposed to move UP.

UP. in Time.

That’s why is so incredibly hard and dizzying, because from time to time we tend to look back. Using the same lens and framework that we used our whole life. And there is no back. Behind us it’s nothing.

There is here and now.

And here and now I have to comb and dry my hair after shower.

And here and now, next week, I will have a new coleague that I will start to train for taking over my tasks, so I can move on the controlling role.

UP.

(closes eyes and lets head fall on the side on the pillow).

What I am trying to say is that. UP. Like a baby that learned how to stand up and walk.

Oh. I know. I fell through another gate. Some millions of years back.

Ohhhh… This is what gates are. When both dimensions somehow align in frequency and you see through them.

5th dimension is on top of 4th dimension. It completely wraps up over it. But there’s a catch. You cannot access it whenever you want, you have to wait for an opening. Also. 5th dimension is a transitory place. Like when you use 5th gear at the car on a highway. You have to get back to 4th, 3rd.. stop. Because sometimes there are blockages. Not that the road is not built, it is intentionally blocked.

The distance between the words was reduced. The words were glued together.

The worlds were glued together. So you can’t notice anymore when you shift, until you look back.

I will come back to this post. It’s why I was getting dizzy so much all the time.

Now I need to check if my ENG101 assignment due this week was graded yet.

And yeah. To comb and dry my hair.

See?! It’s too long. The distance that I have to travel to arrive back to myself, in this canvas, is too much. I am lost.

There were never two steps back. There were: wait a bit.

Stay completely still.

Don’t move.

And you will see it too.

I did not know where I was going. And you asked me “have you come here just for me?”

Here, where?

Where were you, going?

Where are you, going?

I ask again. Where are you going??

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