…Where’s ∆¶×||o’s Body… Or M¡πD… The D¡e-mentions…

The mentions of Dying… Or Flying…

I was recently reading a post on Quantum Physics and it was basically disproving the existence of only one dimension and telling of how our spectrum of senses have limited us to only perceiving the current dimension. Like a movie reel, pictures are flashed fast enough for us to see a moving picture… We literally may live in an animated world that no solid exists but its only a construction of belief and intelligence…

This theory evokes so many things in me… I’ve always had a huge love of flight… Telekinesis has piqued my interests ever since I was a child and the more I get influenced I see larger possibility of it as well as first hand been subject to perceiving it… I am almost completely sure that it exists but, how do I get my mind to believe that… Because belief brings construction… You believe it will move, lift or fly, and it/you will… And that’s the principle of telekinesis…

I’ve prayed and believed for insight on this matter to further my influence and ability… Its a crazy thing to fathom… I just wish as humans, we were more open to allowing it in… It seems that most humans are stubborn and don’t want to believe this… When they see it, they will probably regret but… For now… Let’s handle ourselves…

I also have always had the feeling of being the singular being in this dimension… It’s a bit self-centered but the world I live in is too much of a ‘coincidental’ one for me to believe that my life is not just a complete similulation of events, made for me to believe in a certain way and further become enlightened and prepare for the day that I wake up on the operation/experiment table from this ‘dream’ that life is… Like, what if I’m just a being designed to influence your thoughts just from reading a few sentences and build your minds consciousness of a subject and detatch from a dimension also constructed for influence by a group of dudes in a lab or a God in heaven… Is that what ‘death’ is..?

Speaking of dimensions, I’ve always thought that I may be just a little deluded boy with a phsyciatric disorder that won’t allow me to percieve the ‘real world’ or the current dimension… Like, my body is in one dimension but my mind is in another… The sensations and feelings, sights and smells i encouter may just be of spontaneous construction… I could feel my body lay on something flat in another dimension but my mind will make a construction of a bed before me and make me believe I am on a bed… I could run into a wall in another dimension and my mind here will construct a ball being thrown at my head… The pain is the same but my mind has constructed a different image in this dimension…

This raises an air of paranoia that can’t be escaped… No matter how much you try to keep your life away from dangers, the ‘you’ on the other side will experience what your mind will only try to construct here… You can’t be clear of danger…

We cannot fathom all of this but we still live simple lives, trying to create simplicity in a spontaneous, unexpected world… Its hard…

These dimensions may make me go crazy…