May 2021 -
This starts with a vision of a hanger with all these flamboyantly customized space ships, which I can tell have been elaborately enhanced for both aesthetic and performance related purposes. These are finer than the finest machines with candy coated paint jobs to perfectly reflect exquisite shades of shining star light. They rest on a higher version of reality, which then dips down from the clouds and I somehow internally know exactly what this means. These are custom bodies that can be used to incarnate in various lower dimensions such as ours (which pretty much everyone up here agrees mostly sucks). Tricked out times suits essentially. I’m told that my particular soul structure has 5 more of them.
Me: Please don’t waste them here.
Later, for nights on end I’m treated with this same liminal state bombardment experience. I’m detached from any sort of human form and looking down on what I could best describe as a cut out swath of this Death Star/Cybertron-esque hyper dense urban plot grid. From this perspective, there are currently two key components that are being tweaked, and they both sort of look like pockets of dark living mist with holes intentionally cut around them to allow alteration.
This goes on for several sleep cycles and I have little clue what to make of it. Then it’s clarified a tad more. Space and Time. Those are the variables we’re tinkering with to accomplish…some goal (that I get the vibe I wouldn’t remotely understand). It’s fairly odd that these things look sort of distant from one another in the midst of this living cityscape collective thing. I’m at one point shown one side of the equation, which is basically this swirling galaxy crammed into a small compartment. That’s you. Living space.
Then on the other side there’s time, which here they’re pointing out can be specifically associated with the body, the corporeal. Infinite space crammed into a fleshy talking monkey narrative incoherence. Space and Time.
At one point I’m basically told exactly how to pass the test we’ll face at death and it’s all metaphors. The specifics of the lesson plan were intentionally wiped, but those were the nature of the questions. In your life, this was a metaphor for what? What was this a metaphor for? How about this? That was the entire point. I could feel the information inside of me hovering like a black weighted smoke. Every seemingly crappy quotidian detail of our suicide society a brilliant satirical representation of something impossibly vast. It is but a parody, but the hidden information is still interspliced into the nature of everything and this is all associated with being crammed into a meaty time suit. We’re here to learn.
On one night though, they wanted me to know something very specific about time, which is: This ain’t it. This is a shitty time for your particular version of infinite space. As for why?
“Too much Nazi bullshit”
I’m paraphrasing but that was absolutely the gist and it tracks.
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