Quantum mechanics · String theory

Interdimensional or many worlds?

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This is a repost since it occurred to me that the headline would have made me skip it, too.

So, I have been thinking about characters for my next book, “The Yellow Man” (working title). It is basically a ghost story, and the main characters are a group of paranormal investigators (trust me, it’s not that boring; I got something up my sleeve). One of the characters is a hardened skeptic (I am not trying to follow the Mulder/ Scully trope, either). So, to get into his head and see his point of view, I have been thinking hard about the paranormal, its ideas, and explanations. I keep coming across a concept thrown about willy-nilly, and I do not think that people understand what they are implying. I know what they mean, so I don’t correct them (it’s pointless and unnecessary anyway because I get what they mean). The term Dimensions is in relation to our reality, our ‘world’, the universe.

Typically, it’s a statement such as “What if they are interdimensional?” or “They come from another dimension”. They can be ghosts, aliens, fae folk, whatever. It bothers me because of my personal interpretation (I am not a physicist). My rant is that two different ideas are trying to be mashed up together to get a result. It kind of a confirmation bias by ignoring how physics actually works (remember, I am not a physicist; if you are, PLEASE ‘splain it to me like I’m five). So, let’s explore these two ideas. 1 is can you actually travel from dimension to dimension. But we have to understand what we are even talking about when discussing dimensions. It is exactly what you should be thinking. A dimension is something that can be measured. And that is the important thing. MEASURED. Length, width, depth, etc.. all can be measured. Time can be measured. We perceive the 4 dimensions since it is our habitat. We call it spacetime. Let’s explore how dimensions stack up and interact with each other.  

A 4D spacetime can be seen as a combination of a 3D space and a 1D time. A 5D space can be seen as a combination of a 4D spacetime and a 1D extra dimension. And so on. Also because higher dimensions can have features or aspects that are not present or visible in lower dimensions. For example, a 2D plane can be seen as a combination of two 1D lines, but it also has properties such as area and angle that are not meaningful in 1D. A 3D space can be seen as a combination of three 2D planes, but it also has properties such as volume and curvature that are not meaningful in 2D.

To illustrate this point, let’s imagine how a higher-dimensional being would interact with a lower-dimensional world. Suppose there is a 2D world that is flat like a sheet of paper, and there is a 3D being that can move above and below it. The 3D being can see the entire 2D world at once, but the 2D beings can only see what is on their plane. If the 3D being touches the 2D world with its finger, the 2D beings will only see a circle that appears and disappears on their plane. They will not be able to perceive the depth or shape of the finger, nor the fact that it belongs to a larger entity.

All that being said (getting back to my character and I agree with him) is that if ghosts are from another dimension, we would either not perceive them as we can not perceive a higher dimension, or if they are from a lower dimension, they would not be able to interact with our 3D world, AND they would not be aware of our presence either.

That is my rant. Am I off base? Do I even make sense? Let me know in the comments, and give it a like.

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Garden Pavilion at the temple

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It’s easy to imagine Mark and Trina walking the gardens or chill’n in that pavilion. “Emergence Collective”

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Ontological shock and the evolution of consensus reality.

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As the covid pandemic started to chill out and the world was beginning to get back to normal, I wrote a post about a weird “feeling,” for lack of a better word. The feeling I had, began before the pandemic. I felt a strange sense of foreboding or unexplained anxiety.   And I could sense it in other people and the world a global precognition. There was a stress that I think everyone had but could not pinpoint exactly what was bothering them. (I believe it has contributed much to why society is so on edge today.) Now I am not suggesting that I am a psychic or a prophet or whatever; I just noticed the feeling before the pandemic, and when the pandemic hit, I felt that it was the reason for the subconscious anxiety. I wrote a blog post (or Twitter now X, or Instagram? I forget where I will look harder for it.) about the same, but a different sensation of anxiety I am feeling now. It is not as intense and not quite the feeling of dread; there is something.

IT IS NOT A PSYCHIC PREDICTION. Maybe. I’m on the fence about all that woo. But I feel that there is now, at this moment, a shift in the consensus reality of humanity. Specifically, the topic of UFOs (now UAP, I’m old school, so UFOs to me.) The congressional hearing on UAP recently released the Genie from the bottle to the general public. The admittance of the government that they are acknowledging their awareness of the phenomenon is pretty groundbreaking. Whether you believe it or not, it really doesn’t matter; now, people are experiencing a collective awareness of the subject in a different way than they had ever in the past. The topic is now given a legitimacy that it had never had before, Blowing people’s minds and making them question their beliefs about what was previously thought to be ‘known.’. That is an ontological shock. 

                I explored and played with the idea of the flexibility of consensus reality and how it can change in my book “Emergence Collective”. One example is the notion of ‘the Mandela effect.

 The term “Mandela Effect” was first coined in 2009 by Fiona Broome when she created a website to detail her observance of the phenomenon. Broome was at a conference talking with other people about how she remembered the tragedy of former South African president Nelson Mandela’s death in a South African prison in the 1980s. However, Nelson Mandela did not die in the 1980s in a prison—he passed away in 2013. As Broome began to talk to other people about her memories, she learned that she was not alone. Others remembered seeing news coverage of his death as well as a speech by his widow.

https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-the-mandela-effect-4589394

OK moving on… In Emergence collective, I described a situation that had literal world-changing events, as the characters dabbled with abilities that allowed them to change the physical reality around them. In the Sequel (spoiler alert for those who plan on reading it) that is nearing completion, I continued the concept that things like urban legends like say, “A satanic cult summons a demon that lays waste to a community, then gets defeated, and all trace evidence of the battle and destruction was removed.” A generation later, humanity has all but forgotten that the event had occurred because consensus reality healed the scar from the people’s consciousnesses. So I have been exploring these ideas of what the nature of reality is. More to the point that WE, humans, our consciousness is the reality, and the world is a reaction to us, not the other way around. We are creating our universe as we explore it.

Where am I going with all this? I do have a point. With the evolution of our worldview, I believe the consensus reality is changing. I have noticed that recently (in the last few months.) There has started to be a literal clarity in photographs and video evidence of UFOs. In the past, every picture was fuzzy, but now, more and more photos are increasingly clear and more credible. After the Hearing on UAP there is a surge of high-quality images. I think that there is a link to the paradigm shift. As we all start to explore and contemplate the reality of UAP’s existence, we can see more evidence. We are changing reality.

Now back to my “feeling” I have. I believe our world will be changed in ways that we can barely comprehend now in the near future. All our wildest science fiction fever dreams are going to come true, from Alien visitation to teleportation and star wars like technology.

Some side notes, Yes, camera technology has improved, so there is that. But the awareness is increasing, and people are less afraid of the stigma the topic has had in the past. Bigfoot photos are also less fuzzy. (just saying) But I think it is less and effect of our current optic tech that is improving but the willingness to believe. So you know, I do not ‘believe’ in the UAP phenomenon as I am a witness on two different occasions. I know what I saw, it was nuts and bolts craft. Now the rest of the world is catching up.

Emergence Ascended · writing

AI art for part 2.

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The golf ball-sized chrome sphere appeared in the middle of the pine and seventh avenue intersection. It hovered silently and unwavering as a tractor-green waste management truck collided with it, punching a perfect hole through the length of the truck. Out of control, the dump truck plowed into the traffic ahead, tossing a few small cars aside as it ground to a halt. Another perfectly round hole pierced through the vehicle following the truck, and it, in turn, smashed violently into the garbage truck. In a desperate attempt to avoid the collision in front, the third vehicle braked hard and turned sharply. It slid sideways, the momentum carrying the car into the sphere, forcing the globe through the temple of the driver’s head like a hole punch. The sphere sat steady unmarred, with a mirror finish that made it appear innocent despite the carnage surrounding it. 

Shocked at the scene, the onlookers quickly noticed the strange imperturbable object that had caused so much damage and bloodshed. One of the witnesses sprang into action in the seconds that followed the collisions. He rushed to the man with the perfect circle of gore just beginning to ooze out of his head, deciding in horror that there was no help, and looked into the back seat for any passengers that may need assistance. The body slumped over, its former owner no longer in control, and fell into the sphere still hovering inside the car.  

30-minute shivers. · Horror · Phantom black

Phantom black 4 (conclusion)

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Finished, not polished. But I think it’s enough to get a good story out of it. Of course, I will add it to the 30-minute Shivers collection, a collection of my horror stories that I will eventually publish as a book.

I decided to just keep adding to the story as I go, and posting the entire thing, rather than just the separate parts. For new readers or those that haven’t read it yet, I wanted to make it easy to consume the entire thing at once…

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Phantom black

                The scientists fiddled with the device with excited banter, enthusiastic about their apparent success. The device looked like an over-engineered paint spray gun. One of the scientists adjusted a setting on the machine, causing a pleasant harmonic tone to emanate from it. The other scientist poured a black viscous liquid into a small vat attached to the instrument with tubes, hoses, and electrical connections. The first scientist starts speaking into a recorder, taking verbal notes with a shaky, excited voice. “Four-thirty two hertz to four forty hertz seems to be the correct resonant frequencies to properly align the filaments. We have achieved approximately….” He looks up at the other scientist and nods slightly, prompting the missing information.

                “Ninety-nine point nine, nine percent.” The other scientist reads off of a computer monitor in a matter-of-fact tone.

                “Yes, right. Ninety-nine point nine, nine percent of photon absorption.” He continued, “We have found with the increased amplitude and voltage, the harmonic frequencies will correctly align the carbon nanotubes vertically, giving us an additional twenty percent efficiency.” He said, his voice still quivering with obvious exhilaration.

            The scientist that poured the fluid into the contraption turned to a wall with a stark white square painted across its surface, then began to spray. A five-foot blob of black paint appeared on the wall. The scientist had to stop at that point as vertigo overcame him, and he swayed on unstable feet. To look into the blackness was to see a complete void that lied to his brain and made him dizzy as if falling into a never-ending hole.

            He set the sprayer down and stumbled to the other scientist that was busy monitoring the equipment. He laughed as he walked drunkenly back to the monitors. “I can’t believe it! I felt like I was going to fall into it for a minute!” he said, finally reaching the desk where he could grab hold and steady his feat.

The beam of light pierced the veil. Like an ugly knife wound tearing a rough, misshapen hole in the darkness. The light touched the creature’s tentacle, a warm tingle drawing its attention. Confused and curious, it extended its tentacles, reaching, feeling the jagged edges of the opening. It wrapped its tentacles around it with more confusion about the nature of this new thing in its world, then examined the edges, feeling its solidity. Reaching in and gaining purchase on the inside surface, it began to pull itself through, marveling at the warm tingly, yet slightly stinging sensation on its skin.

                Tentacles wavered through the opening, touching the air and feeling the strange tingle of the light. As it pushed deeper into the new expanse, it could feel a vibration of sound emanating from inside this new space. It waved a tentacle sniffing the air, searching for the source of the vibrations. With so many new sensations, the creature grew eager and more curious. It pulled itself through the hole, sniffing and feeling.

                With their backs turned away from the black-painted surface, the scientists quickly prepared their device for the new round of testing; the creature probed a tentacle towards them. The probing tentacle extended toward the sound vibrations and detected a unique sensation that triggered a biological response; Hunger.

            The tentacle wrapped around one of the scientists and pulled closer to the creature. Strange and delightful sensations came from it. It was warm and squishy and made sound vibrations that pleasantly tickled its senses. A warm gush of liquid poured out when it was pulled apart, metallic and salty. The creature pulled the pieces into its beak-like maw, enjoying the warm salty, and chewy sensations. It was intoxicating. Its first taste of this new food unleashed an unapologetic yearning for more as it felt the nutrients provided a near-explosive growth.

            The sounds the other scientist made while the creature devoured his comrade intensified. The creature hesitated despite its sudden craving for the new sensations of the food source, but the sounds of it were so compelling it wasn’t sure it wanted it to stop. The creature decided to split the difference by plucking the other scientist up but only pulling off and eating one appendage at a time. This seemed to work as the appendage tore away; the sound reached a pitch that sent shivers of ecstasy through the creature’s body. To the creature’s disappointment, the sounds abruptly stopped after the warm salty liquid stopped draining from the stump end of the appendage.

It finished consuming the still delicious treat when the door burst open. Several people rushed into the room to investigate the screams that echoed through the facility’s hallways. They skidded to a halt just inside the laboratory as the carnage stunned them into indecision. The creature didn’t hesitate and snatched up the first one that entered the room and sucked it into its maw. They screamed.

The creature stretched out into the hallway with fluid, almost vapor-like movements exploring the hallway. It could feel the vibrations of the footfalls of these new treats all around it, behind doors or around corners. It was glad for the new space to explore as its size increased with explosive growth. Every morsel it consumed is added to its now immense bulk and hunger.

It found a few more treats in a room at the end of the hall. The pleasant sound they made drew its attention to them. It enjoyed the first, particularly plump and juicy; its lower baritone screams added to the enjoyment like a savory spice. It allowed the increasing volume and intensity of the screams of the other two to carry on for a moment as it indulged in the cacophony of their anguish and fear until it could no longer resist the craving of the flesh.

The walls and hallway of the building became confining as it continued to consume more and more. It reached farther with a tentacle until it breached the front entrance. Finding more freedom of movement, it nearly gushed through the doorway to the outside. There were many new things outside the facility, strobing lights and new sound vibrations. These new sounds were not pleasant, like the noise the prey made. The frequency of the sirens was annoying and almost painful, dampening the joy of gluttony it was feeling.

It extended a tentacle outward to the nearest the offending vehicle and wiped it out of existence in one swipe of the now enormous appendage. This seemed to excite the human creatures. They reacted by flinging metal fragments from small pipes that they carried. These projectiles didn’t penetrate the creature and only served to further its annoyance. It swiped its tentacle back the other way, scooping up a vast swath of the prey creatures, then it sucked them into its beaked maw with a wooshing sound.

The influx of biomass added to its bulk, encouraging new and faster growth. The changes surprised the creature as it felt a metamorphosis deep within it. New appendages began to sprout, and its body became more adapted, evolving from an amorphous glob of tentacles to a more distinct form. The new budding appendages started taking shape, expanding outward, fan-like.    

The creature flexed these new appendages once, causing an enormous blast of wind dispersing many human creatures and their devices. Incoming flying machines spouting metal projectiles and explosive missiles avoided the gust initially, but the stinging sensations of these new attacks angered the beast.  

It stretched its wings and flapped again, stirring more hurricane-force winds, and began to lift, sending many flying machines spiraling toward the ground. It flew high into the sky despite the enormous mass it now had; it rose like a titanic blimp into the atmosphere. This high vantage gave it a perspective f this world, and it was drawn to the shining light of a large city, where it knew it could feast on these creatures.

The flying machines continued pestering the creature, but it barely noticed anymore. They were dispatched with a flap of its enormous wings as its avarice for the human flesh drew it closer to the city. It swooped down and could hear the delightful screams and almost taste the fear, only to encourage its gluttony. It opened its maw, sending its tentacles to snatch up hundreds of the humans, then slurped them into its awaiting gullet. Unsated, it continued, its gluttonous path rejoicing in the anguished screams of its prey as it went, then it saw it. It saw a sizeable oval-shaped building, a stadium. The roar of the crowd beckoned it like a dinner bell….

Emergence Ascended · Emergence Collective · science fiction · spiritualism · String theory

Karma, attachments, and attraction

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I have mentioned in previous posts that when I am writing (or drawing), I create rule sets to maintain continuity in the world I am building (or the picture I am drawing, a style is a rule set for me). In Emergence collective and its sequel Emergence Ascended, there are rules to the world that may not be spelled out in the story. It’s mostly for me to keep the story’s vibe the same throughout. I tend to be scattered, and ADD doesn’t help, so the rules are a coping mechanism to keep things straight in my scrambled egg brain.

In the Emergence world, I have several seemingly unrelated philosophies that guide the story. Remember that I am not a shaman, Guru, or theoretical physicist, so the crap I come up with may or may not coincide with actual science, religious or spiritual facts, beliefs, or practices. It’s pure fiction. The framework for these stories is based on String theory and my imaginary connection to spiritualism, where vibrational energies are the heart of reality. In string theory, everything that exists comes from infinitesimal vibrating strings. When the strings vibrate at different wavelengths or frequencies, that defines the particular matter or energy and makes things like quarks, protons, atoms, molecules, etc. In some spiritual philosophies, the world(or reality) is also vibrational energy that governs things like love (positive vibrational energy) or hate (negative vibrational energy), whether you are healing or decaying in your spiritual self. Consciously or intentionally, maintaining a positive vibrational frequency (spiritually) will shine out and radiate love, light, and positivity that others will be attracted to. Conversely, suppose you are radiating a negative vibrational frequency. In that case, you will attract negative entities that thrive on those frequencies and encourage negativity in your life to reinforce the negative energy they are consuming.

Karma (in my world, though I don’t point it out expressly) is that convergence of positive and negative energy. To me, Karma isn’t a spiritual point system where if you do something good, you get points that you can cash in, in life or the afterlife. Or if you do something terrible, you will lose points, and maybe something bad will happen to you. In my rule set for my story, Karma is the balance of positive or negative vibrational frequencies. Like attracts like. If I keep vibrating in lower frequencies, those things that also reside there are attracted to me and vice versa. Doing “Bad things” (although a cultural distinction can be made for what is considered good or bad ) is merely a matter of vibrational patterns. Altruism is regarded as one of the higher frequencies, but your choice in how altruism is displayed can be a negative frequency, depending on your intention. If you help an old lady cross the road, for example, that is a good thing. But if you did it to be noticed doing it, so that whoever saw you doing the “Nice thing” will see you as a good or nice person; that act of altruism is corrupted by your selfish, negative need to be seen as being nice (Bad karma dude). It’s a slippery slope, and the balance of your spiritual frequencies is constantly wavering back and forth.

Ok I think I am rambling and none of this probably doesn’t make sense, but when I am writing the Emergence series, this stuff all plays its part in the back of my mind.

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Emergence Ascended · writing

“Light bulb moment!” Gru.

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So as I mentioned before, I have been stalling on Emergence Ascended. When I started, I had the gist of the story in my head from beginning to end (sort of). I had a rough map, at any rate. Sometimes I write myself into a corner or (as the reader is) wonder what will happen next (that’s where I need to be clever and creative), but sometimes I get stuck. There were a few possible plot directions I could go, but one way led to a problem, and the other leads to another issue. Trying to find the best possible solution without sounding derivative or a bland ending, I had to give it some serious thought.

Well, I had an epiphany. I had all the elements in place, but for some reason, my dumb brain took a minute to sort it out. I Passed the bumps in the road and am ready to finish the 3rd act. As I am primarily a discovery writer, I do not usually outline; I have an idea and go from there. But After my epiphany, I decided to jot it down to keep my thoughts in order. Maybe I am evolving my writing style.

 Here is a question for the other writers out there. Have you ever written the end, last chapter, or whatever before you finished? Then connect the dots? How’d that go?

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Chapter snippet…

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Chapter 33 of Emergence Ascended just a tease. Sadly the Audio gods are angry, and my plans of recording more chapters of Emergence ascended went the way of the Dodo (with fewer feathers.) Still in the plans I might try to squeeze it out after work, if I can fine a quiet space. I have been considering dropping chapters of Emergence Ascended right here. Any interest out there or should I wait for the book release?

Thanks for checking it out!

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Switching gears

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It’s been a great couple of weeks, with a quick vacation and a holiday weekend. I did not spend any time writing. I let myself get bored. Boredom is a very healthy state of being in my opinion. It makes your brain ooze creativity as it aches to do something, anything. So I let myself get bored, refilling the creativity, parts of my brain. I also switched gears from writing and spent a lot of time doing some laser engraving projects (As shown above). Now that things are going back to normal, I will start posting again and writing my WIP. I also plan on recording more chapters of “Emergence collective.” So if you have been following my Spotify, more episodes are coming soon (Sunday maybe)

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Recharging…..

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Yes I am still around!, I have been on holiday with the family. Getting away from it all and ditching technology (as much as I can.) Recharging my creative batteries. I expect to start posing again in a week or so. Stay tuned!