Worlds As Neurons In The Multiverse Brain
Like separate neurons under a microscope, seeking out each other without sight but somehow detecting where the others are, we could connect with people. Nonlocally. We just had to first think of them. Then, sense them. Feel them. Catch their scent. Then, we’d become entangled and could unite. We were two once seemingly separate neurons connecting in the grander scheme of the God brain.
The Radio
It’s no coincidence that the word “channeling” resembles the numbered channels on a radio dial. The channeler is like a radio themselves, fine-tuning frequencies within their mind’s eye to receive a signal.
In the dichotomy of AM/FM radios, frequency modulated (FM) waves broadcast over far greater distances than their AM (or amplitude modulated) counterparts. In the case of wave functions that transcend this dimension and leave time—tapping into otherworldly sources—the concept of transmission and receiving becomes blurred. And the distances traverse infinitely greater expanses than even the farthest reaching frequency modulated ranges.
Meditations On Channeling
Down on Earth, this Earth, I meditated calmly under the thin veil of silence that my living room provided. In the stillness, I caught hint of a distant world that also somehow felt nearby, hovering above in quiet orbit, hung in a Lagrange point of this planet’s relative space. I had become wise to its extraterrestrial presence by channeling. But I would not become hypnotized under the delusion that I had somehow created its existence, out of the ether, by adeptly receiving its signal. The good ship Cheshire had hung in relative Earth space long before I detected its looming presence.
When I took the channeling one step further, allowing my lucid consciousness to travel upward toward the source of the otherworldly signal, the higher Truth instantly emerged. At once, I opened my eyes, sitting in the lotus position aboard the Cheshire. My higher self, meditating in my Drop on that spaceship, had summoned me. I had not created the signal at all down on Earth. I had merely detected the wave when I was ready. In the end, the wave had created me.
The higher soul self, Bill Thunderbird, had summoned me, a lowly earthling from some Earth adjacent to His home world.
Though Thunderbirds could materialize into your world on a whim, fully actualized as a living, breathing, red-blooded human, it was sometimes easier to plant reference points in local residences. These living bookmarks went about their daily lives, until called upon. A Thunderbird could swoop in, on a moment’s notice and pick up where they left off.
I was one such plant and facilitated the entrance of the local Thunderbird with seamless transition. I was a walking breadcrumb.
When I finally ascented, that was my final memory—that I was some marker for future reference, a breadcrumb trail—before joining the higher mind of Bill Thunderbird. The soul lives many lives and I was but one of His.
Earlier:
“What’s the first thing you’ll do, once you’ve unlocked the key to channeling?”
My friend and I were at coffee. I had just told her that I was close to cracking the code out of this universe.
“Possibilities are endless,” I said. “The multiverse is my oyster.”
“But wouldn’t you want to pay homage to the home world that created you?” she implored. I must say, Stacy was a grounding presence.
“Yeah, that’s reasonable,” I said. “In order to even ascertain the ability to channel other worlds, one must believe that they are the Earth. She’s our mother and we are Her. When we leave this plane, we take Her with us.”
“Yes, exactly,” she continued. “Couldn’t you channel the powers from other worlds who may offer beneficial sophistication to our struggling planet? So, again, I ask you: what would you do first?”
“I’d spread the word to all who may want to learn. Some, not all of us, feel trapped here. I’d want to free them from their self-imposed prisons. The severely disabled come to mind, but really anybody who possesses the mental acuity to understand this life is temporary and that their soul is eternal should be able to transcend.”
If the Earth could provide that perfect incubator to elevate my soul, the least I could do was heal Her by outsourcing aid from other universes.
Channeling People, Not Just Places
As I became a more savvy channeler, I realized that the highest form of this craft concerned resonating with the frequencies of other life forms, fellow people. Animated souls, you see, brought life to otherwise empty spaces.
It helps to know the person you’re channeling. You need to understand their essence when you’re searching for their signature radio signal. In the handshake of entanglement, it also takes two to channel. Once you ping the desired recipient, it’s up to them to reciprocate. It also helps that, the last time you saw this person, that you parted on good terms.
Yes, channeling people is the highest form of the craft. Without them, places don’t exist. After all, how could a place be if no one’s there to acknowledge it?
Big Cat
This short story originates from the universe (or multiverse) of “Big Cat,” a novel.
If you liked that tale, you might like the book.
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