Shahid al-Zafar
The 4th Dimension?
There has been talk of the 4th dimension and what that means to us as corporeal beings of this plane and 6th age. So to my understanding, the literature of the 4th Dimension speaks on the concept of mortal consciousness as: being able to perceive itself BEYOND our current understanding of volume [being measured as a length times width times height metric].
The simplest way to describe this 'construct' is to draw two ordinary 3D cubes in 2D space, one encompassing the other, separated by an "unseen" distance, and then draw lines between their equivalent vertices. The eight lines connecting the vertices of the two cubes in this case represent a single direction in the "unseen" fourth dimension.
I am a man of facts, history, and the sciences. Yet, I must say, I do believe that what we are collectively experiencing is a 'slip' through what we know of as "time." I use that term loosely, as it is a "man-made" construct . But, for the purposes of linear thought I shall consider "time" as we refer to it presently.
As our dimension or reality pulls forward through the hypothetical timeline-of-life, we quite literally pull our 3rd dimension through the 4th dimension. This economy of motion causes rips that those sensitive to, or observant of, may witness. I have witnessed such outer-dimensional beings with my blind eye. Two of my compatriots, respectively, have looked through certain types of glass accessories to peer within.
Maybe my mirror will yield the same results? Only one way to find out.
Ludgrave Park Fires
Ottel revealed to us that there were horrific fires that swept through Ludgrave Park. The fire spread wide and killed many in the area; so much so that they had to use mass graved within that area to show the deceased some semblance of respect. Ludgrave - or low grave - Park is an area of highly concentrated madness. I surmise that this is the source of all the "sightings" we had come to witness.
Ottel and Renault spoke of 4th dimensional time and space. Such studies are much easier to believe than not. Ancient texts speak of individuals who considered themselves "mages" - or practitioners of magic - that would delve into such studies as Chronurgy. This was the believe that one could manifest their will to such extremes that they could quite literally alter the very reality that they had currently perceived. But this is for another entry...
A Gentle Wave Goodbye...
A bustling station: dunes of people brushing past me...no...through me;
their commotion of sound too overwhelming to hear.
The distance between: shoulders unmoving as I try and stride...no...press forward;
the pressure unbearable to the point of restraint.
A steam whistle: its blast so loud that it gains...no...commands attention;
its scream sends shrills of shock down my spine.
An imposing train: Its structure so large that it holds...no...consumes patrons;
its compartments like appendages retaining what it consumes.
My moon and stars: Their beautiful eyes scour to find...no...beg attention;
their pent up emotions burst as soon as their gaze meets mine.
A blown kiss: An exhalation of two lovers' affection...no...their souls;
fleeing their mortal coils to share in eternal bliss.
Reaching hands: with outreaching fingertips longing...no...yearning connection;
And yet, all that can be conveyed is a gentle wave goodbye.
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