The Multidimensionality of Time

San Simeon, California, August 14th, 2016

It’s 8am. Maybe I slept 3 hours, 4 if I’m lucky. I'm traveling with a few mg of 2c-b inside of me.

My screen looks like a rectangle of vibrant light tickling my eyes, and it’s a bit weird to type, like things move a bit more slowly than the perspective my senses got used to in the previous 6 hours. 

I say 6 hours, but my friends and I all agree that it feels like weeks of wisdom were felt and downloaded within.

This trip wasn’t all sensations, laughter and visions, like others have been. This time, I saw and felt a truth, another dimension. I cracked open a reality, which I didn’t even know was there for us to enter, feel and explore.

The multidimensionality of time.

Suddenly, something felt different, I sensed a shift. I felt more sober than ever, a state of extreme awareness. All my senses sharpened, knives piercing through the calcified perceptions.

I didn’t know what it was. Was it the drugs playing a trick on me? I stopped moving, aside from my head and eyes scanning the room and widening to the over-empowering sensation.

The music melted and slowed like a fainting turntable, the atmospheric pressure dropped and released its grip, all was stretched to make room for another perspective that would be sure to fascinate and scare me both.

I was holding a sweet date in my right hand. I was about to put it in my mouth when this realization happened. As my consciousness deepened in this alternate realm, it was like all floated, and I lowered my body, and looked at the date like it was a foreign object, there to decorate a reality I was momentarily stepping out of.

“What’s going on… Can you hear this?” referring to the music slowing down, mutating to alien-like sounds, along with the world and all that was around.

“Yes, I can. So, what are you feeling?” trying to comfort me with a smile. 

Then, he looked like a much older man, someone from far away, with his hands comfortably locked behind his back, smiling widely like a wise master who was amused to see what he knew was coming, and he walked around me, thrilled to see me realizing “this”.

“Welcome. We were waiting for you,” he offered, confusing me even more.

“What do you mean?! Who is “we”?

“All who have experience this truth. Now, how do you take this back into reality? What would you tell your sober self about what you are experiencing right now?”

He points a camera in front of me. I’m in awe, like a child who meets the world for the first time. I have no words, but a billion. I’m scanning, I’m soaking it in, I’m looking around. The date is floating in my right hand.

“I don’t know.”

Stepping into the backend of reality, as we think we know it, the universe’s motherboard orchestrating a smooth show, thinking we know it all.

Years of data, contracted into hours. I could see the potential, the time accelerating on my skin, the decay, entropy and growth dancing on my skin. What was once a still picture or a linear movie was now a file with which I could press rewind, or fast-forward.

The interstices in between, there is a grid, I could see its shape, its structure, like servers rooms for human reality, pathways of neurological data in which we can intervene to create a revolution for good, as he said:

“A lot of people talk about a revolution. But no one fucking does it.”

“We will", I replied.

“Damn right we will.”

An energy field rose, we all felt it.

I now think that most modern technology we commonly know is unconsciously inspired by deeper realms of reality that are existent, yet unknown to most, but surely felt.

The internet, for example, and how it relates to human knowledge: consider each human mind as a node, a website, an entity, holding and creating data, connected through channels, communities and the collective unconscious, with data traveling through explicit communication, intuition, telepathic signals, which would be the equivalence of internet’s connectivity, or signals, that allows data to travel to one point to another, as we carry information in between multiple minds as well.

Then servers rooms with web masters would be the equivalence to higher planes of consciousness holding data and diffusing it as we increase our receptivity, with a web master (or many), being God and/or these higher forces that design reality as we commonly know it, with divine appointments to test our capacity to expand and elevate beyond the obvious, increasing our processing speed and the sophistication of our inner technologies.

I have yet to fully understand this plane of reality (the collective subconscious or higher realms of reality) in a way that I can clearly articulate it but I now hold the belief that the real source of power and impact won’t be held through the overused and abused obvious front door of reality, and first level of consciousness, i.e. your ears and eyes in their first level of connectivity to your brain.

I laid down in bed and continued to assess the sensations, realizations, trying to organize the thoughts in a way they could be leveraged in the physical word. I knew already that it would be hard to explain, and that I might sound crazy, "a girl on drugs who saw weird things" maybe.

I’m taking this risk because we know that an ascension in human consciousness is well taking place now, and soon we will access other dimensions, including the multi-dimensionality of time, allowing us to do the impossible, yes, time traveling, although the expression has been overused and is too fantasized to sound viable or serious but hey, we’ll figure it out. 

All in time.


Love in the Time of Cheap Data

I could not hold his hand. It was lovingly holding my phone, cheating his attention with a block of silicon, reaching out to another man. Subtle disrespect, almost socially acceptable, or at least, normal. To be fair, that was our first date. Was he really expecting me to have a clean plate?  

Wait, date is not the right word, it was more so the convergence of two human bodies on similar coordinates. 

I took a picture of this moment because the gap between my physical and emotional presence in this instance stirred an important question in this era of increasingly cheap data and omnipresent technology.

I also took a picture because well, I was taking a picture for someone else. He virtually cock-blocked (feminine equivalence) me with photobombing it with this hopeful move. 

Where was my reality? Here and now, really? What are the conditions to accept a perspective, an emotion or a sensation as "real"?  Are we arrogant enough to think that our underused cerebral capacities have cracked the code of reality beyond a convenient perspective that allows us to function collectively? 


Was this moment in the physical world that I could touch and that you can now see with your own eyes as exposed here beside truer than this exchange of data through servers and satellites floating in outer-space with a man who breathes miles away?

Yet, the touch of this man that I could feel felt alien, stranger than non-fiction.

The gatekeeper yelling in my brain. Reality blurred, jumping from a universe to another, without warning for the other, all undercover under my screen.

But really, the other can feel it, as he glances in the reflection in my eyes, the pixels dancing and confusing all of my inside.

The birth of emotional tele-transportation, listening to the signal from within.

Heart over matter.

Soon enough, the mind reveals, aided by technology, the illusion of the physical world. 

Now, you can design your reality. I believe that's where the stress of technology originates from:

We are afraid of it because of the burden of unlimited choice, the responsibility associated with control, its resulting consequences, and the infinite expansion that it offers to us. 

Here and now, in this physical world, somewhere still in nature, is so much easier, controllable and comfortable. Silence is blissful.

An ever-expanding universe in which we become creators, is, in opposite, mystical chaos.

In this sense, on that day, I was with a man I have loved for his human qualities, not with the actual man I was physically with. That was the reality I chose, as painful as it may be for the human bodies moving around me in my physical reality, the only one we currently accept as "real".

Sometimes, most times, our bodies are here, our minds are somewhere else. Meditation is one type of medication to balance this slow downfall into made-up worlds dissolving our actual presence. 

This is why we ought to have a discussion around emotional and physical faithfulness. The real gold isn't in the friction of the skin, but more so in the neurons and the energetic exchanges. They are much more sophisticated, rare and rewarding. 

I am not escaping, I am choosing, I am elevating beyond the burden of the body, and the hunger of my inside. I am designing a reality, and letting my mind love freely.

More and more, we will all be designers of our reality, feeling the kind of love we once thought impossible. 

The mimicry of God, the re-writing of a multidimensional story, fucking data instead of dicks, until the dick and the data align, in the fantastically sophisticated software of your mind. Actually, until the rise of Singularity, our mind is The Software, connected to higher forces we don't fully understand yet. 

And since the mind is the ultimate inspiration and creator of all technology and ideas we have of "reality", I am convinced that this awkward puberty age of technology will one day bloom to an elevated symbiosis in which our hearts and collective unconscious will expand and stream, as one. 


The Light in The Dark

For every generation, it seems that we’re waiting for another revolution, and talking about the end of the world like a twisted fantasy that would erase the mistakes we made, or this bewildering attraction to the unknown. 

“What if I jump?” 

But we don’t. We can still feel the ground under our feet, this foundation, our 401k, this safety we wouldn't want to lose. Everything is pretty good. Change and hope are good slogans. It will be great again. Or so we think.

No, it hasn’t come yet, or at least not the big tsunami disrupting reality and forcing us to rewrite our dictionary. Subtle waves of change, movement we can feel, and see, once we step back, falling asleep in our History class. 

So is it just a human trait and or a foreseeable feeling for my friends and I to hear this calling to disrupt the current systems? Is it just a story that comes with our age, but that dies as you birth into the adult of you? Anarchist tendencies, just to sound rebellious, thinking that breathing prana in a Prius will fix anything? Is it a normal trend, predictable even, for us to think that all of this will collapse? That this is a pendulum that’s about to swing out of its orbit? 

Perhaps. These statements are certainly classic, like a Beatles song: “You say you want a revolution, well you know, we all want to change the world, (…) we’d all love to see the plan.” 

Let's think about this idea that.... 

As humans, we are obsessed with happiness and try to avoid pain. Our desire for automation, if fulfilled, is leading to the outsourcing of our critical thinking and memory, and this is why Singularity is dangerous; we must remain aware and in control of our destiny, trusting our intuition as an extremely powerful algorithm. 

But we want to feel good, safe, and happy, with our life sunny side up and an easy flowing chemistry. 

This is where I think lies one of the biggest blockers to this “revolution”:

We have made ourselves allergic to pain, to truth, to feeling things, or the system has, for the incredible powers that emotions hold if we took the courage to listen to them. The information is all in us. 

Pain carries signals, disguised in a way that it appears to be safer to avoid it, enslaving us deeper into this role we were given, a soldier marching into oblivion, clocking in and out, at the intersection of fear and hope, the optimal coordinates for capitalism. 

Yes, pain is a signal, truth’s whispers to our soul, calling for change, however uncomfortable it might appear. Trying to entertain ourselves and numb this pain sinks our existence into a convenient series of lies that detract us from our path, and it distances us from this growth we are meant to experience, as humanity, as one.

For example, consuming content instead of creating new ideas, jamming earbuds in our ears instead of meditating, etc. Pleasure too often our favorite child, and Pain sits in the darkest corner, kept silent with the help of an army of psychotherapists shooting pills, altering reality for the most convenient illusion.

To a point that some people don’t even see it or feel it anymore. They’ve morphed into the mistakes that once pained them, but now they are perpetuating the same patterns, a cycle of people thinking they are finally happy but little do they know they’ve just given up. 

And it goes on and on, with every generation. They pride themselves in being so successful and fitting the puzzle that’ll puzzle the minds and the hearts that can still fear and hear the murmur… 

 But pain, even if we ignore it, never goes away, it gets worst as we try to cover it. I'm not suggesting to live in pain, I'm suggesting to let ourselves feel it, to be present, so that we can take proper action and achieve real peace and happiness. 

I hope that deep down within your deepest self when the curtain’s down and the selfie's posted, I hope that right now, you are sad and confused in some way, at least regarding some parts of our existence. Otherwise, I ask myself, are you disconnected, oblivious or psychopathic? 

Oh, we can certainly feel happy, hopeful and grateful for this third-dimensional human experience, influxes of endorphins, the incredible chance to be alive and connect together.

But what I mean is this belief and latent feeling that we have lost parts of our humanity and that it is time to claim back our powers and elevate our existence beyond false ideals that never fulfill us is vital to our survival, or evolution, more so. Our ancestors evolved because they couldn’t avoid the pain. They had no phones, no pills, no prostitution of the mind. They had to figure shit out. 

This “darkness” for which you might be ashamed or which you might try to mute and cover up in order to be of good company, is, I believe, your most blatant and most beautiful sign of sanity, connectedness and inner alignment.

Your sense of confusion is the living and loving proof that you know that you and all of us are built for a world in which “I love you” is not scary, in which we see pupils more than pixels, in which we don’t destroy our bodies out of shame engineered by the media who needs you to feel broken and hopeful enough so you keep binging and buying, in which we don’t kill our brothers and sisters with bullets so they report better earnings for the fucking stock market, in which we don’t eat dead animals who suffered all the way to our gut as it destroys our planet, in which democracy is more than an empty dream orchestrated for the benefits of a few, in which we don’t break up with someone as soon as it’s not convenient because movies didn’t mention that our imperfections are what makes us humans.

You see a world in which you can be yourself, unfiltered, as you are, like others.

Do not discard your darkness, embrace it, wrap your mind around it, the arms of your awareness, unarmed, open, a little deeper, until you cry and scream like a child, the child you still are, the one who hasn’t stopped dreaming. The dark is part of you, it’s beautiful and so powerful. Dark is a scary concept that is instilled so you give up truth for fabricated happiness. They want you to be happy and stupid. Your intuition is fantastic tool to better your world, seek for solutions, and fuel our consciousness’ elevation. You can't see the stars without the dark.. See, this divine complementarity? Nature is, God is, it doesn’t judge. 

Feel sadness take over you, until you can not accept it anymore, until you yourself transform your darkness into an incredible drive to live with truth and courage, questioning the statu quo, offering audacious solutions that once got some stoned and hung but that were key to our evolution. Don’t you doubt for a second that we too will rewrite history books with a bunch of cliffhangers and surprises, this will not be a linear story. We are the script writers and actors of our own reality.