by Dennis Klinger, | Guest writer, In5D.com
I’m sitting here thinking and considering what it is I can truly know about this existence or the awareness I sense inside this body I can feel. There is this ‘me’ that is distinctly different and separate from what, and who, is around me. This self awareness does not inherently understand the physical world, it must discover it instead. This self awareness sees that my creation is being hidden from me. It is hidden because it must be. I explore it because discovery is not an option; it is the product of my existence, however little or much I learn.
This point of perspective that is me, that is the collection of these memories and the reactions to my immediate surroundings, exists in another world just as a house exists in this one. Each plane of time here is collected and added to what can be viewed as a solid outside of the dimension containing time. The moments we are using to carve and create our lives are added by time ripping through this physical world. The ripping through is the discovery process that sublimates the universe and experiences it by changing its physical form.
As time rips through our physical world it leaves a record by adding space between matter. Like an archaeological dig site, it can never be restored perfectly to its prior condition before discovery, and so a record of the event is made by its alteration.
What we are, and what we have been, should exist in the same place. Time has containment just as it contains our physical world. There is a dimension outside of time which has a perspective of time such that it is seen as a solid from there, just as we see our 3D material as a solid in this dimension. From the outside, time can be seen as a solid while it is being experienced in planar progression as our physical world inside of it does. Time does not have physical properties that we can sense, but it has a physical presence as the resistance/reaction to perspective.
Sometimes, I wonder if it is of any value to contemplate an understanding of our world which renders our physical realm trivial or irrelevant. If we are to survive and continue this experience, one thing is known; the physical needs and indifference of this body trumps all imagination of another force governing it. Physical survival will be just as paramount after any self discovery, as it was before it. When I am finished with this thought, I will need to feed the body, but indeed the thought should continue.
But why contemplate such things? For what does it gain me? In no way can it change the world or my surroundings. The only thing it can do is change the way I think of them. And indeed, I do think of them. This is what sets us apart from what is around us. To ponder, to self discover and contemplate a purpose for our existence can only be interpreted as a higher level of awareness seeking a higher level of understanding. This is what separates us from the animals we share this planet with. This is what it means to be human sharing this planet with plants and animals. Clearly, our survival needs are the same as all other life here, but why are we so different, why do we analyze the past, present and future so much?
In order to gain perspective, the objective is to see my surroundings in its most basic and fundamental form. To find the root of all this, to target the first separation of the singularity is to find a beginning. The first separation would be self awareness because I can gather all that is around me and classify it as one ‘something’ that is the world I exist it. When I reach the very root of what I can confirm, I can only conclude there are just me and this something. If the first division results in one becoming two, then the first division must have created awareness and the something we can see.
We can divide and classify the properties of this something, measure how it reacts when it changes states and evaluate its interaction with time, but in the end; it is all just something to me. This is all I know. There is me, and there is something here with me, or more accurately; I am inside this something. It is just me inside of this something; this something is the physical world that contains me. It gives my thoughts a place to exist and a body to occupy.
What can this point of perspective know about this something? It can only know what it is capable of relating, or interpreting as information. If it cannot relate, it cannot be known. In other words, I cannot explain the difference between red and blue if I am living in a black and white world. I can relate different shades of black and white and show you the vastest array of grey, but I cannot relate to blue and therefore cannot see or contemplate blue’s contrast to red. It is what this perspective can convert to information that controls how well we understand the realm we exist in. It is our gateway, and our gate.