Dimensions. The Parallel Reality of the Self.
Somehow the conversation over lunch came around to lines. She is an artist, fond of drawing, whether in ink, charcoal or pencil. Relating to me how important line is to her, she expressed the understanding that everything is made from lines. I’m, among other things, deeply attracted to spiritual science (although some might feel that is an oxymoron).
Years ago, in the aftermath of a movie called “What the Bleep do We Know”, the idea of dimensionality fascinated me. A cute little cartoon at the end of the film played with the concept from a theory called Flatland, written by the English schoolmaster Edwin Abbott Abbott. First published in 1884 by Seeley & Co. it was based on the idea of what a three-dimensional being would look like to a two-dimensional one. Worth watching the cartoon, if you have a mind to. It’s available on Google Search. Anyway, about a decade ago I did my own thinking about the spiritual implications of a fourth-dimensional being in communication with a fifth-dimension one. The wisdom that being would have access to from its perspective of our four-dimensional world would be amazing. The conclusion that I came to was that that Higher Being could well represent our own Higher Self. If you would like to read it, you can access it on my website at https://www.spiritflightnz.com/articles-by-sparrowhawk-jay-ray/evolution-and-the-forth-dimension
The conversation that began in that café the other day took me back into musings on sacred geometry and the definitions of each aspect. As I understood it, the first dimension is the dot. Everything starts at that dot. No height, no depth, no breadth. Next is the line that has length but nothing else, but can shape itself into the triangle, square and rectangle. That’s the 2nd. Then finally we have our own treasured dimension that has length, depth and breadth: the 3rd. We are third-dimensional beings. So far so good and I felt that my geometry teacher back in the dark ages would have been proud of me.
At this point I do need to update you. Originally, I had a great deal of difficulty with the concept that Time was the fourth-dimension. Because the other three are geometric, I couldn’t see how Time could be place alongside them. Since then, I have realised that they don’t exist without time. Einstein showed us how we all live in a space/time continuum, one relying on the other. I once made the statement that “Time is the space we take up in the NOW” I could easily have said that Space is the time life happens in. Anyway, I now see that it is indeed a dimension, making the next one the 5th where the fun begins. Of course, we all new that in the 60’s.
However, my beloved artist was looking puzzled as I cheerfully expounded all this. As she pointed out, under magnification our dot does have a perimeter, and maybe even depth. Of course, there was no such thing as the Quantum world to the fathers of geometric thinking back in ancient Greece. But we know differently now. There is now a conceptual spanner in my works. Does this mean that all three dimensions exist in our one-dimensional dot? Thus, the dot is multidimensional after all. This being the case we can safely extrapolate that all dimensions live in all dimensions, all the time. There is no ‘out there.’ It’s all ‘in here’. Well, we knew that didn’t we? All it takes is the magnifying glass, and trust.
We are pixelated beings made up of minute cells, all in their own worlds, which we know as our liver and kidneys, brain and heart. They are all beavering away being them, making this being that we are. But do they know that? Or is it just their daily life. I suspect that’s the case. Deep inside know this. So, it follows (that’s theorem talk), that we are also pixelations of the bigger being that holds our reality within. Dimensions, within dimensions, within dimensions. That’s where the trust comes in. No doubt the cells of my brain are having to trust that there is a bigger being that they are all part of and that what they are doing matters over and above their daily life. So too must I trust that there is also another octave of Jay Ray, to whom the writing of this article is vitally important, though I will never know for sure. Interesting? I thought so.
So, the life of a dot is still possibly a physical dimension we just can’t see, but I will have to trust that, like everything else in the world.