Space Travel Via Bio-Virtual Reality – Meditations on the Why of Multiverses

If you’re any kind of a science reader you’re already familiar with the quantum theory that each time we make a decision a new universe branches off where both choices exist. This means there are an infinite number of universes; one where Rome never fell and one where you decided to be a concert pianist, another where you are a bookkeeper and so infinitely on.

Which us brings to my 3AM meditations tonight about my new theory of THE WHY  OF MULTIVERSES. Meditations that rang true enough to stir me from bed to jot down a few thoughts that are the culmination of a lifetime of science fiction and science fact reading.

Meditation are showing me repeatedly that through the vastness of time and space, hidden within dark matter, there exists an underlying living universal code. This living source code, which I see and draw as best I can at times, is far more advanced than any code we create for our virtual reality gaming. It acts as space faring cosmic seed to foster sentient life on distant worlds across the universe.

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Distant, highly advanced from galaxies far older than our own use this code seed as a way to travel and experience to other worlds via bio-virtual reality. All living matter that evolve from the seed of consciousness contain DNA receptors that allow distant ET travelers to tune in on and enjoy.

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From my new film THE FLANAGAN EXPERIMENTS

Once life on a world reaches a certain level the new organic life serve as bio-virtually reality hosts, the ET traveler’s tune into to explore the multiverse universe.

Before you freak out the original universe is sacredly private and our own.  But the multiverse has been created and is where these god-like beings are allowed to live lives any life the seed generated.  The short life spans of all creatures on our world enable faster soul evolution, the ultimate purpose of this highly advanced form of bio-virtual reality. Multiverse visits as mortal can vary in length from seconds to millenniums and be experienced as individuals or as the glow of life force of an entire world.

Worlds that generate bio-virtual reality, and there are many besides earth that reside in the Goldilocks zones of countless stars. In past blogs I’ve described this as THE LEAGUE OF GHOST WORLDS as they are copies of the original worlds expressing themselves as a network of bio-virtual realities.

Multiverse visits are “paid” for by a universal karma system. Ever wonder why some people are so lucky in life to be born a royal, super scientist or movie star? Simple. That’s the A ticket to Earth’s bio VR multiverses. The stars literally align to experience magical living once an advance being has accumulated enough karma points.

Far out and all unprovable.  Well, in any case all this is multiverse noodling is good fodder for my screenplay I am working on called MEANWHILE, ONE TIMELINE AWAY that I am developing in plain sight on Facebook. Follow me there and drop by our website CoolestTechEver.com where we are presenting some the most exciting technology for aiding human ascension on the planet.

 

 

THE MEANEST THING ANYONE EVER SAID TO A KID

By Ken Sheetz

FirefoxScreenSnapz028It is 1960, Bay View Wisconsin. Our fuzzy miniature grey Poodle named Lacy, licks 8-year-old me, giving me love like a crazy. Lacy already has some tumors.  She dies sadly, years later, taking on the cancer of our family. A poodle Jesus. But for now I am basking in her very lively lick kisses. I can’t contain my little boy giggles and shout, “Lacy loves me!”

A dear relative, who will remain anonymous, one that never likes seeing me happy, like happiness is something to fear, says clucking their tongue disapprovingly, “Ken, Ken, Ken. You think that dog licking is love?”

“Um, yeah,” I say already dreading the meanness that I know is coming.

My dear relative grins, like they are addressing the village idiot, and looms near my little face, their breath wreaking of cigarette smoke, and says dryly, “Wrong, Kenny boy. Dogs just lick people for the salt on their skin.”

“Feels like love to me!” I say, tears welling. Lacy feels the tension growing in me and tries to lick away my pain.

My dear relative smells my pain and laughs crazily as they deliver their words like a death blow, “Love? From a poodle? Ha! Animals don’t have souls, so they don’t love, except salt. Dogs love salt! Ha ha ha!”

Eight-year-old me has no words. The dear relative sickly relishes the shock on my little boy face. I begin to shake with sorrow and rage at what’s been stolen from me, the love of every animal on planet earth. A word knife is lodged deep in my heart. I shove Lacy off my lap and run bawling to my room to the taunting laughter of the dear relative.

Well, it’s 2014 now. I am a lot wiser. I call bullshit, dear relative. I feel sorry you could not feel love and found it needed to shut my heart like yours. For decades you succeeded. Today I am grown now, awakened and grown wise in the power of love.

POODLE POWER!

So in today’s meditation I send you, dear relative, loving Lacy doggie licks. Lick, lick, lick. Back across time and space, straight to your frozen heart. I see the licking love of our tormented brave family dog Lacy upon your heart. She is a brave furry little hero who your inner guardians are helpless against as she scoots between their legs, effortlessly dodging swords.

You are stunned, dear relative. Penetrated to your frozen core as Lacy runs about your ice caked heart. The poodle darts so fast her grey fur ignites with the flame of love. Barking and licking, she flies so fast she is a streak of fiery love. Crack! The ice about your heart is helpless as the polar ice caps today’s neglect of humanity is wreaking our world. Your heart thaws rapidly. Spring dawns in your wintery soul.

Your hateful side is stranded on a iceberg in an azure ocean. You are a red polar bear trapped by Lacy’s love. The iceberg becomes too small and you fall, roaring the last of your hatred as a new inner ocean of Lacy’s bliss and love drowns the last of your bitterness.

Tugged to safely to shore by the impossibly strong tiny soggy poodle, dear relative, you stagger to your feet on the beach of love, new color in your face. Lacy, job happily done, barks good-bye and zooms back into to her tortured 1960 body and returns to licking the eight-year-old me and you say in wonder…

“I am so sorry, Kenneth. Forgive me. Yes, doggies love salt on our skin, but I see now – oh how I see – that’s their reward for giving love so freely and selflessly!”

You run to join us on the couch, kissing me with love as Lacy licks us both.

THE END

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