August 6, 2015, Prescott- In the course of seeking permission from Four Worlds International Institute, to a) become a member and b) offer comment on its 16 Principles, I came upon a blog offering some discussion of a reported international effort to fend off an electromagnetic force, which some believe is approaching Earth. Those who believe in the possible event point to various happenings, over the past several years, from the Indian Ocean tsunami of 2004, to the Japanese earthquake of 2011, to the increase in seemingly random acts of inane behaviour, such as movie theater shootings, or deliberately driving the wrong way, on a superhighway, then loudly shouting that this is a constitutional right.
There are many ways to deal with the outlandish. One way is summon fear and devise various means of fending off catastrophe. Supposedly, this is the intention behind the Cern Supercollider, housed somewhere in the Alps. It also explains the various Doomsday cults and sects that make themselves known, from time to time.
There is also a “business-as-usual” approach, of denial. Those who adhere to this point to the historical ability of human beings to rise from wreckage, and to restore what is, essentially, a society built on commerce, relationships and routine. Catastrophic weather or geological events are followed by recovery and rebuilding, with varying degrees of success. After all, no one has rebuilt Pompeii, as it was, nor, definitively, found Noah’s Ark, nor has the country of Haiti fully recovered from its earthquake of 2010.
Others, including myself, take more of a zen approach to the whole affair. Suppose there is an electromagnetic force, and it hits Earth in, say, 2020. I have no idea where I would be then, no notion of who among my widening circle of family and friends will be with me at that point, and no idea how the various geophysical consequences of such a magnificent and terrifying envelopment of our planet would be. I know that I have survived several challenging events, some tragic, up to now. I know that my business is not anywhere near “as usual” as it was in 1994, or even in 2002. I know that some quite astonishing things have happened to, and around, me- so that taking a mundane approach to life does not work, for me. Nor, however, does an apocalyptic mindset. Both presume that change is something to be dreaded.
All the Divine Messengers, and a good many humanistic philosophers, point to both the eternal nature of the Universe, and to the existence of several dimensions. We tend to think of four such measures: Length, width, height and time. These, we can experience on a daily basis. I know something of the fifth dimension, which is most commonly experienced through mental communication with others, “body language”, and even communication with departed souls- though the last one is something I choose to approach with caution. I have felt Penny’s presence, many times, since her passing. Others, including my father, her father, my grandparents and my late youngest brother, have also communicated with me, on several occasions. They know what I am experiencing, and have helped, when needed. I, however, cannot know what they are experiencing, anymore than a fetus can know what a person outside his/her mother’s womb is enduring.
There are other dimensions, which some call parallel worlds, past lives, future choice paths and even “Other Universes.” Such speculation, I chalk up more to the finite minds of those using such terms. I believe that, in restricting the number of possible dimensions to ten, we are simply reflecting the limits of our intellect- as it is now. Those of our descendants who look back on all this, a millennium or two from now, may well chuckle at String Theory, as we now view it,having built on it and transcended the false parts, much as we look back on the theories of the Classical Greeks, or Sir Isaac Newton.
I only know that I have today with which to work, to appreciate and enjoy and from which to learn. Planning for tomorrow, next week, Christmas-time, and the year 2020 will help make those times fruitful; yet, whatever transpires, I adjust and move on.