Dimensions

When we think of dimensions, we think of other worlds in fantasy novels or movies. We don't think of the parts of our brains that hold memories, past, present and what will pertain to the future. We do not realize that our brain is more mysterious than meets the eye.

As we age, our brain continues to develop. For those who have had traumas in their life, no matter what that trauma was, our brain finds ways to defend us. Repressing these unwanted memories. No matter what age that trauma happened, that memory is still there. It is an odd phenomenon when someone is older, that a memory from early childhood can pop up.

Anything can trigger this. Recently, I have had lots of loss happen in my family before this last Christmas. I lost my nana, and my dad, then my aunt all at one. On a happy note, I reconnected with a sibling whom I love dearly. She has done her own digging and helped me reconnect some dots in my own mind.

I do not come from the traditional family, and I am okay with that. Took me a long time to come to terms with it. With therapy and lots of help, I have accepted it. My sibling and I have connected off and on over the years and we bump heads at times. We are so alike in so many ways, in my opinion it's like we are twins from different time periods.

That being said, the words of wisdom and the way she has helped me understand my own visions, dreams and flashbacks helped connect time that I could not understand. When people told me I was crazy, I really wasn't, these things really happened.

I have been in therapy for a long time, and I am doing trauma therapy and working back unlocking memories and doors. Slowly, but unlocking them. The deeper we get, the more I remember. However, the therapy is not what is making me remember because I already remembered it. Therapy is what is getting me to talk about it.

I have died once, and I am not talking about a few seconds or a minute. I am talking about long enough that I was placed in the morgue. Longe enough that an autopsy was going to be done. I came back just as the mortician was barely making the first initial cut. I saw his face through the coverings of the shield. For a dark-skinned male with dark eyes, he turned whiter than a ghost orb caught on camera.

I still have a scar from it, its fainter now, but still visible. After that, I slipped into a coma. Before I died, I remember school had just begun, not quite a full month yet, and by the time I got out, it was the middle of summer. During the coma, I was in nothing. But during death, I remember every detail, the last breath I took, leaving my body, where I went, what I saw, and even being guided back to my body.

I can't tell you the details of it, but I can assure you, Heaven and Hell, Spirit world, they are real. For those wandering If animals have a spirit, yes, they do. Everything living does. Most people may think me crazy, or think I'm talking gibberish, or maybe that I'm making a story in the third person on person for effect. Each person has their own opinions, and I respect that, it is your opinion.

But think of your mind as a dimension trying to make sense of everything you are reading, creating this memory, and storing it in some part of your brain. As we walk through life, we walk through doors, and each door leads us somewhere. That is just like the thoughts in our brain, or our experiences in life.

If we dream a dream that seems unreal, and yet, familiar like Deja vu, it may be because it is a memory that was stored away. If we are doing something we think we have never done before, and yet, Deja vu, then it triggered a memory. Dimensions is not a foreign fantasy of other worlds that we read about; they are within ourselves.