The Fifth Dimension

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But then,"they" have never experienced the fifth dimension.

What the greatest minds of the modern age and all the way back through antiquity conceived of and hoped for, the apex of all existence and the key to all knowledge and experience, was right at our fingertips, just waiting to be seized upon, or so they thought. They were horribly, terribly wrong.

Looking back, it seems so obvious that diving headlong into a completely new existence would end in ruin. How could beings of such finite minds and existence such as ours possibly fathom what lay beyond the barrier, which we so flagrantly ripped open? The preparations took years, the foundations took decades. Every imaginable precaution was taken, but then the fifth dimension is a place unimaginable. We had no way of knowing what lay within, waiting to burst forth once the barrier was fractured. All our hopes and dreams lay within, a new dawn for the age of man. We lifted the veil, and what we beheld was ourselves, looking back, completely raw in form and void of limitation.

What really lay beyond was a cosmic mirror, a place where all thought is reality. Out of which all whims, passions, fleeting feelings, creativity, and desires spring forth and take physical form. We were not prepared for it. We had no way of ever being prepared for it, but once the barrier was torn open, there was no going back.

The moment happened when our own creations made possible to us the reality of opening the fifth dimension for human exploration. The pinnacle of all our scientific achievements, the mastery of superposition, interference, and entanglement allowed us to build machines with infinite computing and information storing power. We had the means to catalogue and access all existence in the known universe at our fingertips, and the development of the perfect intelligent system to oversee and execute all of this gathering and seeking of knowledge on our behalf put that infinite catalogue to use. We mastered the science of processing, storing, and accessing the knowledge with our technology, allowing us informational access to the fourth dimension, time. It was no longer a factor in our knowledge gathering. All that remained was to be able to physically get to that knowledge, and then nothing would escape the grasp of human understanding.

Access to the fifth dimension was supposed to do that. Allow man to span the gap between all space in an instant. Our previous experience with the fourth dimension would allow us to pick any point in time we wanted to access, into the infinite past and future. The theorists claimed that mastering the fourth dimension would grant us limitless access to the fifth. In reality, the fifth dimension was granted unlimited access to us.

The exact method by which man accessed the fifth dimension can only be guessed at this point. In that instant, an outpouring of cosmic immaterial concept intersected the minds of mankind and became material. To explain it is impossible, but the most accurate understandable representation might be what the mystics refer to as the astral plane. An immaterial plane of pure thought and spiritual existence. This plane was not to be anything that anyone could have predicted or expected though.

It is comparable in the slightest sense to the state of dreaming, in which often seemingly random events and surroundings will materialize, and the dreamer plays central part in the events. Sometimes the dreamer will be witnessing events in which they have no direct role, merely acting as an observer. Many times the dreamer will have knowledge of things they couldn’t otherwise discern or know from what they are observing or experiencing in the dream. And every so often, with few people, the dreamer can directly will the events and surroundings of dreams to take a course they want the dreams to. But no matter how hard they try to remember when in the waking world, the details are often lost, and so is the temporary knowledge.

But that’s just it, the state of dreaming happens to people. People don’t happen to it…until now. What we took for granted in the pre-modern age, the ancient mystics somehow understood, at least in part. Dreams were a gateway to a world unseen, and unattached to the flow of time. A place unreachable by any other means, up until this point. Visions of past events and future possibilities converged in the unconscious mind of man, much of it lost to the ages, and the rest misunderstood and misdiagnosed. But now all lay bare…the once untouchable reality is now the sole reality, and one that no one was prepared for.

In the void which is the fifth dimension, all things exist by mere thought. In fact, it can’t even be viewed as a void, as there is no vast empty space comprising it such as the first three dimensions we exist in comprised of incredibly sparsely filled in expanses of space. No, rather it is an unbounded place where every thought springs forth new reality into the other four dimensions.

When the fifth dimension was first accessed, most of mankind faced pure confusion. New realities rapidly springing into existence from the foremost thoughts of every human, shifting existence faster than anyone could comprehend. From the young minds, simple wonders of joy and pure curiosity taking shape and becoming physical reality, a brief period of happiness and exuberance from the pleasant creations of unformed minds. From the older ones, wishes and desires appearing in full form before each person, rigid psyches unable to process the sudden changes before them. In most instances, the confusion turned to anxiety and revulsion, spawning pure horrors as the worst fears of the minds of men took on corporeal form and tormented people by the millions.

A wretched cacophony of thought permeated existence as horrors engulfed mankind. See, when fear begins to take hold, for most people it lingers, and if left unchecked, one fear generates another and another, until all thought that is left is constant fear sweeping over the masses, roiling into ever larger and more unbearable forms. Insanity ran rampant, old minds not coping with the new reality they created, the horrors overtaking all the innocent minds and replacing joy with terror. Few individuals were capable of insulating themselves from the horrendous reality now engulfing the universe.

But here I am, one of the few, in a pocket somewhere in the astral plane of the fifth dimension, cut off from the chaos which is the outside world. How did this come to be? Perhaps it is the frequency and ease with which I took command of my dreams throughout my life, the force of will which kept my thoughts my own, not giving into the panic which could so easily have consumed me in every situation that had surrounded me in life, which has now protected me from a universe full of chaos and torment. As the realities of billions of minds, past, present, and future, none of which has any effect or meaning here, roil around me like a cosmic storm, morphing into ever more chaotic and destructive forms, I am in a place of sanctuary. An eye in the middle of the storm, so to speak. Yet even I know that this calm can’t last forever. The storm will resume eventually.

What is to be done about it all? Is there anything that can be done? In an existence where force of will alone can become reality, of course something can be done.

But what? How can things be set right? Is the universe even salvageable? Can it be reformed into a place worth living in, when so many terrible things have transpired and corrupted so much of what was good, and changed so many people? Yes, something can be done, and something must be done. Mankind is out there in the chaos, waiting to be saved, to be restored.

In the vacuum of space which surrounds this place I’m in, the screams of countless people, however distant and distorted, can still be heard. Some people are begging to be saved, some are screaming out to be saved, yet there are also those who embrace the chaos that access to fifth dimension allows. They welcome the insanity that their whims and desires create, and inflict that insanity upon the rest of mankind with impunity, unchecked by those who lack the power and focus to stop them. Yet something is different with me. I am untouched by the maelstrom of torment outside, so long as I don’t dwell on it and give it my sole focus. Constant exposure to it, yet focusing on things that are good, things which I know could and should be, is what is keeps me going. I know that is how redemption has to come about.

Why should I care about mankind in their torment? I am in a place untouchable by it all. I could exist here just fine as long as I want, an untraversable void from there to here preventing any unwanted existence from forming around me. But would it be worth it to exist here for eternity alone? The answer is simply no. I know that to be alone is no kind of life at all, even an eternity of everything else I could imagine and desire. To have others to share existence with is better, even if that existence is wrought with hardships and periods of suffering. It is worth all the pure and good times experienced with others.

It's decided, I must intervene. I must do whatever is necessary to bring man back from the oblivion they are headed toward. But then, who will come back from it? There are those among men who are perfectly happy to revel in the chaos, turning their focus inward, creating a world of their own desires, despite how much it torments those around them. Is there any way I could bring them out of it without them corrupting the next place they enter with their unbridled inclinations of narcissism? No…they will have to chose to come out of it themselves. I can only reach out and try to convince them of the folly of their ways. They cannot be forced to change, this much is certain. To try to force them, even if I could, would accomplish nothing at all. For in the fifth dimension, it is what is truly at the heart of men which shapes existence. A façade won’t work. It is the nature of the fifth dimension that each person will shape reality after who they truly are.

But then, there are some who certainly would reject their current state of being, the despair they are stuck in, if they could. Fear has them trapped, they see no way out. They would escape if they could, but they know not how. Some go further, having an idea of how to be freed of their mind prisons and trying to escape, yet slipping back as they see continual horrors around them which affect them to their core. They become corrupted in simply trying to survive their situation. They need help, and with it, they stand a chance of being redeemed. Of coming out of the pit they’re stuck in and so desperate to climb out of. I know these people can be helped. They know they can’t do it alone, and will accept a helping hand.

Will it be fair though to help only some and leave others condemned to their fate? If I can’t save everyone, should I save anyone? I so greatly wish I could bring everyone to a place where they would be in pure sanity and understanding for one another, an existence of total tranquility and peace. Yet, I know this isn’t possible. The heart’s desire of each individual will shape their existence. Everyone will go their own way. Each person will get what they truly desire in the end. There is no stopping it, and I would not seek to if I had the power to do so. For if I had the power to set the will and mind of each man to perfectly match my own, what would I be doing except making copies of myself? Then there would cease to be any individuals with whom to exist. I and the others would be mirror images, and no true relationship could exist. I would be back in my current state of existing alone, untouchable, yet definitively unable to touch, to interact with, to move another. It is decided, I will reach out to everyone who is willing to accept it, and leave those who aren’t to their own devices, as they wish it to be. It is only fair to do that much, even though the final fate for these people will be different. But it is their choice in the end.

Then how will I go about reaching people? Bringing them from chaos and uncertainty to this place of calm and serenity in which I exist? They must desire it as well, and beyond that, they must accept and embrace it, or this reality will crumble just as each one of theirs has. The world has crumbled so quickly since every whim of man has been permitted to exist. I know that if I can reach out to one person at a time, help one individually to get to a place of peace, their reality can stabilize. Even though their existence will still have turbulence and periods of testing as reality swirls around them, helping them ground their mind in what is good and true will allow them to endure and thrive in the end. And then, if I can help one person get to that place, they can in turn help another person. A cycle will begin. Time is no issue. The only factor there is getting it done one person at a time.

How can this happen? How will this come about when there is such great uncertainty, discord, and fear amidst the cosmos? How can I possibly reach out in a real and effective way to those seeking peace in this cosmic storm? I know of only one way, just one way to reach the heart and minds of men which can truly change them and the world.

Love.

As cliché as it sounds, love is truly the only mode by which the hearts and minds of men will be changed. All other method of change; dominance, manipulation, fear, it is all fleeting. It brings forth temporary behaviors, motivated by self preservation, fueling more narcissism. Only by putting others’ well being ahead of one’s own desires, displaying and acting out acts of love which pour forth from one’s deepest will, can the hearts and minds of men be truly changed for the good, and all fears be overcome.

True love casts out all fear. It is the means by which the realities of uncertainty, despair, and fear will be defeated once and for all, how the universe and mankind will be redeemed, restored to a condition which should’ve been since the beginning. What do I mean by love? It is the whole reason for which coming out of my separated place in existence is worthwhile, this place of serenity in which I am untouched by the corruption spanning the cosmos. An existence of total empathy, understanding, selfless care and concern for the well-being of mankind, this is the love which will change the universe going forward for all time, and beyond time.

There will still be those who reject it. What is to be done with them? Some will still revel in their own pride, seeking ever more power for themselves, seeking to shape more of the cosmos to their own desires, even at the destruction of their fellow man. They will no doubt seek to completely reject and even try to destroy me in the process, should I go through with my plan. They want nothing to do with existing in a world where all can live in harmony and love. They will only seek to establish a reality where they themselves are at the center of the universe, where anyone who does not bow to their wishes are either forced by fear and power to fulfill their whims, or are utterly destroyed. There will undoubtably come a point where those with such narcissistic, self-elevating desires will need to be dealt with, but how?

Will it be justifiable for me to will them out of existence, just as they would do to me and others who stand in their way if they could? Would I be any better than them if I did such a thing? Perhaps if they were beings I created I would answer “Yes. I formed them from my mere will, and they are mine to do with as I please. I welcome them with love and peace if they desire it, and I reject them according to their will if they desire it.” The realities they form around themselves in the fifth dimension will mirror their innermost desires, and so it will be absolutely clear what they will to happen when presented with an outstretched hand of pure love, a chance at redemption. They will believe their way is right and just, despite the damage it so clearly causes, and the chaos it whips up around them, the lives dissolved from contact with their desires.

So, the ones who reject that outstretched hand, what is to be done with them? If they continue to shape reality in unfathomable and distorted ways which only serves to hurt everyone it touches, should they be given a chance to stop and turn from their ways? How long should their will be permitted to damage others before their schemes are forcibly ceased? It would not be fair to let them continue exercising their will when it is so destructive to so many others, especially when it serves to continually corrupt mankind and cause others to reject the mission of restoring the cosmos to a place of serenity. They will have to be dealt with according to the desire of their will at some point.

To destroy them outright is simply to deny them their existence and their will, and this cannot happen. I would be no better than them who destroy all of reality with their desires if I were to do that, even to save the rest. It is apparent that those who reject love must be separated from those who embrace it, in order to restore those who reach out, who scream out into the vacuum of space, to be restored. As I am in this place of separation from the current chaos which is the cosmos, so too must there be another place sectioned off in which all who wish to create their own worlds around themselves can be free to do so. And those who are willing to accept my plan and live in this world of relationship and serenity must be brought here to do so. BUT…they truly must accept this plan in their heart of hearts, or their own true desire to the contrary will continue to take shape and dismantle every good thing in this reality that the rest of us are striving to build. It is fair then, that the venal should find themselves in a place where they can let their every egoistic desire, tormented thought, and ruinous impulse take full form amongst themselves, and the dreams of those rescued come to fruition in a separate reality among all of them.

But how can true love be displayed, a pure sympathy and care shown to others from a distance? It is impossible. I must go where they are and be with them in their struggle to help pull them out of it and into the place of serenity. I must leave this place of perfect peace and solace, where my will forms all aspects of reality, and plunge headlong into the roiling chaos beyond. I already know it will cause extreme discomfort nearing insanity to do such a thing, though I can prevail if I don’t forget who I am and give in to the chaos. Beyond that, I can already tell there will be those so opposed to my purpose for coming, that many will try to kill me in the chaotic reality I will pass into. In fact, I expect some of them will succeed. But in the fifth dimension, death is an illusion. Not a thing or person which is willed into existence will cease to be. The only death which will exist is the eternal reality created by those corrupted, who vehemently reject love and peace, and who inhabit the domain they’ve helped create.

They will think they’ve won, that I am no more, that they can pursue building their twisted version of reality unopposed, and crush down any hope of the others for whom I’m coming to pull out of that maelstrom. Or better yet for them, they will think they can corrupt me. That they can get me to join them.

They are wrong. I will overcome all of them, and every single one of billions who have endured the reality of the fifth dimension, past, present, and future, will be pulled out of their misery, and experience life as it was really meant to be; full, pure, complete. Never ending, in unity with all others. No more tears, no traces of illness and war which have plagued humanity for eons. In this place where thought is reality and will shapes the universe, all will be as it should be. Those who reject it will be rewarded with what they’ve desired as well, in a reality which cannot touch this place of serenity.

The screams in the vacuum increase. With all time, space, and existence before me, I now go to leave my sanctuary and set the plan in motion. This is where the story begins.