The Deep End.

The one you are looking for is you. – OSHO

I have these reoccurring dreams where I am in the future trying to operate archaic technology, like cell phones, tablets, computers, etc … I used to wake up knowing these dreams were significant, not only because of my desperate attempts to reach someone (not because I needed to escape but because I needed to explain the situation at hand), but also because of the context within the dream.

The only difference now is that I seemed to have gotten the hang of using it to communicate. It took about 5 years for this to become a reality in my dreams. The process is slow, but I am learning how to reach back in time. It isn’t about some hopped-up trippy affair with psychedelics (or any other mind-altering substance for that matter), psychosis or an unbearable desire to be somewhere else. 

It is about instinct. It is about a gut feeling. It is about a ‘knowing’ we exist somewhere else in time RIGHT NOW.

Now, hear me out, because this is going to get deep really fast and I am not going to draw it out with long explanations or history into how it came to be that I believed this, not right now.

I believe our Twin Flames are our Higher Selves. And our Higher Selves are literally the other ‘whole’ of us (let’s get passed the ‘half’ crap and ‘you complete me’ nonsense and don’t even confuse this with ‘romance’). You are whole as one.

That being said, if you do truly believe in Twin Flames, or a Higher Self, that essence, or rather, “ENERGY” of ‘you’ MUST be somewhere, existing, at the same exact time, as you, right now in this moment, correct?

Science has proven that one object can exist in two locations at once. Across time. Across space.

There’s the fact that two separated particles can interact instantaneously, a phenomenon called quantum entanglement. … And there’s another phenomenon called quantum superposition. This principle of quantum mechanics suggests that particles can exist in two separate locations at once.

Every single thing is energy at the core. Energy can go anywhere it pleases, at anytime. You, therefore, could potentially be or have been everywhere, with a lot of quirky transitions in between here to there. (So to say you are omnipresent isn’t that far fetched, but I am not even going there right now).

It’s pretty exciting when you kind of break it down like that and bring it so close to home. Limitless doors open and possibilities are endless once this fact is grasped. Such phenomena as lucid dreaming and astral travel don’t seem so unattainable anymore, nor do they seem as hokey.

Even now, Science is trying to prove that dreams are, in fact, an alternate reality due to the fact that we spend almost 20 years sleeping and dreaming. Which brings me back to the Twin Flame/Higher Self theory, trying to reach out, communicate and guide from beyond.

But first MWI (Many Worlds Interpretation): According to the Everett version of MWI, every time a quantum experiment with different possible outcomes is performed (this arguably obtains for all phenomena exhibiting chaotic dynamics), all outcomes are obtained, but we see only one outcome; the one measured/observed in this world. The other outcomes actually occur but each in a different world! These other unseen worlds are considered absolutely real. They obey the laws of physics just as our world does. When the experiment is performed and a measurement occurs the current world is split off, or branches off into a new history. The new world is a duplicate of the parent world up to the last atom but it will have a new history slightly different from and counterfactual to the parent world and beginning from the branching event itself. For a branching event to occur there must be suppression of coherence of the superposition of 2 localized waveparticle packets (decoherence) with respect to a quantum system’s evolving interaction with its internal and external environments. Once decoherence occurs a branching event occurs and a new world is born.

There are some reasons to believe that worlds can interact. As has been pointed out by others if a counterpart has a brain identical to mine and identical memories etc then by the law of the identity of indiscernibles the counterpart is me. As the counterpart develops a history that diverges from the parent world anything is possible but at the moment of inception he must be me. If he is me then interaction must be possible as I can infallibly know what the other is thinking (at least at the inception of the branching event) and that is a genuine piece of knowledge about the other world.

Now suppose world boundedness is incorrect or at least can be relaxed as a constraint for both MWI and the possible worlds framework; what follows for the nature and functions of dreaming? First note, that dreaming largely consists of counterfactual simulations of what might have been and what might be for the dreamer. A first default and easy hypothesis would be then that dreaming actually really depicts events occurring in a real alternate world unfolding from the initial branching event. Given that counterfactual simulations are constructions of alternate histories and futures for the dreamer we ask where do these alternate histories occur. The common sense and most reasonable answer is of course that they occur in the mind of the dreamer.

But this is a thought experiment so we can ask: If the many worlds framework is correct and dreaming consists of counterfactual simulations of what might have been and what might be for the dreamer in a world that branches off of the dreamer’s parent world then is it possible that dreams actually depict what is going on in the life of my counterpart in the alternate world he lives in? If that is the case then my dreams are portals into the life of one of these branching worlds predicted by the MWI.

(Dreams and the Many Worlds Interpretation of Quantum Physics

Patrick McNamara Ph.D. Dream Catcher)

I have been having prophetic dreams for as long as I can remember, but that soon was squashed due to disbelief among ‘believers’. The fear of admitting this was so great, I willed the gift away for 4 years … worst years of my life.

*Spoiler Alert – We all have this gift.

To Dream is not “Just to Dream.” Take stock in what you’re being shown. What have you been shown? How does it resonate with you and what things can you learn?

Now that my brain is on fire and I am literally vibrating, I am going to let this sit and settle. I never quite know where my writings will take me but I assure you, this one took me by complete surprise.

Now, if that didn’t jog something, here is an account of an unbelievable dream I had where I first encountered this desperate ‘communication malfunction’ and knew, beyond doubt, it was real.

LEVITATION – Raising a Dream

Elizabeth|Written 2015

(*Pardon the Ego, this was written a while ago)

“The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.


Liz looked down at her phone, desperately trying to figure out how to text, “WAIT FOR ME,” to Chris.

She had been in the interview process from the moment the sun rose ’til it set beyond the streets in some far-off land. She was late picking up Chris to walk back home, but it was necessary to stay put for the hiring managers were going to make their decision at 5pm sharp.

Only two people received the blue passports for entry into the celebrated avant-garde wing and that was her and her mysterious competitor. Out of hundreds and hundreds of applicants, who now waited for their final dismissal or entry-level positions in long laborious lines while grasping the red passports in their hands. It looked like a cattle shoot, while Liz sat at the large round table alone, raised above the rest, awaiting her final verdict.

It seemed like life or death to her at this point and she hadn’t walked in that morning even considering such a prestigious position. What that position was, remained a mystery, even to the deciding higher ups. The only one who knew was the Universe itself and the Scientists who roamed the upper levels in the maze of hallways and corridors.

Again, while waiting excitedly, Liz tried desperately to text her friend to beg him to wait for her for the walk home in the setting sun. She hated anyone to have to find their way home alone, especially if they were unfamiliar with fantasy. Such as it were in dreams. We always seem to be in some place new, yet familiar, yet lost. She was incapable of using everyday, modern technology. Most likely because she was whisked off into another world all together, where things of the past had no use and were difficult and tedious to manipulate.

“Chris, my car isn’t steering right. I think it’s shutting down on us,” she said in a despairing tone as she rounded a culdesac on the way to Chris’ sporting event.

The sun was just rising over the hills and beyond, they could see the arena.

“We may have to walk,” Chris said reluctantly.

“That’s 5 miles in these cold streets and it’s still dim,” she complained. But she knew she had no choice. She had to be somewhere for something, of what she wasn’t quite sure until she arrived.

The two friends walked the quiet streets and fields in this unknown world, hand in hand and step by step. Even though she didn’t know what she was in for, she felt his support as thick as the clay they walked upon that morning. He walked with a sacred gate, almost as if he knew she needed him to slow down and be there for her. Did he already have a premonition of what was about to occur? Such is life in the sands of a dream.


They reached the arena, where Chris had to partake in the game. It was a game not unlike soccer. It was as important to him as this next step in her life was to herself. So, she let him go as she trudged on for miles alone into the future.

She reached a modern looking building under the impression she was up for an interview of sorts. It seemed to be for a creative position, in her seeing eyes. The doors were solid blue glass, reflecting the multi colored prisms of color filtering through in the sun in two distinct directions. It reminded her of high-quality crystal from her world below, cascading rainbows into the atmosphere.

“State your name,” a loud speaker blared and echoed from on high.


“We have been waiting for you dear. Step aside,” she summoned her in through a hologram that suddenly manifested on over the walls and front glass doors. As she approached the enclave, the doors opened inward towards the lobby, with a rush of air that pulled her deeper within.


A matron approached and greeted her, ever so sternly. She wasn’t late. She was right on time. After all it was her dream. Her imagination.

“We have the ladies set up downstairs, if you will follow me. We have projects for you, Elizabeth.”

Panic rose up in her stomach, as the memory of her most recent occupation bombarded her mind. All the false memories of inadequacy filtered through her gut, sending adrenaline coursing throughout her veins. She read the matron and knew right off the bat, that this was serious business and they weren’t messing around. There would be no such thing as singling someone out on their creative abilities…not at this point anyhow. They ultimately were not interested in skill at all, as Liz came to find out later on in the studios. They were interested in her alone. A holy curiosity rose within the entire building, people buzzing about upon her final entrance into the halls.

The ladies who had already been there for their interviews knew of her status, but didn’t let Liz in on that fact. Their ill centered ways and jealousy were palpable and cut into her heart like sharp arrows. “I already don’t fit in,” she mummered to herself.

The woman took her hand and asked her to take a seat on the floor amongst the prying eyes and sickly souls. Spread before each of them were folders and magazines for collage work. They each had 20 minutes to put something together that would leave their peers speechless. Most of the ladies focused on fashion and beauty. Liz decided to focus on her emotions in this time. The competition was cut throat and the sands of time turned on its head and the countdown was on. The matrons watching over each, had other agendas other than to encourage beautiful work. They were trained professionals; psychiatrists, scientists, and psychologists in disguise. Each one looking on to see how the guest of honor handled her stressors.


Panic set in and she got to work, cutting out words in magazines that best described her feelings. She was rushed, and the more she rushed, the harder the cutting went. It was frustrating to say the least.

All the while, each and every single lady there up for the positions, had been given a head start, so Liz was under extra pressure. All in the cards, as the matrons all knew. One by one, each and every lady berated and questions her motives….”What are you cutting that out for, where were you, where did you come from?” This wasn’t the time to be chattering away. Liz worked best in silence and under minimal amounts of stress. Not under a barrage of inane and silly questions, all meant to demonstrably distract her.

“I can’t hear myself think,” she panicked as the clock ticked on, becoming louder and louder as the minutes wore thin.

Suddenly a new over-seer snatched up Liz’s folder full of cut outs, words and pieces; taking it away from her so she couldn’t finish.

Frustrated, angry, and flustered, Liz followed the woman to her Marketing desk. She was causing a commotion amongst the workers and a head matron followed them in. “Why did you take that,” she motioned to get the folder back.

The head matron calmed her down and said, “About how much time did you get to do this project, Elizabeth?”

“We were given 20 minutes each.”

“Well, 20 minutes had been up a long time ago, dear. We have to look at what you have done, finished or not,” fully well knowing what she had already created was far superior to the prying eyes of the souls below.

The Marketing manager looked Liz sternly in the eyes, “We have to look through your work, bit by bit, Elizabeth. Very thoroughly. Very thoroughly and in its entirety. Have a seat, this will take some time.”

Liz thought she was in trouble, but it was very far from the case.

Suddenly Elizabeth felt the light burn into her eyes. She was rising in the atmosphere in a sterile white room, with flat bulbs of prism light burning into her skin. She was levitating above the room and to the complete surprise to all scientists within eyesight.

Upon consciously understanding her heightened state, above the air in the room, Liz opened her eyes only to look back into bright white lights inundating her retinas. As soon as she opened her eyes and felt the warmth from the bulbs, she started to descend toward the floor.

Sprawled out and quartered, Liz looked up into the doctors and the scientists bright white faces only to be told that she was levitating for more than 20 minutes, something none of them have witnessed before.


“This is your profile shot, so to speak, Elizabeth. We are taking you under our wing in this studio to take photos of before and after to place in your portfolio. This is all in preparation.”

Sedated and comfortable, she groggily walked to the mirror. To her surprise, her eyes had been transformed into rainbows of color, not unlike the prisms she had seen outside the building upon her arrival. Her cheeks were flushed and warm to the touch, with small pock marks and red bumps showing up on her skin. She looked refreshed though, almost 10 years younger. The levitation had made her go back in time.


“Don’t worry, those will go away in time,” one Scientist said softly to her. She knew he was of a different world all together. But she felt at ease in his presence.

“What just happened,” Liz gasped? “What am I being tested for?”

“For a very honorable position here, my dear. You have outrun the rest and we will make our final decision this evening.”

They led her through corridors, where more young scientists shouted, hooted and clapped as she was led in the arms of the others. They marched up the steps one by one, glancing sheepishly in her direction, knowing of her now providential status over them.

Confused, Liz took a seat at the round table, where a mess of red passports laid bare for others to gather.

A matron comforted her, and ceremoniously wrapped a string around her neck, tied to it … one of the two blue passports left on the table.

“We will make our decision at 5. There is one other in question.”

Liz pulled out her phone, trying desperately to text Chris again. “Please Wait for me, this is important” she tried typing. But it was of no use. Her technology didn’t work there. And it never would again. She was in a new world, welcomed whole heartedly as the head.

She woke up out of her dream at that point, still feeling the burning sensation from the bulbs on her eyes and the weightlessness of her levitated state. Carrying it through in real life, she will succeed in the next steps in a humble affair. She will take this with her and raise a dream into reality.

She never did get to walk Chris home, but that was of no matter. He was on his path. And she was now on her own.


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