Am I merely a three-dimensional being?

[Geoff-Allen]

This is an edited version of an epic poem I wrote many years ago and just re-discovered it recently.

Am I merely a three-dimensional being?

In this poem I plan to explore
Just what on earth I am here for
Don't be confused if I use some big words
My mind loves to fly along with the birds

I live in twelve separate realities at once
This sometimes makes me seem like a dunce
My picture of reality evolves from one moment to the next
This can leave those around me bemused and perplexed

Thoughts float silently through my consciousness
Like butterflies on a warm summer breeze
I have never visited the famous Loch Ness
I'm too busy counting all of my fleas

I create each of the circumstances which I am experiencing
This may sound strange but you all do the very same thing
I praise the ghosts of all my former and future selves
I find enchantment behind the boxes on the shelves

I hear all the insects as they conspire against me
As they have done for countless centuries
My thoughts have been embezzled by subatomic aliens
When they speak they sound just like Australians

People put rocks in my head
To watch them rattle
I walk down the road
To talk with the cattle

I am structured as if by chaos and pure chance
Inside my brain the electrons dance in their trance
My thoughts evolve in non-linear fashion
Living in wonder is my singular passion

I cling to no particular view or perspective
I would rather spend time being reflective
Or a remote controlled robot detective
Very few of my brain cells seem defective

My mind is a swirling, random chaotic mess
Strangely this rarely causes me undue stress
I sold my soul to the angels above
They help it to soar inside a white dove

I believe that the glorious nightmares of existence
Are best experienced with minimal resistance
In the darkness I hear voices
The distant echoes of long-forgotten choices

My life is a self-replicating event
Growing smoothly from unstructured cosmic intent
I sit and wait patiently for a moment of inspiration
Trusting each thought to find its own destination

I found God through psychosis
This may sound strange but if you focus
There are infinitely many paths to the divine
Yours may be somewhat different from mine

Each day is a magical mystery tour
A smile from a stranger is often the cure
With the passage of time my opinions become fewer
Most of the ordinary diversions have lost their lure

At this point in history confusion and debate seem to rule
To suggest all these things I may be a fool
That's okay. No, really, that's cool
Just wait till the film gets to the next spool

I stroll around in my long fluffy socks
Keeping all my memories in a little yellow box
Sleeping with my pockets full of tiny rocks
I'm starting to enjoy living inside this paradox

An onion or two can spice up a dish
I'll show you how if that's what you wish
I go to the pond to watch all the fish
One day we will all live in complete blish

That's about it for this odd little poem
I hope you will allow your spirit to roam
I am just sitting at the desk in my home
There is nothing in my head except the foam

 

[wellwisher]

We are actually 4-D beings, since we exist in time, as well as in 3-D space. Part of what makes us conscious, is our brain can time project to the future; extrapolate current circumstances to the future. It then plays back this extrapolation to the future, so we can makes changes in the present, so we are better able to meet the needs of that future.

An analogy is planning a vacation. We look into the future and see ourselves sitting in the sun, on that island vacation. The die is cast. We then play pack our vision, starting it in the present, making changes, such as saving, so we can satisfy our vision. As the money builds, we time project again and visualize the flight, the activities and hotels. We play this back and start to formalize our plans as the present approaches the future.

Once the the present intersect the projected future; we are on vacation, unique circumstances can often appear ,that were not part of the plan. We may meet a romantic partner, who then causes another time projection to the future. But at times, we can get stuck in time, between two futures; wishful and practical.