dimension hopping
A few years ago I cultivated the belief that taking psychedelics will awaken the human mind and enable it to traverse the multiverse.
First, let me discuss my conception of the multiverse. Think of the multiverse as an infinite book and our universe is a single page on page 3883. The universe on page 3884 and 3885 are indistinguishable from 3883 except for a very minor and insignificant reason. Let's say a hydrogen electron in the Triangulum galaxy has an electron which is more highly excited at a certain point than the same hydrogen electron in the Triangulum galaxy in our universe. Who knows? Who cares? But the difference is there. Something something Matthew 10:29.
Consider the television show Sliders where some kids and their stuffy professor are slipping through the multiverse. They visit drastically different realities e.g. the neanderthals were ascendant while humanity was extinct, the Golden Gate bridge is blue, various dystopias, etc. Using my particular model of the multiverse, to reach the universe where the Golden Gate Bridge is blue is a billion pages away and even then it's not guaranteed it'll be there. To reach the storied Hitlerverse where the Reich is lasting 10,000 years that's many trillions of pages away. Even then it's not nowhere near the "back of the book". Yet all the universes between those universes will have minor differences between them and could very well be indistinguishable at points from our own.
So there's a moment where I'm tripping balls on the living room couch staring at the ceiling. The ceiling tiles are undulating like I'm underwater and there's a very bright area like the sunshine is impossibly coming through the roof. Good times. I lift up my right arm and wave it whereupon I feel like I made a difference. Various applications of spivak's razor, magical thinking, and awakening the godhead through chemical means I decide that under the influence of magic mushrooms enables me to traverse universes as easily as someone can browse potential partners on Tinder.
While the mushroom trip from 11/1 was (as the white light pagans call it) challenging, I reckon one of the benefits was forcibly shifting through the branes until I reached the Bidenverse where he won. Biden winning the election was a tangent for many universes, including a 2nd term 45-verse. At this crux, one could choose which one and I got lucky landing here. Or was it a wild talent? Or was it part of my "best-of-all-possible-worlds" multiverse theory? As time marches on, the 2nd term 45-verses is moving far, far away from what we consider to be the prime reality to the point of being nigh-impossible to visit.
First, let me discuss my conception of the multiverse. Think of the multiverse as an infinite book and our universe is a single page on page 3883. The universe on page 3884 and 3885 are indistinguishable from 3883 except for a very minor and insignificant reason. Let's say a hydrogen electron in the Triangulum galaxy has an electron which is more highly excited at a certain point than the same hydrogen electron in the Triangulum galaxy in our universe. Who knows? Who cares? But the difference is there. Something something Matthew 10:29.
Consider the television show Sliders where some kids and their stuffy professor are slipping through the multiverse. They visit drastically different realities e.g. the neanderthals were ascendant while humanity was extinct, the Golden Gate bridge is blue, various dystopias, etc. Using my particular model of the multiverse, to reach the universe where the Golden Gate Bridge is blue is a billion pages away and even then it's not guaranteed it'll be there. To reach the storied Hitlerverse where the Reich is lasting 10,000 years that's many trillions of pages away. Even then it's not nowhere near the "back of the book". Yet all the universes between those universes will have minor differences between them and could very well be indistinguishable at points from our own.
So there's a moment where I'm tripping balls on the living room couch staring at the ceiling. The ceiling tiles are undulating like I'm underwater and there's a very bright area like the sunshine is impossibly coming through the roof. Good times. I lift up my right arm and wave it whereupon I feel like I made a difference. Various applications of spivak's razor, magical thinking, and awakening the godhead through chemical means I decide that under the influence of magic mushrooms enables me to traverse universes as easily as someone can browse potential partners on Tinder.
While the mushroom trip from 11/1 was (as the white light pagans call it) challenging, I reckon one of the benefits was forcibly shifting through the branes until I reached the Bidenverse where he won. Biden winning the election was a tangent for many universes, including a 2nd term 45-verse. At this crux, one could choose which one and I got lucky landing here. Or was it a wild talent? Or was it part of my "best-of-all-possible-worlds" multiverse theory? As time marches on, the 2nd term 45-verses is moving far, far away from what we consider to be the prime reality to the point of being nigh-impossible to visit.