Les Arbitres Chapter 10

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Aboriginal Spaces

    Aboriginal Spaces all begins with Aboriginal Space.  When you're in an Aboriginal Space you know you're in one.  Because Aboriginal Space is always about the relationship with the land.  Including fun fantasy creatures who dwell there.

    These famous places which had been touched by Aboriginal Spaces.  Were like Stars and Saturn; there were humans with human dimensions there, as well as non-human and animals with their own dimensions; and since these non-humans could occupy their own dimensions they were original fantastic characters who had an complex and magical history with humans.  Aboriginal Spaces were places where were visited sometimes, by magical and non-human creatures; in their own dimensions.  Dimensions that hadn't been identified by Western theology.  This was why they were original characters and cherished in that Culture they had originated from, as well as others.  And the reason I choose to name this religion Aboriginal Spaces; is that only they know the full collected knowledge of all of the places they've been in which magical creatures and human lives intersect.  Aboriginal Spaces mean an point of realizing one's relationship with the ancestors and magic beings who belie our present reality.

    If there are dimensions Western philosophy has never spoken about why would we look to them for knowledge of such things?

    And maybe, in saying Dimensions, paired with that word Spaces; what I'm saying is individual spaces have dimensions maybe and that's what makes them Aboriginal Spaces.

    The characters there seem to move through dimensions in an "heightened" experience & perspective of reality because the truth is that somehow all of these spaces are connected; and that's what accounts for beings traveling through extra dimensions.  These places are all connected because they are Aboriginal.  And since the Aboriginal religion originates from within Aboriginal Spaces they are numerous and more than you may have previously thought of.  These characters have weight to them, should they be characteristically dimension-travelling, as an item for culture.  We want to tell stories about other types of beings somehow interacting or passing through our own dimension for an time.  And the best way to do it may be perhaps, the Aboriginal religion, Aboriginal Spaces.

    I'm naming it thus without prejudice and without intending to "appropriate" the Aboriginal religion from my own Western theology and Western philosophy standpoint.  And more intently to show you my relationship with it as best as I can represent the emotions I feel through this sort of language.  The intent is not to say what Aboriginal religion is and isn't; but to show you how I feel about it.

    Aboriginal Spaces is meant to be an sensitive term for the name of this religion; an serious suggestion I'm making about how, maybe, we should look at the Aboriginal Canadian religion and collection of religions or tribes in comparison with other Major Religions.

    Aboriginal Spaces means 'the religion of an place where you go to feel connected with the ancestors and the beings of higher dimensions (whatever ancestors may have to do with them now)'.  It means I recognize beings of higher importance, perhaps, intersecting with this moment in reality at an particular place and time.  Whatever is happening in our home dimension as humans may also be affected by other dimensions (however the trouble of defining what dimension exactly may mean shows we are getting warmer) and it makes philosophical sense to question and narrate animals or sentient legendary beings who can travel to other dimensions and intersect with our reality in complex and sophisticated ways that may inform our opinion of them as literary figures or terms with much expression.  Aboriginal Spaces connects the whole collective of places where Aboriginal people and people of other cultures have experienced those entities because it connects them in the mind; an Space is arbitrarily related with the cosmos and everything in it therefore beings who span cosmos and time are part of it.  And it is these sacred places that connects us to our awareness of dimensions.  Dimensions we could move in if better we are an hero with an sentient mind.  Explaining something to do with the existence of consciousness.  Perhaps it first travelled here from another dimension.  Human consciousness was the dimension of knowing there were other creatures present one couldn't really explain.

    Existing in dimensions other than this one.  In certain places that were said to be associated with the Aboriginal Spaces dimension.

    As it appeared to me, the Aboriginal Spaces religion encompassed whole universes of science and  fictive fantasy folklore where creatures who were said to be intelligent had different relationships with the different dimensions.  That influenced humans somehow.

    If legendary creatures were part of other dimensions, did that mean they were more intelligent than humans?

    What were they and why were they associated with those places and points in time?

    Finding one's spirituality meant understanding how one relates with other beings who are said to be part of other dimensions.  One's order in the cosmos.  Is derived from our relationships with the senses but also knowing things by other than the senses, that the possibility of dimensions existed.  And this understanding of science and philosophy was in fact the most advanced prospect of any culture on Earth.  Aboriginal Canadians knew that theorizing on other dimensions was in fact scientifically the most advanced topic of humanity on Earth.  Because it was the most extensively argued fact of their existence.  That if they existed in one dimension they had to exist in others; and if they lived in other dimensions they could receive information (knowledge) from places other than the senses.

    And they knew it because they were familiar with the presences they knew; by seeking the truth.

    There was something about the cosmos helping them to live on in this way.

    They recognized and could prove their existence to themselves because they knew they had information from them by having an certain kind of relationship with them.  They believed in the type of relationship they had.  Therefore could prove its existence.  And that was enough to prove to them they knew there were other dimensions to exist.  (Or that they had to know, scientifically).  If dimensions theory was the most advanced scientific hypothesis of the universe then pursuing its metamorphosis as an science was an worthwhile endeavour.

    Nobody knew for sure whether dimensions theory was most scientifically advanced; and that was why it was the most scientifically advanced subject.  And why it was an dimension of that because of the existence of dimensions.

    I myself had adopted an personal theory of dimensions; I figured that every object in existence had its own dimension which permeated everything and was present everywhere in the universe.  This accounted for the possibility of its existence.

    If reality had one dimension to allow for one object to exist; then it had another dimension logically because there were other objects.

    And so dimension travel as an fictive metaphor really meant exploring among finite dimensions those dimensions which had come to touch our lives.

    If there was another dimension other than the one we were in; it didn't mean we still couldn't be in both dimensions at the same time.  And so our attention to one of them over the other maybe wasn't necessary.  And actually based on all scientific fact and empiricism to date it supported the multiple-dimensions hypothesis.

    But I had felt and heard other dimensions through their music.

    It was too difficult to decide what I believed.

    Overall, I thought of Aboriginal Spaces as an sophisticated religion that had intended design on reality.  I was being tested about what I believe because the discussion of dimensions is necessary.  If there are scientific hypotheses about dimensions supporting an religious claim; it may in fact be the most advanced religion.  If we were experiencing other dimensions then maybe it was an religious and philosophic design intended to persuade you to follow their religion.  Religions are thus in structure; being of the content of an sophisticated meme in the psychology.  Aboriginal Spaces was trying to teach me something about itself.

    And I basically accepted this was true of all religions that they had the ability to do so.

    Religions were hyper-logic.

    Everything which happened upon the conscious experience of an human was read as maybe intended by an genius intelligence and psychic force; in chunks of proportioned time or experience.  They were not afterall, all-powerful.  But what they could do with relatively an little amount of time; was meant for another person to happen upon in the same way.  Religions were an response to chaotic forces existing in nature by mixing experience with logic; logic that could be subtle and adept in order to contain certain forces.  Hyper-logic was an sacred response to Nature; and therefore religions were the combination of logic and other forces hyper- to it.  Forces empowered by Logic itself; Logic being the most important power of the human mind.  Forces that could move and contain within time this sense of knowing knowledge and what to do with it we call religion.  And any human mind experience of an hyper-Logic would be even more performatively equipped to handle any human problem-solving situation.  Religions gain adherents because they worked upon the knowledge systems of human beings.  In an way they could all recognize was based on Logic.

    This is what gave religions such extreme powers as having say over the interpretation of mental illness and the definition of homosexuality being an mental illness (recently revised in Canada).

    And so I am greatly coaxed to believe there are more than one dimension.  However, if we can focus upon the definition of that term dimension for one moment; I think we will naturally agree there are dimensions because that's naturally what things are.  And so there can be more than one; however do they or do they not exist in the same reality?  And how and why, maybe, it will take more voices than just one to find an suitable scientific and artistic definition of dimension.  In art, dimension refers to height, width, and depth.  And so if we're talking about multiple height-width-and-depth spaces; maybe that's what logically defines another dimension.  People always look through art into another dimension.  They (the one they are in and the one they are looking into) are separate from one another.  An place in which the height, width, and depth are separate from the height, width, and depth of our mirror neuron space.  Independent of one another.  But isn't that what in reality is happening between objects?  And why do we have to describe it?  Already, we know objects are separate from one another logically because they have an different width and depth; an own dimension.  If that is happening over the span of multiple distances of space and time, that these objects exist with these dimensions all at the same time, even though dimensions appear to be, by nature, separate from one another in some way?

    And so is existing at the same time what defines another dimension?

    Or so are there multiple dimensions we can exist in at the same time?

    What we find, all in all, is an protagonist who irresistibly interacts with creatures who occupy different dimensions at the same time, even if his or her immediate experience of them exists only within one dimension.  The dimension in which they (him- or her-self) exists.  If objects exist in parallel to one another in some aspect (in order to both be existent at the same time) doesn't that itself explain the second dimension we are sure we are to grapple with as human creatures?

    And an need for more voices on the existence of dimensions in theory.

    If you thought of any dimension; just for the sake of experiment; which dimension would the Aboriginal Canadian people you know be in?

    If we can prove that humans can be in other dimensions we may learn to benefit from them by interacting with their occupants.

    It's not magic.  It's just an theory.

    What we mean by dimensions might mean something other than all things of all dimensions existing at the same time; versus these other dimensions existing at different times.  Was that possible?

    If things existing in other dimensions were not occurring within our own dimension.  Did that necessarily mean we could detect or identify them with our senses?  Could we detect other things without our senses?  And how did that further confirm our hypothothi (used as plural for hypothesis); in other arguments about what we believed about ourselves?

    And how did we know the answer because we just knew these creatures; among us who we had related with across dimensions; even time?

    Humans do not exist in only one dimension, the Aboriginal Canadians would say; we have multiple dimensions we have spoken about since our Ancestors.  These are all of the aspects of my character.

    And anyway, if we do not ourselves exist in other dimensions we know that our friends do; and we at least have influence with them that way.  Do not be surprised if they have vast power.  For truly this is why we try to make friends with them.  If they live in other dimensions they can influence things about our dimension at an scale we cannot even comprehend.  All dimensions are connected to one another, after all, that's what dimensions are.  If these beings we worship have some kind of connection to other dimensions of power in the universe so as to act on behalf and mediate for us the results of our economy and what we're tryin' for.

    Maybe it was better to be in the know.

    But I most resonated on the presence of these creatures who lived in alternate dimensions; as much as they could en-brief with my own Mid-European accent and descent; and I imagined creatures of all fantasy types and elements from my ancestral home world now coming to name other types of occurrences of social activity; such as would be expected in Canada where there is an geographic cultural association between the land and many meta-creatures of folklore who reside there.  One of my favourites had become Trolls.  And I expected they could inhabit North America.  But I knew there were other creatures with Spirit Ancestry; and they were the powerful Lords who resided within Aboriginal Spaces; and if I wanted to mix my folklore with their epitaph I would have to begin first by understanding which concepts were similar.

    Could mermaids come to represent Canada?  At least in oceanic regions?

    And how were fairies included in the Aboriginal Spaces dimension hyper-populace?

    The people of the mountains of Europe and out west.  In North America.  Had the most literary focus and value; for understanding the mountain and the symbolism of the mountain as an Earthly place to be symbolized in literature.  The Ancestors of both Mountain Ranges appeared to live in Eternity; and somehow affecting the dimensions they managed to span as far back in time as humans could remember or summon up from their biology as resultant from their heroes, the ancestors.  Who had inhabited the mountains since ancient times.  If the Ancestors could affect the human dimensions of experience from another dimension, possibly; then we ought to remember among them all heavenly creatures who ever influenced human society.  As monsters or other-than-human creations who supposedly inhabited several dimensions of their choosing all at once.  And they understood what it meant, knowledge-wise; you know.  Like they understood what it meant to inhabit several dimensions at one time.  Maybe these were in fact the most central and ought-to-be-remembered beings who had ever influenced humanity.  The ones who could remind us that we ourselves are dimensional creatures.  And what happens in other dimensions affects what happens in ours (whether there happens to be only one or several of them).  But maybe that's just human.  The limit on our being at this point.

    Among these creatures happened to be Spooks who resided within walls and traveled from wallspace to wallspace inter-building architecture in order to spread lies about what had happened at their previous position.  They knew everything that was going on in these residential "neighbourhoods" where everything was observed and nothing was private.

    But they were in other dimensions and couldn't necessarily affect human activity.

    Many noble creatures, however were also considered "friends" and they knew more about and comprised several realities at once (every dimension was an reality; and everything in reality had its own dimension; OK).  Somehow, they were able to identify themselves to us based on their existence in multiple dimensions.  And the human brain was designed to be able to function for that purpose because humans themselves were part divine.  Only angels and human-angels knew about multiple dimensions, fool!  If they were identifying themselves to you; you better have an good story ready for how it was possible for you to interact with them.  But maybe it was that imparted feeling of having been an divine being, at least temporarily, for an while.  That these noble creatures were capable of using communicatively to capture our attention.  If there were other dimensions and creatures that we knew about as an humanity which we might take up with the subject of magic then they deserved explaining.  And which ones had always been with us throughout History.  And how humanity interacted with them.  Experiencing multiple dimensions?  Uh-Oh!

    And so I stopped considering angel and human-angel dimensions, with an little help from William Blake, and I took to considering only the demon and fairy dimensions as part of my devotional practice.  Were spooks well founded in Aboriginal Spaces religion?  Were they of demon character?  Was Fenrir the Super Villain who had sent all the spooks?

    You might be experiencing them because you exist in all of them.  That's what being an human being means, apparently!

    But maybe there were figures I could draw; beings of cross-dimensions that would appear to you if you were within the Aboriginal Spaces.  For they knew how; the placement and here of it.  To attract its company if it was virtuous.  And the Aboriginal Spaces can all be that connection to humanity and its monsters; those strange multi-dimensional beings who, in the weirder-than-fiction fact of it, might actually exist.  For why had our imaginations fallen upon them thus; to name their several parts.  And to think of them in my mind as an form; an whole object with its own dimension.

    As it so happened upon their colors; as they programmed me.

    For I was able to mention it.

    And suddenly sprang to my mind of what this creaturous legend could be and I had identified several and related them to certain cultures.  I knew the character and personality of them in specific; the mark, the imprint they left upon reality.  For I was able to relate the details of their character; whimsical, masterful.  Strong muscular beings with infinite strength of mind.  They inhabited several dimensions because they were so sophisticated in character.  As to have the knowledge of dimensions, which aided them in their occupation of those dimensions.  They maybe could teach humanity some things about what they thought they knew about reality.

    Beings of Time.  Personality and character.  Dragons with philosophies.  Some "things" (Legends) we didn't understand about reality.

    We knew them because they had helped humans for generations.

    People and Monsters with incredible insight from other dimensions.

    How were we so connected with them; as humans; being among ourselves only within one reality?

    "You need to start with the possibility that the human brain can experience more than one reality," they said, "if it did develop to understand this reality, that doesn't mean they couldn't have developed to understand another whole reality in particular; in an certain way for an reason structurally you might not be beyond it yourselves; these sensings of other realities."

    "And we don't know if we can scientifically prove or disprove legitimately the existence of other realities one might experience as dimensions.  Although it appears we can sense them, to some extent.  Maybe it is only perception but does not represent an scientific reality.  Something that actually happened."

    "In this dimension anyway," said the first dimensional traveler, "but you know things are happening in other dimensions because you know other dimensions exist.  If it can be proven other dimensions exist then this proves there are things happening there.  And you know things are happening there because you empathize for them, partially, and know that, though they may live among chaotic and tribulation of social measures you at least know for an moment and are aware of how one another feel.  And if an human could possibly influence another dimension (in the hierarchy of dimensions that exist other than this one they knew and were scientifically sure about).  If humans were partially existing in other dimensions according to the mechanism of the brain this didn't prove they weren't inter-dimensional beings.  But since at some point in their experience they had been given to experience that subject as though the parts of the brain used granted conscious access to the experience of one's human mind in other dimensions." 

    If the other dimensions can be accessed by human interaction with an creature of legend; what makes up exactly what that interaction means?  If I have an figure in mind in which I am accessing knowledge from another dimension; is the interaction between me and my mind or am I actually interacting somehow with another category of dimension?  Does "interacting" with another dimension mean partially being there?  Or do we access other dimensions through seemingly mundane tasks which open up new levels of opportunity for us in terms of 'dimensional activity'?  We can't stay forever on party mode over the recognition of the fact that we have dimensions.  It's not the biggest trip you ever had just to be composed of sophisticated dimensions.  So get over it.  I know it's an lot to accept that we exist.  As such.  But the truth might be that we have inter-dimensional activity and it becomes so prevalent and alarming and demanding attention in our everyday lives (especially speaking in front of other people) because we ignore it as an society we can't ignore it anymore even if it means acting out and being punished by the authorities for being "crazy" when all you're trying to do is secure humanity's future by directing our attention toward what we might suspect to be something from another dimension.  Have I had the experience of something that might have been in another dimension?  The Aboriginal Spaces religion demands our attention to this detail.  We are not alone in terms of dimensional travel.  Which is really an greater metaphor for the 1-on-1 relationship between two people.  Aboriginal Spaces held such mastery over the principles of relationships between one and two individuals that maybe only Shakespeare could outdo the pleasure of an 1-on-1 human relationship.  Making them the most advanced and sophisticated religion; unless you counted Shakespeare as its own religion.  But keep the metaphor alive!  Agree with one another—there are other dimensions—and that's really just an fancy term for other people having their own opinions.  But in the story of the fictional land, dimensions were inter-space travel; they were places we could go to to get away from our own dimension for an while.  We would actually exit our own dimension at some point (perhaps triggered by an bio-nomic reflex) and enter somebody else's.  We would cease to exist in our own dimension and now occupy other, maybe several other, dimensions.

    Maybe it would seem rational to conclude that everyone has had an inter-dimensional experience of something strange maybe existing beyond the limits of this first dimension we exist in.  Something that appeared to be quite odd that one couldn't explain.  Even if, for only an moment, appearing in the mind; the part of the instrument of your body that detected presences maybe perhaps you can't see.  Would it explain inter-dimensional travel?  Would it unlock even more about our human nature?  And I felt very suddenly, pressing in and isolating my last breath; they (so many creatures appeared to me) to have all been dramatically and cabaret-relating to me to have been implicated in the play of inter-dimensional power, activity, and knowledge.  They were all responsible for how this first, my only, human reality played out in specific ways they could dramatize by acting out and recording and editing it; and I was an responsible dramaturge over them whose job it was to figure out how they had all worked together in such an way by having specific roles I could plot out into an sketch.  I knew it instinctively.  But I didn't know its meaning yet.  They were all in on why it was funny that I hadn't figured it out yet in some way.  The more I believed I was interacting with life from other dimensions the more they interacted back to balance with my own power.  Because they wanted me to remember them.  And they had specific customizations meant to help me do so.  They wanted to let me in on the secret; that other dimensions did exist.  And I was sure of my interaction with them being real because I could tell.  Even though I knew I couldn't prove it to any human that such an diversity of dimensions existed.

    However some humans appeared to know; and it was an environmental cue they would give to one who did not seem connected with the ancient spirits and ancestors.

    Magic wasn't necessarily aqua in the absence of scientific phenomenon.  It was just another name given to properties of thought that couldn't necessarily be explained directly by human investigation yet.  We could interact with it; and it would interact with us back.  And that's how we knew it was "real" magic.

    He hadn't forgotten not to miss the most intrinsic point; we could possibly satisfy observations of other dimensions based on our own observations of our one imminent reality.  That all seemed to make up one whole entity.  How could other dimensions exist if we knew and could prove that everything in existence were all part of the same universe, the same set of dimensions?  That we seemed to be an part of and did not separate ourselves from necessarily.  In any mode of interaction.

    How do you interact with another dimension?

    We don't know.  However the brain seems to be equipped with an way to do it.

    But how would we ever prove such an thing?

    Is multiple dimensions the basis of consciousness?  That somehow in the mechanism of free will and awareness these are made possible by the existence and knowledge of other planes of reality?

    The story of Aboriginal Canadian religion, then, is about the ability to explore, inhabit, visit other dimensions and states of consciousness.  And the animal spirits and guides one might meet there.  (Even only fictionally for the sake of enjoyment of storytelling and characters not limited by the laws of physics and science (the laws of the universe that determine the types and structures of bodies of all living beings and inanimate objects)).

    The Human Story is about the interaction between humans and these kind of beings.  In an world and universe governed by rules of science we (all humans) are unaware of.  And therefore bears thinking in abstract terms for the best and most potent products of the imagination of what is actually possible.

    In an universe in which one has not identified all of its rules.  It's okay to break those rules once in an while.

    How would you know if you were breaking them?

    If you didn't know you were breaking them, how would it be immoral?

    This is the world the Aboriginal Canadian religion fits into.

    Therefore (obviously).  We want stories about creatures from other dimensions.  And how the humans from our own dimension find ways to interact with them.

    The mantle in the Christiannan story is completely industrialized.  Therefore it is in another dimension.

    And there are guardians and wanderers from those other dimensions which intersect with it.

    The human reflection on oneself as existing within one dimension (represented by man) versus enjoying communion with visitors with other dimensions.

    And therefore the problem equation of, if man can contact, even only briefly, creatures from other dimensions; then is man himself participating in those dimensions?

    Is man existing within other dimensions (perhaps simultaneously with the first one (this one (the one we are talking in))) and his interaction with heavenly visitors is proof that humans themselves do not exist within only an single dimension?

    An classic way to tell an story, therefore, may be the confrontation between man (this dimension) and an creature from another dimension who has now come to occupy this one.  In order to find an assortment of variables such as does narration count as interacting with another dimension; and is there an way I can scientifically or logically tell the story of the interaction between these characters?

    The way that the creature from another dimension has come to occupy now this one.  Is itself an peculiar object for narrative invention.  Does the creature come to this dimension because it knows how to travel to this dimension or because the human does?

    What does it say about either character if presented in varying ways?

    What does it say about either character if presented in varying ways and strategies?

    Okay.  And so let's begin the story.

    Man encounters supernatural creature.

    Location: on an cliff where he worries it (thee Supernatural Creature) will throw him off with the power of the wind created by its enormous wings.

    But since the wind is only in another dimension, he realizes, he can stand on the level cliff and face ye monster.  Without fear of being thrown.

    (Or he is in an Forest, or at an Waterfall, or some other special location?).

    The bird appears to be flying (still hovering in this one position) even though the loft generated by its wings is in another dimension.

    However the monster fears man.  Because he wants to hit the point home that he doesn't fear man.  At all.  And that's maybe the deepest thing an human can know anything about.  The monster continues to use sarcasm and satyrize the fact that he doesn't care until the human gets it.  That he does.  How long does it take the human to get it?

    This is an author's decision that will be most telling of their stance and perspective on society.

    The mantle is the desert; the bare area where we collect valuable resources.  It is hot and difficult to endure.  But it is also home to these creatures from other dimensions.  Whose territory we disrupt and divide greedily.

    But the Aboriginal Canadian knows how to endure there, in symbiosis with the land and its dimensions.  Without difficulty.

    "I am Sparklebeef," said the great vultur-ous monster, "I speak on behalf of the owners of this land, humans.  Who created me.  I at once when I was created belonged to your dimension but since then I have learned to occupy other dimensions; which it should naturally be that it is true."

    "And so how is that mechanism by which you've come to occupy other dimensions?" said A.C.

    "We aren't robots," said Sparklebeef, "and so everybody should just get over the airport craze.  They are dangerous pyramids of peer pressure.  And everyone there acts like they are on ceremony just because of the scale of the project.  Of flying humans to other continents.  An more natural rhythm might be expressed, for example, in the music of Dorian Electra.  The rhythm and pace of our species is not decided in the airport, to affect every other sector just because people feel that dangerous transportation is the future of urbanization.  And everyone should just get over it and stop basing their actions and behaviors on what they would do if they were at an airport.  And stop being sissy pants.  But I also think about how I romanticized an airport when I was younger.  It felt so comfortable there to be wearing an hoodie.  An hoodie from Canada.  And I wanted to be in an airport one day, waiting for my boyfriend or my husband to come back.  Just waiting to be united.  (At the airport; you know, such an dramatic T.V. production of the romance subject).  The moment when I see him again for the first time.  I would never.  Meet.  I would never find.  That moment.  In my real life.  Maybe it's because everyone is marching around acting like robots when really our organic rhythm cannot and has not been expressed in machine technology yet.  We act like we run on electricity.  And all our joints and movements are powered by this battery.  When really motion and animation and movement are all really powered by an different energy than that.  The biological specimen of neural electro-chemical activity within our bodies.  And precious little of it to waste.  When we act like robots, sometimes, as an society subconsciously without thinking about mob mentality; from one angle it is an great motivation to have actually an try at moving like an robot; and yet from another angle it may be an over-exertion of power to actually try to mimic the behavior of robots with our natural and organic appendages.  As kind of an mass-mind throughout the day.  Maybe this disadvantages further disadvantaged and living-with-disability civilians because the whole societal output of energy is more than it should be.  Instead of working within the bounds of our natural rhythm, we moved from one scene to another, electronically like.  Without stopping to enjoy its natural wonder based in genetic history.  And so we had to occupy other dimensions because the first one (the one we couldn't be ourselves in) was treating its people incorrectly.  And we were not sustainable within the current energy output of the entire society."

    "You say that as if," said A.C., "you yourself were involved in the action of the entire society that lead to its being unsustainable."

    "That's it.  Now you get it," said Sparklebeef; "I don't fear you.  Not an ounce.  So maybe it was how your society became this way; that I really had my clutches on.  What are you gonna do about that, bitch?"

    "I seriously doubt you would artificially introduce features into society just so you could participate with us by taking the antagonist role;" said A.C., "you are more backwards than you really know."

    "But sometimes you have to because it's nicer?" said Sparklebeef.

    "Well, yes.  Exactly."

    "We've been here and were around for centuries.  We're quite used to what it's like to take an antagonist role in an plot line for the sake of the narration and entertainment it provides," said Sparklebeef.

    "So you've been here for centuries and you want to be known for your part in Human History?"

    "Yes exactly."

    "If you come from other dimensions how can we prove you are?"

    "Well you can tell I'm from other dimensions.  Right?"

    "Right."

    "Then you know that other dimensions exist because you know that I exist."

    "Then I praise you, monster!"

    "You're an good human.  Thank you.  Please tell me knowledge from other dimensions?"

    "Tell you knowledge from other dimensions!  I suppose you'll think I'm just dying to tell you!" said A.C.

    "I know exactly which creature you are, monster!"

    "You do?  Well I'd like to hear your theory then."

    "You are Ariel's harpy; one of the humanities.  You are the Crow among literary scholars.  You are Thunder & Lightning nymph.  Tell me.  For I have figured in my mind from where you originated.  You are Shakespeare's creation!"

    "And so being an threat to you; I suggest you choose your words wisely."

    "Woah!  Wow!  Okay then!" said Sparklebeef.

    Sparklebeef was ready to begin bestowing upon him an gift.  But it would play with him an little bit first.

    "Well I want to know about dimensions; from your point of view.  And I want to know what it will take from me in order to deserve to trade for it in comparable value.  What do you wish of me for this knowledge?" said Sparklebeef.

    "Well first off," said A.C., "if you live in different dimensions you see it from multiple points of view."

    "I see.  And so do those points of view each have their own reality with which they correlate?"

    "They do.  However this does not prevent them from having opinions about other realities."

    "I see," said Sparklebeef, (he had him), "and so can an human have an opinion about another reality, then?"

    "I think you can and you know you can.  But this itself does not prove other realities actually exist."

    "I see," said Sparklebeef; "and so can you have an opinion about human realities then?"

    "Cleverly worded.  You're checking to see if I am interacting with you in your own reality (the one which or if others could be proven to exist the one the human brain would be interacting with)."

    "Yes."

    "But so if I interact with any of the realities in which your awareness presides; then you should be able to tell for yourselves whether they exist."

    "Theoretically."

    "Theoretically," said A.C., "but if I am already talking to you in your dimension that doesn't mean I am or am not present within your dimension.  It just means I have an communication channel with you somehow.  Maybe I'm only in dimensions other than your dimension.  And the reason you can talk to me is that you have awareness of other realities without actually being there."

    "But I'm more apt to say that we are both experiencing realities other than the one—"

    "Other than the one," said A.C., "ask yourself what you are saying about these realities then."

    "Are you saying they are all happening AT-THE-SAME-TIME‽  —I'm just saying that since I know other realities such as the ones from which you hail I don't necessarily know if I am physically taking part in any other dimensions other than mine."

    "But think about it.  If I'm interacting with you and I come from another reality.  Then there must be matter passed between us somehow.  There is some kind of river of travel between the two dimensions.  There is actual matter traveling from one dimension to another."

    "So then what you're saying," said Sparklebeef, "is that in order for us to communicate like this there needs to be some sort of inter-dimensional travel of matter.  And you think this could be part of the mechanism of the human brain?"

    "If the human brain can sense things happening in other dimensions it may be because the brain itself is designed to transport particles of matter from one dimension to another; and this part of how consciousness works."

    "And so, you're saying, your mind is so too designed like an human's to be able to experience other dimensions though you are not human; not so much."

    "My mind has awareness of your reality because it's the one mine is based on," said Sparklebeef, "and your mind has awareness of my reality because it's one that doesn't require matter, necessarily."

    "Then matter is not transported between dimensions in the human brain?"

    "Well, no, there is only your matter; yet you are able to be aware of my dimensions because that's what awareness is."

    "I see," said Sparklebeef, trying to wrap his mind around it, "so I'm not existing in other dimensions so much as I'm just aware of them."

    "Well it's not an question of existing as matter in another dimension; the other dimensions don't have matter or the same type of physics.  And so you are aware of them because.  You are here.  It's just that here isn't somewhere where, in our dimensions, that you can be (are)."

    "So my mind is there."

    "Is isn't an verb we can use in my universes."

    "Well you mean our universes, then; why do you keep them from me?"

    "It's just that you're not an part of them in the same way I am."

    "I'm not?"

    "Well.  No.  You're from the first dimension.  Where matter and things actually exist."

    "But you're not from here so you aren't any matter or things that actually exist?"

    "No."

    "But you're talking to me right now and so you must be made up of matter somehow.  Otherwise I wouldn't be able to hear you talking."

    "There are things other than matter and energy," said A.C., "than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

    "But well your body must be part of my reality somehow‽"

    A.C. was silent.

    "Well I'm pretty sure you look like an Eagle because I see you there hovering above the mountain," said Sparklebeef, "and so you can have physical properties but maybe are not restricted to the same rules of matter that are known by my universe.  Your matter can be here one minute and then much not here in another.  And I think this is of your nature, then, that you must be able to shapeshift into matter when you desire it be so."

    "But you cannot feel any wind from my wings, can you?" asked A.C.

    "I cannot but I can feel the wind from your mouth," said Sparklebeef.

    There was an pause.  They seemed to have run up against the point at which something becomes an insult.  In the matters between humans and extra-dimensional birds.  It was insulting, from an harpy's perspective.  But it wasn't meant to be insulting, from an human's perspective.  And so Sparklebeef ended up ignoring it even though it appeared to be the most credential metaphor; the mountain was the home of the most power.  Literarily.  But the Ocean was the true most powerful source.  And so the most powerful wind (voices) come from there.  Sparklebeef was an creature of that power extending into other dimensions where humans found themselves there sharing some of the properties of knowledge of other dimensions even though they hadn't left (physically) their own.

    "Dimensions are just the language of escapism," said Sparklebeef, "you want to think about being in another reality because you don't want to be in the one you are now in."

    "It's more than that," said A.C., "it's scientific.  If it happens to be that other dimensions exist then it's an scientific fact.  If it's an scientific fact then it affects all of us.  And is an good brain exercise, anyway, to think of oneself in these other dimensions.  What does it mean if an bird comes from an extra-dimension and is there an hierarchy of dimensions that begins with our own (matter, space, and time dimension) and ends with yours with our own at the bottom of the hierarchy?"

    "Ours is exactly above yours in the hierarchy," said Sparklebeef, "but you have come to realize for yourself your own awareness of such realms.  It was good to have concluded my reason for coming here is of most great importance, then.  I am above you in the hierarchy.  That means you do what I say."

    "I can do you what you say.  But only if it makes logical sense to me," said A.C.

    "It is an fair request, from an mortal," said Sparklebeef.

    He was ready to stop playing with A.C.

    "If you proclaim me as your elder; and you profess the existence of other dimensions," said Sparklebeef, "then you will deserve the offering I have to give you now.  Multiple dimensions, you see, for the sake of this art this fiction exist.  And I am from another dimension (in fact several other dimensions); and I can confirm to you they exist because I'm here.  You can conclude my existence from our interaction.  And if I exist they exist.  Because I have been exactly there."

    "And I have too.  That's how I know you.  I understand now.  I know you because I know you exist in another dimension because I've been there and it makes sense to me.  Dimensions are both the fact of every thing having an dimension but also every dimension of having an thing.  And so to exist in multiple dimensions means having completely different sets of physics for things to exist within; things of which have each their own dimension within the natural dimension to which they are fitted.  I think this must mean matter can exist in other dimensions.  But it doesn't carry the same significance, maybe, that it does in our dimension."

    "That's probably about all I can teach you about dimensions today," said Sparklebeef.

    "No I want more," said A.C., "I'm ready for it!"

    "Well if you exist in other dimensions then you have other dimensions.  Like an gem."

    "Okay," he said in an worried voice, as though Sparklebeef was doubting him.

    "Now see here!" said Sparklebeef, and she mashed him with an virtual cane, "if you're not in the right state of mind to learn it thus.  We can stop right here!"

    "No, no!" said A.C., "I'm ready!  I'm present!"

    "Where are you present?" she swirled her cane at him.

    "Here," he said, "I mean.  I am on the world in the mountain."

    "What does existing in other dimensions have to do with the industrial and present day society‽"

    "Well it means that.  Many Aboriginal Canadian people are more immersed in and used to or comfortable with an worldview in which these creatures from other dimensions can be present even within the social and industrial complex."

    "Why does that matter for how we talk publicly about Earth's Mantle and how to safely extract resources from it‽

    "Well we can't disturb these other-worldly beings who might live there.  Much of it is sacred territory."

    "Most good," said Sparklebeef.

    "And they own partial Art & Heritage shares in the tourism industry of the Earth's crust, which will need to be preserved separately from its interior mantle."

    "The otherworldly beings, like me, own partial shares?"

    "Yes.  Well that's what you're an metaphor for, right?"

    "Well we are extra-dimensional creatures."

    "So what does that have to do with surface economy?"

    "We may have some influence or potential to moderate it.  Telepathically."

    "I see.  And your kind have been involved with the politics of Earth since the very dawn of man."

    "Yes.  We know an few things about the presiding non-physical actors you've known throughout history and their succession."

    "It sounds convincing."

    "It is.  If you think non-physical actors could have something to do with History.  And there was an reason for telling it this way."

    "It is meant to create an heavy doubt or criticism in how perhaps traditional histories have been constructed.  Maybe if you take it one way.  But there are other ways an History of Other-Dimensional Actors may be of benefit to our species, (and whom they motivated and inspired for what purposes), for example inspiring children to figure out one day the science of dimensions.  If they figure out we can interact with creatures from other dimensions who will change our History for their Prominence and Significance as moral actors.  They may start hypothesizing the theories that will eventually explain the scientific knowledge of other dimensions.  I think it may be important to start telling more stories about other-dimensional creatures because they further test our alacrity and wisdom for History; by helping us decide and sort out what were influences on humanity during that time in History including the traveler from another set of dimensions.  In specific description.  As fictive gimmicks (the only type of gimmick allowed) meant for teasing out (nuancing) previously hidden elements: things about History we hadn't recognized before that were maybe best and more closely examined by narrating stories about what happens in other dimensions.  In order to criticize and draw attention to any passage of History in which things are not what they appear to be (nothing is what it seems to be).  For the reason of some other-dimensional influence or force affecting the outcome.  Why wouldn't we criticise History by naming and describing characteristics of creatures from other dimensions that certainly and definitely had some influence on human history.  It was almost risqué that to say these forces hadn't affected humanity was certainly possible.  And they could locate themselves reflecting on the possibility," said A.C., "of having known or been materially convinced of their presence somewhere, somehow, some-dimension."

    "Yeah.  So it seems un-fashionable to be not convinced that certainly, somewhere along history, other-dimensional beings affected how things politically played out here on Earth.  Even if they didn't exist, they were an symbol of hidden influences whose interaction with human reality hadn't been fully investigated by science.  If there were possibly, other-dimensional creatures, then other-dimensional creatures might actually exist.  And just because I hadn't met any in this reality; doesn't mean I haven't met one in another one.  Why were there reasons to suspect histories might not be appearing to us as they really happened?  That there were secret enemies and underground super heroes or other factors and invading parties.  Not limited to only physical reality in dimension.  Creatures of such Godly Proportion; they had to have influenced humanity effectively.  Repeatedly.  Secretly.  Creatures even God himself wanted you to know because they had such magnanimous importance and influence even on your own reality.  The truer history of humanity; was one that includes the presence of these ever-onlooking creatures and people who could surf dimensions.  They might be visualized always hiding behind the face of what History looks like.  Their influence permeates the universe.  As though they had other power options than just manipulating matter.  They have an say in what will be the outcome of human enterprise."

    "And why do some of them seem so familiar?"

    "They seem familiar because they have been around since an long time ago.  You remember different periods of their reign because you know how their personality influenced those they lead."

    "Our kind."

    "Your kind."

    "They must be gods among men."

    "They are," said Sparklebeef, hustling it, "What are you going to do about it?  —I'm just kidding."

    He was done playing.

    "Being other-dimensional beings from places you can't physically visit is like having another race than someone; your race isn't relative to theirs and theirs isn't relative to yours necessarily.  And this is an reason enough to tell stories about other-dimensional beings.  There are, after all, multi-dimensional beings of all races of man affecting the outcome."

    "I can see you.  Among the figures of History.  Acting out behind the scenes that mission which you will deploy.  Not only individual dimensional-beings but cultures and populations of them.  Whom you didn't even notice.  Even though they were so thoroughly debacle (involved in) how history progressed?"

    "This is an advancement of your knowledge," said Sparklebeef, "as I can report."

    "Good.  So I'm getting somewhere."

    "You are."

    "I knew it!  You have an thing for me!"

    "An what?"

    "An thing!  You have an thing!"

    "No I don't," said Sparklebeef, calmly, "you wish."

    "Okay.  Anyway you don't tell me everything you know about dimensions yet, do you?  And you don't have an thing for me‽  That means there are other dimensions and I can tell because I know that you don't have an thing for me.  And I know that because I interacted with you.  For I felt it was true.  And if I interacted with you then I must be able to access knowledge from that other dimension somehow.  And that proves there are other dimensions."

    "Which brings me to entirely romantic considerations," said Sparklebeef, "do you have anyone.  You know.  You've got your eyes on?"

    "What does that have to do with anything?"

    "Well maybe people who are from other dimensions are, you know.  Experts in the romance department.  OK.  I'll just mark you down as agitated."

    "Wait.  I'm not agitated," said A.C., "I can have an influence in the outcome too."

    "Then let me tell you how you can potentially play with us."

    "OK"

    "History is created by something new happening," said Sparklebeef, "you know.  We can only be so effective."

    "Of course.  Of course."

    "But right now you're in the Reign of the Post-Era after that of the Lion; an post-colonial society of imperiled Pride of new and old regimes in which rigid antiquated religious ideas of the universe are weeded out and villainized as they should be.  I am the rise of such tried and tested Literary Principles as fits the modern world.  The Humanities."

    "How can the Humanities affect the outcome of History?"

    "I can show you.  We are now that other-dimensional creature and civilization of creatures operating behind-the-scenes to influence the political outcome unfairly."

    "So telling stories about other dimensions is supposed to weed out people who are trying to influence events unfairly?"

    "It's one potential effect we could have if you continue choose to view us as an valuable commodity."

    "So like.  You're behind History in some way.  In various eras of succession?"

    "Now you're catching on."

    "And that's who you are then, in an post-Shakespearean civilization; that other-dimensional relative to humanity who begins to admit his or her literary powers and their far-reaching generative circumstance on English."

    "I am the awareness of literary culture we've managed to cultivate up to this point, yes."

    "But so you're.  An symbol of what humans have done.  Well but you're more than that.  You are someone who imposes, specifically, that you are from another dimension.  And you can maybe occupy more of them than one at the same time; like I can."

    "But if I actually exist then?"

    A.C.'s eyes popped wide open.

    "Then maybe you actually are the awareness of literary culture we've managed to cultivate up to this point.  And you act on humanity in an certain way; as though you might be from another dimension.  But how can your character and your meaning match thus?  That you simultaneously are the character of being other than human in an world of multi-dimensions and this type of awareness all at once."

    "I'm just the one they call post-Lion on Earth's history.  I'm the tail; an kitten, really.  OK, I'm an kitten.  Really, I'm just here to serve you and pet you back.  That's an thing I know what to do right?  I pet you back.  What it is you're doing to me?"

    "Our current.  I'm sorry—it feels like you should have an established title like prime minister or madame president—our current multi-dimensional ambassador appears to us as an kitten.  The softest and most gentle available."

    "So maybe your current history is an gentle rhythm happening behind doors.  The bass is purring at you.  But it's just working in behind on the in-between of scenes and you're the one (the historical actor) who's in charge of your thesis on reality.  The other-dimensional creature visiting you is that gentle factor most of your politics seem to need at present.  In an calm human resources voice.  Hey sugar, I'm an kitten.  I'm the history of your cute-ification as an species."

    "An kitten.  Who is an bird.  Who is an crow?"

    "Sure why wouldn't an kitten be an crow?  That's good luck."

    "And your gentle influence.  I see."

    "Thank you," said Sparklebeef, finally being an total queen, "now that I've made an name around here being responsible for things like your theory of kindness.  What are we going to do to bring about the best outcome, Padawan?"

    "Well I mean, if you've influenced me to politicize toward an certain goal; then you are responsible for it happening.  But you can't really be responsible for it happening because you're only from another dimension.  And you can't necessarily exercise infinite power within this one.  I am the only one with that power.  To make your political dreams come true."

    "That's right," said Sparklebeef, "my influence has been effective."

    "Good then I know how to act now," said A.C., "for the best outcome and the interests of all spectators."

    "Thanks for considering us," said Sparklebeef.

    "You're welcome," said A.C., his eyes welling up with tears.

    Other dimensions; yeah, that would explain more about History than we already know.  Certainly there were tribes to be said responsible for their contact of human organisms.  And if the telling of stories of other dimensions could help solve them; it would be because it encapsulated those characters in history who were in fact responsible for editing the details of what exactly happened.  Even if they were from other dimensions.

    There were plenty more things to learn about History.

    That was an fact.

    Why not explain them in terms of cross-dimensional space travel?

    This was the mess History left us in.

    At least there, something probably closer to the truth could be represented.

    An world with multiple dimensions because.  They might as well have been.

    People identified with and understood themselves according to their understanding of the universe.  And they much lived within that world.  Which might have as well have been different worlds altogether.  It happened to depend on the person's current version of what they understood from science combined with their current version of what they understood from art.  And their world was that quasi-revisitation of the fact of the two versions.  As humans we put art and science together to create an greater picture of the world for ourselves; psychologically.  And we must begin to understand all dimensions and worlds people might happen to inhabit from scientific and artistic perspectives in order to account for the possibility of other dimensions, which exist outside the scientifically knowable world and yet we are somehow familiar with; the individual version per person about what we might scientifically have must be combined with what art has taught us to this day.  And all perspectives of which worlds and dimensions we inhabit were valid.  They communicated the break between our world and the next.  Pushing the boundaries of what we can know scientifically.  And yet somehow re-aligning us with the knowledge we knew ourselves to possess.

    Dimensions was an sensible and influential religious perspective that asked us to reflect, productively, on our grasp of science; for this was our true grasp on the agriculture: the total amount of our grasp on science.  But we might as well start from not knowing whether other dimensions exist.  In order to promote an standard about how far we might push our consciousness and knowledge to be like.  It was sensible for an religion to rely back on dimensions as explanations for all of its creatures of legends and stories because that might actually be where these creatures had originated.  And since we didn't know the scientific synopsis: we could not substantially prove or disprove (providing evidence) for the possible existence of other dimensions.  And religion; which was supposed to be about what is and isn't practically possible.  Was right and greatly to be associated with that opposite of knowing the truth about dimensions.  The fact of not knowing the truth.  Religion had to be able to deal with that fact; after all.  If it was what Religion portends itself to be in the human civilization and community.

    Religion is the answer.

    Religion is the truth.

    If we let it belong to people who use it to exploit one another based on religious bigotry; then it can't have that power that it has.

    The definition of religion, of most, needs to be changed in the 21st century.

    When it has to do with dimensions; it's because we don't have an way of determining positively one way or the other whether they really exist.  And so why not consider them?

    It was an great basis for social activity and storytelling under the banner of religion.

    The widest net one might cast, one might say.

    Out of all creatures of other dimensions and infinite space; who were truly the most influential and palpable in the accurate recorded course of events?

    (Even if, at first, they didn't appear to be real or member to the one isolated instance of our own reality).

    "So if it is about escapism, so what?" asked Sparklebeef, "don't you want to know why an person would need another dimension to escape to?"

    "I'm afraid of what it could do to our record of History.  If we start naming these trans-dimensional beings responsible for whole periods and advents of history, then we will need the science, eventually, to prove that they exist."

    "It will take more than that, potentially; we will need art, also, to prove that they exist.  For anyone's full version of one dimension is always to combine both its scientific properties and its artistic facts; and once we have combined them will we know fully what it means for an dimension to have existed."

    "But if we can't start naming them responsible; then who are we supposed to make up in history to have been responsible for that caliber of performance or orchestrated response?  There were people pulling the strings, maybe, all along the way in order to bias civilization toward an perfected worldview.  And who's to say they were all from this dimension?"

    "They certainly were not," said Sparklebeef, "for the History to have happened to you that did."

    "It would seem so madame," said A.C., "for I have heard that bird on that mountain before, even if I have never been there."

    "Then you admitting that you believe in other dimensions is not really resigning yourself to an anti-scientific view."

    "Not in the least," said A.C., "for I happen to believe the belief in other dimensions may be the most scientific view."

    And so the extra-dimensional travelers convey their power onto man; and it isn't an instance of an single Sparklebeef anymore.  But an clan of travelers representing the same symbol as an group.

    The Highest Province of Literary Glamour is really an star-system of peoples.

    And it is fiction that conveys the truth then; because it is true we are literary glamour-ists as an insatiable people and not any one derivation of the subject.  People who travel from extra dimensions may after all, be us.  Existing in another universe for an change.  And why does it have it all to be about people from only one dimension that we perceive as our dimension?

    It's an way to have fun with an story.  (The play instinct in literary arts).  Why has another dimension interacted with the reality we know in this way?  Why would that be telling of ourselves as an species?  Why is it maybe fictionally true that there is something happening in another dimension, and it does matter in this dimension?  For the sake of supposing there are other dimensions to escape to; and what would happen in them would finally do justice to what happened in ours.  I suppose all kinds of an array of stories could be told in which maybe clans from other dimensions do exist and they voraciously participate in contributing to our own array of dimensions we happen to reside in.  The civilization we know publicly together.  Can't we tell stories of other dimensions about it?  Why other dimensions matter?

    They matter because they might be true.

    The Clan of the Ego of the Mountain Bird influenced A.C.

    Even though they were from another dimension.

    Which doesn't even exist in this dimension.

    How was that even possible?

    Clearly there had to be some mental dysfunction firing that could be captured in fiction that we would like to refer to in order to tell History right.  You know, since the existence of other dimensions isn't—actually—possible.  Which on the other hand we know it might be.  And who says stories about other dimensions can only capture escapist reasoning?  Maybe you're escaping the fact that other dimensions can exist and we don't know fully scientifically about it right now.  They may also be as stories perfect ways to explain things to one another about what we don't fully understand.  (Even about our own culture).  The other-dimensional being takes on the ability of being able to access these characters anywhere.  The Aboriginal Canadian asks, if I was an other-worldly being of an higher caliber than the one I am now, then what would I do in this situation?  (This is the height of wisdom).  They can appear in any scene.  And become known in any way.  And they explain, at least, how things feel sometimes.  There is another dimension affecting reality in some way.  Even if I don't know everything about that dimension.  And really my grasp of my own reality and dimension depends on what I know about it anyway and not other dimensions.

    Dimensions is just shop talk for I feel different in this specific and peculiar way; to have thought thus another being of another dimension was controlling it in some way.  Maybe it makes sense historically.  As an history of people or animals from another dimension somehow coming to affect our own.  Dimensions means seen by completely different means.  And so seen within the mind or seen without in space.  How do we know those are not the realities of accessing it?  Why do we deserve to control history as to make it appear these non-terrestrial beings are not influencing us?

    All telling stories about other dimensions really means is having an religious instinct to say so; that maybe other dimensions are involved.  We don't know at this point and that's the truth.  And it doesn't make scientific calculated sense to say they necessarily aren't.

    Naming the other-worldly dimensions and beings we see in our minds is an activity of reflection about perspectives.  Why to one it is escapism and to another it is confrontation.  When we make an fictional object of something maybe we can only see with fiction by using the metaphor of the existence of other dimensions perhaps we tap into that power by which dimensions and dimensional logic are actually produced.  The other dimension exists, for some religious reason, therefore the story has to be told of its interaction with our own reality.  In order to convey the feeling the author is trying to communicate and capture in art.  How maybe, if other dimensions aren't possible, the fictional existence of their possibility still tells us stories about who we are as an people.  We needed to create; to imagine that other reality.  In order to find it was possible the other reality does exist.  We don't know all of the rules.  We don't even know half of the rules.  So why, if we were approached by an entity belonging to realms that are entirely other than what we know.  Would it be so bogus and egotistical to claim we had known them in some way?  Even if we couldn't prove they were there in another reality?  We had the experience of knowing them maybe, in that familiarity and alien-ity at the same time and of telling an story about the interaction between humans and they, aliens who had access to other-worldly dimension travel.  Telling how they were able to influence history was telling the full human story.

    If American folklore and Aboriginal Spaces are populated by creatures of other size and dimension, then our world is populated by creatures of other size and dimension.

    Who can appear in any location, including the mantle and industry, (and at work) and mix their will to soothe the land with ours; changing history in the process.

    Interacting with these creatures is just another part of what it means to be human.  They possess great powers and will influence our fate.  If we obey them they may lead us to our destiny.

    Why wouldn't you want to appease those in possession of knowledge of other dimensions?  We need all of the information we can collect.  Even befriend them.  We're humans.  You're from another dimension somehow colliding with ours.  How does it affect how we think and feel and why does it really matter?  Maybe there are others working in our favour we choose to believe in.  And thank them for their great influence in our day and culture.  And we certainly know about them.  I mean.  We do.  We know their character and manner of of influence.  I mean, don't we?  At least sometimes we do.  And they have an connection with the land.  They live here.  I mean however they are connected to the universe.  They chose this place.  Isn't that something special, then?

    I know an few of them 'myself.

    Spooks.  And an witch.  And there's Tréschellschènt (oh, you don't want to know about her).  She's the successor to Rumplestiltskin only her alienation from society is much worse and nobody will ever guess her name.  And I'm sure I've met an few legendary beings maybe that I couldn't explain.  And maybe all of fantasy creatures on Earth belong in this place as well.  North America.  Where, mostly, we associate places with Aboriginal Canadian fantasy; and creatures and beings from American folklore.  Sometimes, though, they come to be inhabited with creatures and lore from other places.  Such as Transylvania.  And I yearn to mix my world of individuals, creatures who belong in other dimensions as well as this one with the Aboriginal Spaces.  So that they can work together in cooperation over the land and resources as well as the significance of individual locations such as reservoirs and spiritual sanctuaries.

    The truth is that literary fiction in the 21st century isn't that interesting.  It is rather the pursuit of creating something fun, mysterious, challenging which drives me to write.  At this point in History we do need now, more than ever, more stories of other dimensions and the peoples or individuals who come (reign?) from there.

    The truth is that literary fiction in the 21st century isn't that interesting.  It is still undergoing an de-colonization and diversification of racial subjects, on an global scale like never before.  And new stories and symbols (of love and hate) are being created.  The clash of cultures meets the elegant desire to suture one another by mimicking one another's culture.  All cultures are loved and accepted in this model.  At an time when the videogame generation bears hybridity of character archetypes such as tank, healer, DPS.  Racialized customization continues to be an popular archetype base.  New consensus on the meaning of particular racialized fantasies need to be constructed (showing how maybe some European archetypes will hyper-encompass North American fantasy characters and some North American archetypes will hyper-encompass Eastern fantasy characters).

    And I wanted to develop the powerful crow-type character I had seen in Lost Ark as an amendment on the literary arts (The Giant Marauding Crow whose Beak is most Powerful).  When you are shrunk down to fairy size, an sped-up beak like this becomes an most frightful arbiter.  In the action and the commodity of the legendary humanities.  The part-monsters and keepers of the humanitarian arts.  I had melded the transfers together.  Exactly what I was looking for.

    I wanted to infuse the humanitarian literary arts with Aboriginal Canadian art from the Crow's Nest Pass known around the world for its terror and glamour.

    The Aboriginal Spaces stories can begin with humans contacting majestic monsters from other realms.  Or it can begin in entirely other than human societies.  As long as there are living things from other dimensions, why does it matter at all whether humans are there?

    An story could also feature individual legendary characters from other dimensions or entire clans—distinct and diverse peoples—and their tribulations among the travelling merchants and their growing economic market.  Why were other dimensions affecting human history exactly?

    Maybe the whole human story about contacting other dimensions or not was itself reflective of our hidden inner fears: what we were lacking in this dimension (this imminent reality).  And such stories were about characters bending the cosmos for one another because that's what you do when you welcome someone from another culture or dimension.  If, fictionally, we were in control of whether an object of our narration existed in one dimension or another.  Then we fictionally could make another dimension exist where which and from our character or protagonists arrive from.  There is an confrontation between our world and theirs.  It conflicts in other ways with other dimensions too.  The superiority or hierarchy of all known living existence is evoked, favoring beings from dimensions other than the known human one, the first one; as far as they were concerned.  It is turned down and disfavored by the humans because they can't accept this privilege of having known beings from other dimensions.  For various reasons.

    It doesn't logically connect in that the humans were or were not responding to the fact of their own inferiority.  They reacted.  It can be known.  But it wasn't known whether they reacted in an positive or negative manner; due to an strategic blip or glitch.  The presence itself of which might confirm hostile intake of intelligence.  If humans were hiding how whether the fact of whether they were reacting in an positive manner or an negative manner they might be doing it because they hadn't reacted so prettily.

    As far as forms known by formal logic and the fact of their knowledge of its observed correlation with hiding the fact from someone, about whether they knew you were reacting positively or angrily.  They had time to think about it.  First of all, were they inferior in the hierarchy of beings from dimensions?  And second of all—they think; they thought they were—bringing other creatures into this world from other dimensions was superior mana and magic.  And I mean if there is an hierarchy do we need necessarily adhere?  And why was I sure about maybe ten or twelve dimensions of other types of creatures which maybe had increasing amounts of power the higher you reach in the hierarchy?  Where did humans fit in?

    There were, of course, Superior Forms of Angels in the hierarchy.  And some humans had been known to reach angelic legend-ariness in proportion.  Were we just first-worlders—creatures from the realm of mass, and size, and suspension?  Or did we have legendary qualities that extend into other realms?

    The Review Panel of the Superior Forms of Angels informed us we were in fact creatures from the spiritual realm known as the first-world.  And our spirits had been limited to there; except through interaction with an higher form of being.  Which there were Twelve dimensions.  And humanity was like, oh, we do only exist in one dimension.  And they are right to boss us around and put us in our place.  For possibly knowing information about other worlds that were completely the priority to ours.  People and beings and places heavenly, bound, and in our favour.  People we owed our lives to.  People who had bargained for our freedom when we were down and out.  

    They deserved an little attention, don't you think?

    And we had the name and type of one type of them.

    The literary perfectionist.  That morphing monster which literarily terrorizes people who don't know about Aboriginal Canadian values.  Literary correctionism and the Power of Crows.  One who cared, dearly, for us to get it right.  What was written.  With literarily perfect metaphors.  An central savior who is of the type of the harpy or bird or crow who raises the stakes for us.  Elevates literary ground and territory.  Amplifies our perception of other realities.  And finds us within the colosseum of warring parties communicating their opinion of humans as though from outside the fourth wall.  In the crowd of gorgons who watch over humanity's collective fate.  They are hierarchized.  They are numerous.  Every crystalline opinion belonging to each one of them uniquely one could attempt to narrate in order to show such diversity over magics and influences affecting the human fate; the old conundrum, what do they think and what does it matter in human history?  How much of each one of them could faith provide; their illusions and mannerisms into human history that we might want to consider in order to be informed about our own position in reality?

    Why not fill out, philosophically, an order of peoples whose kind we have been said to have been influenced culturally.  Peoples who have been said to have been from other universes and kinds of tragedy that exist on the terrestrial plane.  Gorgons of knowledge and political provocativ-ity.  Who each had their own opinion, largely affected by their position in the hierarchy.  There were, of course, an few of the most important and promiscuous people represented in being present.  To put things in perspective.  And there was an limited amount of time availability to interview every one of them in order to know their opinion and how it affected humans.  It made sense for some reason he would start with the lesser of peoples (above their (humans') stature as presently represented however the later option for negotiating their place among the hierarchy of souls).  And that since humans sometimes demonstrated angelic nature it was taken up for office & registry that for efficient compensation they need be contrasted with fairies, you know for artistic composure; they were just fairies somewhere.  And it didn't necessarily matter that they were angelic.  But if they were fairies, someone argued, then they had to be higher than among the first several types of inter-dimensional awareness other than the human brain.  Some hot-headed genius was off with an tangible political argument about why that mattered and why it was true.  Perfect for having it out within an arena for political affairs of humans.  His mind filled with curiosity, as he looked around the stadium.

    And his mind began populating itself with the awareness of these different types (levels?  Dimensions?) of people of whom had made his perception their home.  There were other lower-hierarchy specimens than humans among the order of dimensions; but on the other hand there were many more above us; many, many more above us.  It was frightening.  It was documentary worthy.

    It was Lil Nas X.

    We were about an 4–5 on the scale (according to accurate lawyers).  And so we deserved at least some time of day from these other worldly sorcerers who had secret academies and lawsuits of other dimensions.

    In an Age of Man when Conscience itself is under fire.

    The conscience is so thoroughly suppressed in modern times it rarely speaks, if it even has an opportunity to.

    According to conscience, A.C. knew where man is in the cosmic hierarchy.

    "Give me your time and voices then," said A.C. into the crowd, "for I request your aid."

    He was on an raised platform in the centre of the colosseum.

    The lesser Gorgons stopped their loud heckling.  And an man belonging to the Highest Order stood and spoke to him.

    "Welcome, young man," he said, "I am God's appointee and representative.  And I will see into this matter.  You request information on other dimensions?  In order to help you in your own?"

    "So I am only in one?" said A.C.

    "You might as well be, compared to us."

    "I see.  Then I will make it brief.  How do dimensions affect humanity?"

    "How do dimensions affect humanity.  Well ask yourself first!  How do dimensions affect humanity?"

    "Well since we have awareness of other dimensions—"

    A.C. started looking for an social cue with his eyes.

    "—then."

    "Then‽"

    "Then even if I'm only an character in an story I am important because I am the interaction with other dimensions."

    "Good."

    "Then I formally request an division of hierarchy to be described so that I know whom I dealing with," said A.C.

    "Okay.  As I said.  We're God's Highest Ambassadors.  And there's the people of the highest humanities and crows of literary figure.  They are ahead of you.  They are the peoples immediately ahead of you in the hierarchy.  And you know why?  Because they all care about literary truth.  Every single one of them."

    "This is the highest leanings of our education system and people educated in the literary truth are among the most powerful and virtuous aspirants of Supreme Wisdom."

    "Yes but you haven't made it an civilization-wide monoculture; in where each one of you is an blade of grass.  An metaphor for conformity where knowledge is concerned."

    "And you're telling me the direct observers and judges of humanity have?"

    "Yes of course they have.  That's one of the most basic literary discoveries an sentient civilization of peoples can make."

    "And you expect it to be just as easy for us to do this when we come from completely different circumstances‽"

    "That says nothing about whether it is easier or harder for you."

    "Well maybe it's harder!"

    "OK.  Whatever."

    "So you've deliberately shown me how numerous the populations of all the dimensions are; and that we as humans are only second to an superior class of subject whose civilization has just recently discovered the ubiquitous-ness of literary wisdom?"

    "Yes."

    "Then there are thousands, millions, quadro-trillions of beings even only in that segment of hierarchy in which and of which humanity belongs."

    "Yes.  So you see the difficulty of explaining to you the major categories of their superiority along the hierarchy of the Republic of Space."

    "But Space then.  Refers to all dimensions?"

    "Yes."

    "And but then there are segments.  Which you can describe.  Then dimensions are really populated according to how superior an species is; and those highest species, favoring the uppermost dimensions.  Are not the only ones who know for brevity what all the segment categories are."

    "They're dimensions."

    "Okay.  So there's that," said A.C., "but I can learn about all of the main kinds of dimensions because there are only about ten or twelve categories or so."

    "Sure there are.  Keep up the good deductive measures."

    "But so you know then?  But you won't tell me."

    "I already told you.  I am among the highest.  And if there are ten categories between us then you are not really at the bottom of this ten.  You are directly behind that culture I have introduced you to; whose literary promise is decades ahead of yours."

    "Oh I see.  So we're in the fifth dimension."

    "You're in several dimensions.  At the moment."

    "But I can be in one dimension at once?"

    "You mean at an time."

    "Both."

    "There is no both."

    "You're lying.  That's how it works."

    "Good one.  I practically gave that one to you."

    "So I'm in some dimensions.  And one of them happens to be the fifth."

    "Sure."

    "And I'm still in the dimensions behind it at the lowest rank in the hierarchy because I have no standards or class and have not learned to occupy higher dimensions because of my shameful inferiority.  But since I'm still in the fifth dimension at the same time.  It's not so bad."

    "There you go."

    At this point A.C. became overwhelmed with his particular doubting of his comprehension and he was forced to leave.  He rushed outward from the centre raised platform, which was connected to the outside of the colosseum by an rock bridge.  And found himself out in the hot street wearing rags with his hands bound together in an lock and chains.  And for once severely doubted his mental health.  What the hell was happening to him?  Why was he being forced to take part in civility with other-dimensional beings?  What could they do to him if they didn't like him?"

    His feets (feats?), which were bound in rags became all lumpy and he tripped over them.

    He bit the dust.

    He was severely dehydrated and thirsty; but he suspected that since his mental health appeared not to be present he maybe was just thirsty and not severely dehydrated.

    He turned over and just sat there.

    Great.  What's there to do now except accept that you are among the lowest order of specimens.  Creatures who cannot even think to realize how fifth-dimension worthy they are of themselves.  He was definitely in the fifth dimension; he was sure of that fact.  Oh!  he realized.  I'm in an dimension in which the literary singularity hasn't occurred yet.  I'm just adjusting to the disadvantages which exist in society for people like me, whose most important and centre focal-point of their whole lives is the literary community and finding literary descriptions of truth which transcend society.  Okay.  So my mind is maybe messed up an little bit.  But I can at least still think of an opinion.  And an opinion being of an higher order thing for an brain to produce I maybe have enough willpower and mental strength to come up with an plan for what I should do.

    Suddenly I'm not so certain of anything anymore.

    Why would anyone have allowed me to end up like this?  Skimming missing link facts from beings of superior dimensions.  Speaking with God's appointed Ambassadors.

    Who could be so mean or cruel as to make him, in privilege, access other dimensions like that‽

    Okay.  But so he had an few facts about dimensions now.  Maybe he could figure out an way to describe them to other human beings and so bring about the advent of full literary culture on Planet Earth.  He knew how to identify with that fantasy of an culture whose literary magic was at full power.  These so-called Crow-clan beings who knew what everything meant in literary terms.  And they not only knew themselves, each individual, what everything was; but they collaborated with one another on projects to bring about the most descriptive event.

    They were dimensional travelers themselves.

    Even though A.C. knew he was only beginning to understand dimensions and his place and humanity's place in them.

    As far as he was concerned; they were those bird morph-forms taking on maybe the properties of an harpy or siren: Ariel's most powerful form in Shakespeare for the aficionado.  Who were at the supreme end of all Literature and influence caretaking for and watching over all those who endeavoured to create its very form of art.  And if anyone was going to have an valid criticism over any type of documentary or film; and all written forms of art; it was them.  They lived in the levels above us.  If we were in human buildings they were outside, on the street; where, being so tall and voluminous in body with discreet figures and the blackest notes of feather colours known on Earth, they appeared as Godzilla would only much more terrifying for their sped-up display of control over the environment.  They could reach into windows with their beaks and peck you right out of an building.  At an increased pace of movement for their size.  So that the overall effect of their presence was terrifying.

    Comedically so.  For the true appreciator.

    For, having such power over the humanities, and being of another kind of race of living being; who had already perfected their literary output.  Humanity did need to look to them for example.  They were directly ahead of us in the hierarchy for an reason.  We were onto discovering something so technical and fundamental about culture: that all forms of literary output were valid.  And that we needed to question its value in negotiating humanity's place among the orders of dimensions.  Literature was global and state-wide.  Literature was friendly.  Literature was sharing metaphors and other dimensions.

    In order to unlock an new discovery for humanity we had to declare Literature free for anybody to produce.  And it may lead to other discoveries in the humanities and arts.  But probably didn't have any scientific prospect for inventions of new technologies.  However it did represent an advanced stage of culture that all Literature would be accepted fairly.  And judged together against that same rule which hath clipped every blade of grass; and watered its proportions; and fed and neutralized the soil.  People being treated in an way that was so as to make them fit the proportions of every other blade of grass.

    But the sciences would be bolstered by this discovery none-the-less; and humanity as an whole can move on together to unlock other advances and mysteries of human culture, civilization, and the spirit.

    Literature is intersectionality.

    That means, theoretically, any identity can be supported in literature.

    And can be read as the voice of the author of an type individual yet belonging to an whole community of voices and language tendencies in English.

    And can be read equally as male or female authors; in these two larger categories of being we call central to our culture.

    Yet not to exclude people other of sexes or masteries of performance.

    (Not necessarily to other them).

    English, as an whole, should be approached as an cultural centre in which any category of voice can be produced even if it's not like every other piece of grass and have the honor of an professional response by an person who works there or other people who have an special interest in this place.  It is not just an spoken language; it is an collection of texts and meditation of genres ranging from the nursery rhymes, the pet collar, the blogs, to the shopping list.  Every one of the places where English was written.

    And it was enough for him, and surprising in itself, that the Ambassador had spoken to him in English.

    That's why he ran out.

    He hadn't noticed the Ambassador was speaking to him in English.  The Ambassador had been speaking to him as though there was nothing unusual at all about it being English.

    Even though they were from different dimensions.

    He got him.

    I'll never be that last piece of grass when, finally clipped, becomes like every other.

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