Reality is a fickle bitch, innit she?
One of my favorite subgenres in entertainment is the increasingly popular one of odd, metaphysical, sometimes downright spiritual events within otherwise relatively grounded stories. Things like casual time travel, shifting realities, alternate timelines, etcetera.
This is largely because I can relate. A few years back, I’d been experimenting with intentionally “hopping timelines” – or “sliding” for the true nerds out there – via meditation. I suppose this is the sort of meditation that would quite literally be deemed “transcendental”.
I would tap into the fractal morphology of the universe – that is, the pattern of all existence. I’d visualize it as many currents, rivers, flowing into one another and out again. These rivulets and streams being various timeline branches afforded by every action that ever happens in our shared existence.
The trick was to search for a river that had the right vibe that I was going for…finding the reality that suited my purposes, essentially. Unfortuneately, it seems some higher level of understanding is necessary for this to be successful. Or perhaps some mechanism, as yet beyond my abilities, in order to steer properly. Whatever the case, I wound up in the Trumpandemic Timeline. At that point, I opted to take a cue from the show Fringe and, rather than continue hopping to worse and worser still timelines, just stay put and make the best of this reality.
Well, it’s been a bit of a struggle! But certainly not all bad. The birth of my granddaughter just took place recently. Who knows if I would have her if I’d kept skipping around? And while employment has been tricky (to say the least) these past few years, things are finally looking up. I am a professional writer and I suspect I’ll be landing a new full-time opportunity in the tech field again very soon.
I’ve elected to be grateful for what I have (praise Lord Ganesh), to recognize how lucky and “blessed” I truly am, and to stop fighting the River. Go with the flow, as they say…
Love always,
– lls