INSTANT KARMA

If there is no time, then we must live in an instant.  How can this be true or even understood? It’s all because of perspective.   If the pressure of the fourth dimension results in a product (time), then that product is seen in the fourth dimension only, and not in the fifth (containing the fourth) or the sixth containing the fifth.  From those dimensions, they are not seen as time, but as an instant.

Think of it like this: there is a book and the book is suspended in the air in the middle of a room. At this moment, you are small enough to fit in the pages and you are flat like the pages and you are inside of this book living the same life you do now on earth.

The pages each have a story that has been written and have plenty of room to write more and when you are inside you cannot see an end to them or a beginning because it runs in an eternal cycle. The last page becomes the first, and every page is the last. There is no book cover because there is no room for it and of course, no need. The pages go in a complete circle being so tight you cannot see between them. Actually, you can barely tell it’s a book but if you get close enough you could see that there are pages (planes) and there are an infinite number of them. The closer you get the more pages there are. You can never get close enough to see one page.  But of course, you don’t even know it’s a book because you are inside of it. You have no idea what it is because the border of the book is the extent of your vision.

But you don’t like being in the book and you want to leave.  You desire to be outside of the book and see it for what it really is.  This will prove hard because you see no border to the book, no way out, the pages go on forever, there is no beginning or end, and no escape.  So you must imagine very hard and mentally take yourself outside of the book so you can see the border. You cannot go there, but you can imagine going there, and that’s good enough to get there.  Once you have done this, you have left the book and instantly arrive at a perspective where the book is seen as a point in the distance, because you are so far away.  At this moment you can never get closer to the point or further from it.  No matter which direction you go, the point stays the same size and occupies the same spot in your field of vision.

Now, because you are outside of the book, and can no longer see the pages, everything in it does not exist to you because you can never be close enough to see it as anything but a point. It will always be a point and will always keep its secret of time.  It will never reveal to you it is more than just a point but divided into infinite experiences squeezed and held in by the pages.  This secret is reserved for only those that are inside of it and experience it.  To something outside, it will experience none of these infinite instances going on inside, but rather one instance (point) as seen from the outside.

This is why I say time is not a dimension.  It is the result of a dimension for us to experience.