Who would know if this was only the truth. A truth that leaves me with this one desired mission, to find my way back. I now must continually ask myself if one really wants to go back to live in a world pre understanding accidents, pre awakening and as I remember, co-existing mostly with ignorance, denial, and a refusal to acknowledge the darker facets of existence. In a realm where "seeing no evil" equates to the absence of evil, now seems like a prospect supporting a society on the cusp of absolute evil. Deceived and gasslite by their governments is a futures prospectus dangerously fraught with deceit and certainty for most all.

My journey is a journey through an alchemical magician’s illusionary and wondrous cosmic of magic. An alchemist’s secret world run by puppeteers who in this world appear more saintly but later reveal themselves as split personalities do. Lifting the vale to very dark seated soles and inhibiting a forever unfulfilled hunger for humans’ overly oxygenated frightened blood. As if a biblical sacrifice they have seeked out the blood of the innocent. Unfortunately, until one knows just what gods exist, innocent most are. Treacherous goblins and fallen angels, the watchers and helper pagan witches who prey over one’s life like a demonic child playing with ants and fire.

Penultimately when they have grown tired of your responses or failing to break your will, blast you through to another dimension which so happens to be this dimension. And into what feels as if lunatic sociopaths and psychopaths together have enforced technological cultural changes in plain sight and under all’s noses. Where from inside the matrix all the puppets who reside as unknown and the worst of the two knowingly, serve the dark side of humanity. In this new world vulnerable, stripped and powerless, subjected to the betrayal and cruelty from those supposed closest is where in the dark of the cave one’s final journey must begin.

Twice now I have walked away from accidents that did not defy the laws of physics but only needed all the laws of quantum physics to assure one’s survival. A multitude of variables intertwine by their connectedness, through a precise staggering of each variable timing they converge to culminate into the ultimate of conclusions. Not only to serve as a debilitated life directional path but to blindside into the mind of the innocent the absolute appearance that one must either be blessed by a god or the luckiest person alive. This is the truth or truth is you die in one dimension and for mystical reasons appear simultaneously in a new other. This nuttily would put me into a class of people labelled as inter dimensional travellers.

Either way my mission now seems to be about finding my way back or at the very least coming to understand just what is going on with humanity and this sleeping treacherous, spinning out of control dimension. For five years now (at the time of writing), the latter part I have neglected as any personified truth. And with me in this moment writing this short story, just maybe it is a part of me that has it figured out and whether threatened or not my search and verbalization of truth continues to the very end. This is me playing them at their own game writing as cryptic as I can be. If you are clever enough while discarding the madness and reading in between the lines we are left with a truth, all of it.

A link back to accident or dimension leap one

Although with neither of my suspiciously dangerous accidents do I really believe responsible for blasting my consciousness into another dimension. My enforced awakening had shown the now connectedness of all things and illuminating a life are all caused results and the prolific use of cause and effect. With all those oddish behaviours and questions that gathered like objects filling a room, all in a singular moment answered. Something had been there all along and it would not take a quantum traveling to expose it. However, accidents do represent how sudden change in world views can ambiguously happen with a wallop. This accident is about the one accident that connected a multiple of accidents by a singular thought. Signalling and beginning changes to my world forever.

A red-faced plumber’s van driver is preoccupied in a vociferous road rage exchange. To be the first away at the congested traffic T intersection and not paying any attention to the right of way or green/red lights, the van driver synchronises a waving of the furious fist while also flooring it to cut the other car off. “Me first you ruddy such and such,” surmising had screamed from his mouth like a fowl chicken struggling a very large egg.

Meanwhile I'm in the cycle lane riding on the downslope at about 25 to more like 30 km per hour. Moments before the lights had turned green, relaxing the senses to the point of no need to speed up or slow down. I was an experienced rider who knew full well green lights pose more danger than illegally riding reds. For those interested in my claimed facts, riding through a red, one’s own senses are best trusted to the point of eliminating a higher percentage of the element of surprise. I could write the argument in detail, but this story is about an accident and interdimensional travel.