are faced with these questions daily, maybe you also stumble through the dark looking for an exit you already know does not exist. For the remaining eternity, captured and imprisoned, one's reality remains in excruciating despair, but in this mental and physical pain I remain here and wonder. I wonder if this meta system's oppressive prison box contains anything but a prejudice and racist logic.

Inside a prison box a life is debilitated by constant head pain and with the sudden crippling of vertigo. Vertigo can be set off by either military style electromagnetic wave weapons or broadcast wifi functions. Lumps of code initiating an anonymous system inside your body which uses your own bodies stored energy to electrically stimulate or shock the brain. And something behind it all is so treacherously evil one is deemed to be mad if trying to explain. "Biohacking is the future of humanity, with each thought trackable when converted into a simple text node and this kind of connectivity has paved the way for remote viewing."

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.