Crossing the veil between worlds
We’re separated by thousands of miles and stormy skies. Sometimes, there’s an actual storm. Sometimes, Iranian, Russian or North Korean missiles criss-cross the sky.
We’ll never meet. Yet, our worlds converge here, our minds meet here, on this blog. The blog where vastly different worlds interact. Some minds are never going to be on the same wavelength. Never the twain shall meet, as they say. That’s just how it is and that’s perfectly alright. When we interact with someone we’ve never met before, it’s like crossing the veil between worlds. Between our world and their world, and vice versa. We are strangers in a strange land, exploring the terra incognita of another’s mind. Not every mind is worth exploring, the cynics would likely say most aren’t, but, sometimes, there’s no choice. A new job, a new relationship, you name it.
Then, there’s the most important veil we’re all going to face, some sooner, and some later: the veil between this life and whatever, if anything, comes next.
Our lives revolve around the mystery of death, that crossing between worlds. It doesn’t matter what our beliefs are. Instead of mourning and crying, even expressing anger at the misfortune of losing someone, we can think of the departed ones as lucky. Why? They already know the answer to the most important question we can ask: what happens after our physical body dies? Do we cease to exist, as atheists not just believe but claim to know, or do we go on in some form? As pure consciousness, perhaps? There are those who believe that at the precise point of death, our awareness expands massively. We’re no longer bound by space-time. This would explain how so many people claim to receive signs from loved ones and friends.
I watched a woman on YouTube who was talking about synchronicities. Her sister had passed away a week earlier. As she mourned, the woman was in a restuarant and thought of her sister. ”If you’re there, give me a sign.” That’s when a seemingly random girl sitting somewhere else in the restaurant stood up and screamed the name of the woman’s deceased sister. Now, I don’t know if the woman had just made it up, but the story illustrates what synchronicities are.
If our consciousness massively expands upon death of the physical body, then it makes sense we’d be able to engineer events that are beyond the reach of humans with our limited understanding of reality. In this case, if someone wants to reach us, they will, and we don’t need ouija boards, psychics, mediums, tarot, and all the rest of it, awash with fakes and scam artists. Hmm, maybe it’s best not to offend the psychics, they can be a vengeful lot, or even God in disguise, then it’s definitely not a good idea to be rude to them, even in writing.
Electronic voice phenomenon (recording the supposed voices of the dead – ask a question and leave your recorder on in a place with little to no noise and see what happens) is an exception. Anyone can try it out for free.
What if spirits aren’t always dead people but people from a parallel universe? People just like us from beyond the veil. We’re also spirits to them. This is a common sci-fi theme and there could be something to it. I’m not a fan of rigid sci-fi/reality divisions. Sci-fi, even fantasy, sometimes interlink with reality. Just look at all the myths and legends. Always a nugget of truth in them. Reality inspires legends and legends inspire reality.
Electronic voice phenomenon could very well be a recording not only of the dead, but of some other reality. Or it’s all just our devices picking up chatter from all around us. That’s why it’s vital to make sure there’s little to no noise when recording. These voices can be nice, threatening, or tease us to the point of annoyance.
They can be clear, barely audible, or something in-between.
It took me a month to get my first EVP. I left my old recorder running for about fifteen minutes. I listened to the first sixty seconds of that recording and there it was, some female voice speaking with an American accent complaining about her Girl Scout cookie order, though she also sounded like she was about to burst out laughing and was trying really hard not to. The quality of the EVP was surprisingly clear. It’s rare, usually these EVPs aren’t that clear at all. It’s an old recorder, so you can’t manipulate it digitally and there was no one in the room to secretly record the message. A really specific message at that. Cookie complaining? That’s where I draw the line.
My mind took me back to my chat with the Jewish woman in NYC I’d met seemingly by chance – we covered so many topics: alternate realities, a rather twisted (though some would love it, no doubt) take on the geopolitical order of the world, the Voynich Manuscript, AML (anti-money lanundering), genius, alternative schooling, dybbuks, money-luck, and much more.
Maybe that EVP was a message from a parallel universe, from that woman’s double over there, reaching across realities to tease me. Maybe it was the vengeful Chinese psychic. The world is much stranger than we think. I used to think most mysteries can be easily explained.
EVPs can be fun but there’s no guaranteee you’re going to record anything but the white noise. Still, try it out.