Hydrogen-Based is the Real, Cosmic Reality!
Do you ever wonder why 75% of the known universe is Hydrogen...uninhabitable, unexplorable H Y D R O G E N ?
So, what's up with Hydrogen?
Did you know that Hydrogen is the lightest element?
Did you know that your soul is like a bubble in cosmic terms?
And when you pass the physical constraints of this life, this carbon-based realm, this third-dimensional existence, your soul--like a bubble--rises in ascension to transcend the primitive existence of the temporal human being...perhaps? Yes!!!
#soulsnack #mindsmack 💗💙💚
Have you ever considered that HYDROGEN-BASED beings could live in all that Hydrogen that exists in a universe we can't explore--but because we are third-dimensional, carbon-based, primitive beings, with ten-percent-limited mind capacity, we can't possibly perceive it to be...?
Maybe we can't comprehend with our limited, human senses just like we can't comprehend what a black hole really is...or where it leads.
Because holes don't exist. Holes are just the name humans give to an entrance because they don't know where it leads. But all holes lead somewhere.
A hole in your head leads to your skull and brain, a hole in your jeans leads to your leg, a hole in the earth leads to dirt and water and fire...you get my drift, I'm sure!
So, we live a limited, timed life as human beings in the third-dimensional, carbon-based realm. We live in a realm that is a timed existence from the time we take our first breath of oxygen until we take our last.
We can only perceive what the third-dimensional limitations of existence allow us to perceive.
We can't perceive the fourth dimension--or what could possibly exist infinitely there--or the hydrogen-based realm that exists simultaneously with our own because we are limited and confined to the ability to perceive in the carbon-based third dimension only.
We won't be able to perceive the next dimension until we divinely travel (supernatural, cosmic transportation) to it via the passing of our physical human vessel -- or what humans call "death"...
Perhaps, the "universe"--as we see and perceive it--is NOT all the universe is.
Consider this...there are many universes called the Ever~Verses, and our universe is only one dimension and one perception, and one base out of the many.
Even if we use machines to see and technology to perceive, the machines and technology still are perceived by the human eyes, so our perception of what a machine or technology shows us will still be a limited perception according to what our limited eyes and minds allow us to see and perceive via the technology and machine.
It falls back to our limitations as carbon-based, oxygen-breathing, third-dimensional human beings indeed.
But that's not to say it's the way it will always be!
I personally believe that's what eternal life is and the gift that Jesus Christ promised us for believing the truth. He did promise ETERNAL LIFE as the gift!
The infinitely unconditional gift of eternal life for you and me!
Perhaps the event that humans have termed "death" isn't a death at all...
Seeing as, humans--by means of limited perception, logic, phonics, and communication--are most likely the ONLY SPECIES in the entire Ever~Verses to call the event of passing from the physical realm to the spiritual realm..."death"...maybe it's not what we've always thought it was or perceived it to be; considering our perception has always been limited.
So, instead of believing what we've all been taught since birth by those before us and what someone taught them (predisposition due to learned behavior via culture and heritage) maybe it's time to understand humans leading humans isn't always the wisest path, and sometimes, what we learn is what they wanted us to learn--versus what reality really is.
Perhaps, spiritual health and wellness require we question everything in the pursuit of our awakening, even our culture and heritage and the learned beliefs and behaviors we've adopted and adapted to in the process of being born and living a life in a human-built society. The constructs of our global society as a species were determined long before you or I were born. But that doesn't mean we can't awaken to the possibility of a cosmic truth now!
Human terms are limited because they were terms devised by human perception. No other being in the universe is going to refer to any aspect of existence in the terms that humans know existence...because human terms are limited to human beings on Earth.
Hence, a human calls the sun the sun, but an alien might call the sun a sizz. You feel me? Humans call our own planet Earth, and a planet--while an alien might call our planet something like Testraa and all planets "orbs" instead of planets. You feel me?
Everything we do, think, feel, and speak is limited to human perception. Human perception is limited to carbon-based, and carbon-based is limited to the third dimension. We will never understand anything beyond the base and dimension we were assigned upon our cosmic birth to this realm.
So, it falls back to the terms we give events that are unknown/unperceivable to our limited perception...because, like a black hole, we don't know where it leads.
These assigned terms (like death) that life as a human being requires of us so that we can identify and understand what is happening to us as a species--like passing from our physical vessels, what happens to our souls, and where our eternal spirits go from here--are what we live by regardless of their cosmic accuracy.
So, what if the event of passing or leaving our physical, human vessels is the beginning of our cosmic, divinely ordained spiritual upgrade...and rather than an ending, a wonderful beginning? A fresh start for our souls!
The journey of our souls! Life on Earth is only one small fragment of the greater whole.
Thy Hydrogen Theory | Written and Explained by JD Slayton 2022-2023 © Copyright All Rights Reserved J.D. Slayton.
As personally relayed to me by the Angels of Destiny.
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In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.
But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.
Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.
His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.
And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.
From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.
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Six Sentence Sunday
Thanks for the tag @rimeswithpurple (your Dev and Baz are coming along!) + @shrekgogurt and @thewholelemon. I haven't had a chance to look at your snips yet but I will soon!
It was another wet weekend and to celebrate Mother's Day my children decided to fight about everything: the Nintendo Switch, the art supplies, and which of them mommy actually belongs to. Sigh.
I tried to art again while the kids painted next to me. It is supposed to be Lady Ruth and Simon's home for the new WIP. What it actually is is a humbling experience. I spent way too long on my little watercolor home and it doesn't look very good. (I am proud of the little trees out front though. They actually turned out.)
If you're keeping up with The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, we are now entering the second half of the story and our plot will move quickly, which is exciting. If you are not yet reading, after last Friday's chapter, there is almost nothing I can tease anymore without spoiling some aspect of the story. Read at your own risk!
A little past Baz snip from Chapter 8 below.
The young man hovering over Baz now is backlit by the setting sun, turning his blonde curls into a glowing crown.
“Your thrall is impressive,” the blonde man drawls in a thick French accent. Baz immediately sits up.
“Excuse me?”
“I have been watching you,” the French man takes a seat on the blanket next to Baz. “The mortals approach you even though you do nothing.”
Mortals?
“I am Julien.” The young man holds out a hand with a smile. Baz flinches at the sight. He has seen teeth like these countless times in the mirror. “How do you do it?” Julien asks, as Baz shakes his hand. “They are drawn to you like flies.”
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Eternal Heatstroke
chapter 3: struggling to exist with you (and without you)
Tensions come to a boiling point.
Contains long discussions of child abuse and neglect, nightmares, and mild blood and injury.
(this chapter has one of the two scenes i wrote this entire fic around. please enjoy.)
Running, always running, until their legs give out from under them and they tumble into the brimstone, the howls of angry, starving ghouls descending on them. The portal is always just out of reach, always flickering out. They never make it through.
Aeon wakes from every nightmare exhausted, bruises under their eyes, lips and tongue and tail bitten bloody as they hold in their cries. They pull together the broken pieces of themself before they have to face the pack, Papa, the roaring of the crowds just about every night.
They collapse into their bunk, or onto a too soft hotel mattress, and pass out just to do it again.
Read the rest on ao3, or start from the beginning.
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Constantly thinking about how WWX thinks about JC how he thinks JFM thought about YZY but mostly as how he denied and yet carelessly commented JFM thinks (disregards) about JC
It is so, so, so fucked up and one of the reasons why chengxian is so doomed by the narrative bc no matter what JC does or says, WWX already "knows" what is about. Bc JC is his shidi and WWX knows best. And still, pre masacre, pre core exchange, it could have work. It could have, because they love each other so much but JC lost his core. WWX thinks he chose his parents. He thinks Jc choose the dead bodies of his parents, a filial duty, over survival, over him. And he never forgave Jc for it.
Bc now is WWX turn to assume the consequences of his shidi actions, now it is his turn to bear the pain for him. And he does not do it with reluctance, he does not, he does it bc he loves Jc so so much, but still. Still. The hurt it caused it. The hell it send to him. The hopelessness.
And then to see his shidi thrive were he can’t no longer. To see him shine when he is but a shadow. To see him reach for the impossible time and time again as if it was not WWX who never gave up before, who rallied his shidi over his (small, imagined, greedy) woes. To see all that and know envy, envy he had denied his whole life and envy he will repress into resentment, into sth useful bc WWX is not like yzy or Jc he is not, he does not hurt the ones he lives with his jealousy and sense of inferiority. Bc how can he not envy, when one says his dad doesn’t love him but he still has a dad? When one says he is not enough for his sect when he has such a inheritance, such a clear path at life. And WWX never cared never ever ever, how could he? He loved his shidi best, in spite of all the bad things.
And somehow, Jc himself is a thing he has to be loved in spite of. And it’s heartbreaking.
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