7 Heavens and 7 Earth ? Yes it is but we cant move
Quran is very clear that Allah created 7 heavens and 7 earth in 6th CE which science has also approved in the name of parallel universe and mirror image of our universe etc.
“It is Allah Who has created seven heavens and of the earth the like thereof (i.e. seven). His Command descends between them (heavens and earth), that you may know that Allah has power over all things, and that Allah surrounds (comprehends) all things in (His) Knowledge.” [65:12]
But it is Allah alone who grants approval to discover the secrets of His creation only that much what He desires for humans and Jinns.
“O company of jinn and human, if ye have power to penetrate all the regions of the heavens and the earth, then penetrate them! You will never penetrate them save with Our approval [55:33]
This is very powerful verse in the Quran and a direct challenge to the human-beings and the whole world of Science that they cannot discover the mystery of the Allah’s creation, except ONLY what Allah will desire.
Dr. Derek P. Blake (Aerospace Engineer) so honestly said, “Essentially, we have explored 0% of the universe, and it will probably stay that way for as long as humans live. The universe is that big. I don't think we could ever get nearer to even 0.00001 percent”.
Only our Prophet was allowed to travel and see every creation of Allah, past and future through all these seven heavens and earth and their inhabitants also. He also saw the inhabitants of hell and heaven (the future) and all the prophets and messengers (past) and much more...
Is time travel possible, Albert Einstein said YES, just move faster than light, time will stop. EXCATLY, this happened when prophet returned back after his night ascension his bed was as warm as he just left it. [I personally believe, according to Quran verse 17:1, that it was a physical ascension and not at a dream or something spiritual] Buraq was a time travel machine in terms of speed as revealed by Prophet, so the Miraj or Night Ascension is as true as the sun and moon, scientifically because time stopped that night for Prophet.
New Theory Suggests Parallel Universes Interact With And Affect Our Own Universe-Lisa Winter Author in "Space & Physics"
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Listen the concept of space travel forcing you to see what you’ve repressed or your own death is just too good
@aquitainequeen Thank you for making me think too much about this, ft my own space/future themed oc’s
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“It takes the worst of you. It takes what you’d beg to forget.” He doesn’t look past the group of his crew huddled around the new technology the commander had dropped onto the ship.
“BioRobotics said you needed one of these for traveling.” He gestures to the small figure that everyone is crowded around.
“Ree M. Oate.” The figure, clearly a robot buzzes out. He can see the way the antennae pass a spark between them, purely an aesthetic choice.
“A language translator?” One of the crew laughs a little.
“Repurposed, one of the old models, therapy-bot now, well the closest you’ll be getting for your first few trips; the more you travel the better Bio-technology they give you.”
“That’s grim.”
“You learn to live with it; or you deserve it.” The man doesn’t smile, just patting the robot on its head. It beeps at him and he nods.
Nobody thinks twice of jumping anymore. Everyone does it; it’s too fast, too streamlined not to do it. The new robot is the only addition, the only strange thing in the usual travels.
“Okay Ree; why are you here? We’ve jumped before.”
“Longer jump means more issues.”
“Like motion sickness?” One laughs, they all remember when Rian had thrown up and spent two days huddled in bed after their first jump.
“Or panic?” Siv asks, nodding to Vivnia; she’d been screaming and crying after her first jump.
“Both can be symptoms; I’m for reassurance after.” Ree chirps and everyone nods, slowly preparing the ship to take off, slowly forgetting Ree is there. They don’t jump right away, it was common courtesy to wait until you were far enough out to now have wake when you jumped.
There’s a soft pulsing sound; a heartbeat. Everyone’s looking around, it's dark, a dull shimmer moving around the windows of the ship, it ripples like oil and before anyone can speak they just hear screaming.
Everyone knows how Vivnia sounds when she screams; but the sound from her mouth isn’t that, it’s almost a coughing, as if she can’t breathe. Her chest is moving, she’s not choking but the way her eyes are unfocused, the way her hands dig into her legs as she pulls them close to herself, everyone knows what she is seeing. When they look up to the windows, there is Vinia, bleeding, her throat torn open and her eyes gone. Nothing but a soft smile on her face, the only one she graces that smile to is Rian.
Ree is standing next to her when the jump ends.
“I see why we get better technology when we jump more.” Rian lets Ree comfort Vivnia. She does the same for him when they make the return jump.
Rian expects to see his death, he expects the crew to see it. Instead the dread that crawls up his stomach is the same that made him vomit on the first jump he did.
His father, fingers around his arm, draggin him through a dark hallway.
“If they ask you’re Rian. You’re not Riven. You’re Rian. Understand? The least you can do for this family is be something worthwhile.”
His father’s hand crushes his shoulder and he knows not to cry out. The medic that watches him scowls but doesn’t say anything, no one ever does.
“Name?” The commander standing in front of him asks, they’re both too young to talk about this.
Ree follows everyone, she keeps tabs, lets others know when they need physical comfort, flesh on flesh, when the others need space, when they need to be locked in somewhere small, when they need food, when they need things taken away. Ree knows all their needs and follows her job perfectly. Everyone is soaking in the horror of their deaths, of these memories that they would never speak of. It becomes normal, until they realize the commander will be the subject of the next jump.
The oil that shimmers is back, it always is before a bad jump, before everyone sees what the crew have tried so hard to repress. The commander, like everytime they jump, is standing facing the window, scowling slightly.
A letter torn in half is on the floor. There are water stains on it. There is a shaky hand reaching for it, everyone recognises the scar over the thumb. Everyone recognises the old royal seal.
Nobody knows how to decipher the child's writing.
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