Ideas that were meant to lull me to sleep woke me up. At night the man I sleep with listens to string theorists and mathematicians as a way to relax. I tend to pass this time exclusively with fantasy and lucid thoughts, far from logic. How-ever, one night while lying there, I overheard a man discussing the mathematical description of each Dimension.
The 1st Dimension is a line connecting any two points. It has no width or depth. The 2nd Dimension has both length and width. A three-dimensional object has length, width, and height. The 4th Dimension defines time. This is the Dimension we perceive with our human eyes. While imperceptible as far as our senses are concerned, the next few dimensions only exist in mathematical calculations and constructs.
The 6th Dimension became interesting to me. According to scientists, we would see a plane of all other possible worlds. We could compare and position all the possible universes that start with the same initial conditions as ours, deriving from the Big Bang. In theory, the 6th Dimension allows you to travel back and forth in time. I began to wonder, “If what they’re saying is true, God must be hiding in this dimension, for sure.” I just picture the great spirit floating around and scrutinizing all which has yet to happen.
I can imagine favorites being picked, others being ignored, and some being stomped out of existence just because it was funny to watch it happen. When I think about great artists, they all seem to be able to slip in and out of trances to extract the good stuff not of this world. So I began to wonder if they were channeling messages from the 6th Dimension. Perhaps they were exposing God in his 6th Dimensional hideout. I think of Agnes Martin, Hilma Af Klint, Joan Miró, André Masson, and Hans Arp, and I know this is what they were doing. A few generations later, artists are still scratching at the 6th Dimension. Hiba Schahbaz through dreams, Fabièn Adele’s stony-like paintings stand like holy rocks for the viewer to pray with, and Lilah Slager Rose possesses an automatic channeling process. Despite the complexity of their images, there’s usually no plan for where they’ll go next.
So imagine God sitting there looking at all of the possibilities that time and space offer, yet he feels a little suckle on his toe or a tap on his right shoulder. He looks around and seems all alone. I can assure you that he is not, but rather a few fugitive artists are hanging for a good long look into the eternal possibility, scribbling a few notes, and diving into the meditative channels that run through this dimension.
– Hilde Lynn Helphenstein
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