Crisis – Swimming Across the Multiverse

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
Caen, Normandy in ruins after bombings of July 8th and 9th, 1944

The Occupation

The ‘city’ had come to a complete standstill.  With a bone-chilling shudder I became lucid in the dream and realized that it was the entire multiverse.  In my dreams it was a huge industrial city, with the feel of a place that’s both utterly polluted and completely corrupted.  I thought of it sort of like German-occupied Poland and also like Moscow under soviet rule.  It had been ‘bad’ for a long time.  But then recently someone had seized power and now wielded it far more destructively.  They were intent upon total domination at any cost, even the self-annihilation of this whole creation.

Now the streets were filled with the equivalent of military tanks.  No one was allowed outside.  All transportation, communication and services had ceased.  I couldn’t spare any time to worry about food, medical aid, whoever might need help.  They were dying and would continue dying, and I had to focus on the source.  This was a siege by force.  The tyranny and powers behind this didn’t care what happened to anyone.  All of the people/spirits could die/be destroyed, for all they cared.

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
Cromwell tanks of 2nd Welsh Guards crossing the bridge at Nijmegen in Holland during Operation Market Garden, Sept 21,1944

The Bridge

I had to get across the water.  In the darkness I made my way to the shore and declared that I’d swim it.  I felt like I was alone, yet a crowd was trying to talk me out of it.  They thought it was sheer madness.  They truly believed that I was going to my death, as my final act of desperation.  I wouldn’t heed them.  I knew that I could do it, and that only I could do it.  I said firmly, “No!  I’m doing this.  I’m a really good swimmer.”  I would hear no arguments, and I could not be swayed.

I strode forward shrugging them all off.  Everyone else faded, still fretting. I knew that they believed that this was the end, that I was destroying myself and with me, every last bit of hope they had.  I couldn’t spare any time or energy to strengthen them.  Nothing mattered but fulfilling my purpose and taking the actions that I knew I must take now.

I looked up to my left at the big bridge sitting empty.  In the dream it was like a suspension bridge, but overlaid with that were layers upon layers of bridges too, stacked.  It was both.  A fresh chill rattled my bones to the core.  Was this the Tri-gate, now in the hands of dangerous enemies?  The question was the answer – if I had to ask myself, then I already knew.  I could spare no time to rage or to mourn.  Instead every muscle in me bunched, determined to do anything and everything necessary to right this.  My creation would not be the spoils of war and conquest.

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
Wine glass – photographer unknown

The Tyrants

I looked up and down the near and far shore, using my internal zoom lens.  The water was empty – no ships, barges, no boats at all.  The factories lining the shores still belched smoke, but there wasn’t a human/spirit to be seen.  I felt carefully, and found none hiding in wait anywhere.  There was no deceit in this emptiness.  I frowned at their arrogance, both my grace and their disgrace. I could already follow the thread that would be their undoing – but at what cost would this all have been lost and recovered?

I scanned even further, cautious, determining why no one was seeking me. I realized how fortunate it was that the oppressors had taken control so violently, that on this first night, in the early aftermath of their blitz, they felt invincible.  I knew that they’d planned their campaigns so carefully but their victory had never been assured.  Thus they’d only half-planned and half improvised their initial occupation.

I found their energies and touched them very gingerly from afar, with utter care that they not sense me.  They felt assured of their control and thought their martial law was complete. With so much devastation and loss of life, they believed that everyone was crushed for good. They counted on my compassion to keep me busy aiding those in need. Now they were off in private celebrating their victory, in a fortified building in the center of the toppled city.  They were toasting themselves, in the lull before rolling out extensive military forces and safeguards against revolt. By tomorrow morning they’d fill every street, home and space in between with their occupying troops.

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
Hudson River

Across the Water

I was certain now.  They’d underestimated me again, and afforded me this one-time opportunity to get away. No one was looking for me. I looked back at the water.  It appeared to me like the Hudson River in winter, and I also thought of it like the English channel – neither of which I’ve seen or really know anything about in this lifetime.  These must be past life memories as references.  In the dream it appeared many miles across, and very hazardous.

I began wading and soon had to swim.  It was a very, very long swim!  I knew that the water was ‘freezing cold’ but I was completely impervious to the temperature.  I used up a tremendous amount of energy and knew again that anyone else attempting this swim would have given up and succumbed to the water by now.  That wasn’t an option for me.  My iron resolve to right things had filled me with an unbelievable reserve of willpower, one I hadn’t even known I possessed, as if I’d saved it up all of my existence for this moment.  I swam on sheer determination and found my invincibility within it.

As I finally neared the far shore, I became aware that the water was absolutely filthy.  I’d known it from the start but refused to consider it, focused only on the arduous crossing.  Now that I knew I’d make it, I faced some of the personal implications of what I was doing. I saw both above and below water where pollutants and trash had been dumped everywhere. I shuddered and thought about all that I was exposing myself to – every pollutant, disease and toxic waste product ever dumped into this creation.  The effects of the miasma were apparent, the carcasses and bones of poisoned spirits floating all around me, brushing against me, often forcing me to push or kick them aside in order to pass.

Story of swimming across the multiverse sea, in the midst of occupation and martial law, in order to activate the hidden program at the crucial moment
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch – photo from NOAA

Toxic Waste

As the lucid dreamer I considered the likelihood that I’d get sick, weaken, and suffer an early death sometime after this task was completed, my natural lifespan cut short because of this contamination. I was willing to accept that. I found a new reserve of strength and swam harder, thinking to spare myself every second of exposure that I could. Swimming still gave me too much time to think, with nothing else to do. I thought of humans on earth exposed to nuclear weapons, chemical weapons, biological weapons.

My embodied self remembered how taking on the toxicity and disease of the multiverse has been one of the very hardest parts for my physical body here, especially in this last life. What new suffering could this cause, and how much worse could it get? I reaffirmed that I was still willing to sacrifice myself in this quest. If it was my last, then so be it. I sent a hope that if so, I could spare myself excessive suffering here by delaying the effects, or else encountering them so strongly that my mortal life end quickly.

I vowed to keep my lips sealed tight and not let any water into my mouth.  I thought about all of my pores, and how it would get into my body anyhow. I shoved those thoughts way. What choice did I have?  I was already swimming in toxins. I had to get across, and I was almost there. I waded out and forced all of those worries aside.  I’d made the crossing. No one had seen me.  No snipers had stood on the bridge aiming for me. No hostile enemies lined the shore to thwart me.  I made it.

Hallow ~ May 16th, 2016

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Swim
by Jack’s Mannequin

Swim for your life
Swim for the music
That saves you
When you’re not so sure you’ll survive
You gotta swim
And swim when it hurts
The whole world is watching
You haven’t come this far
To fall off the earth
The currents will pull you
Away from your love
Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave
Begging to tear down the dawn
Memories like bullets
They fired at me from a gun
A crack in the armor
I swim to brighter days
Despite the absence of sun
Choking on salt water
I’m not giving in
I swim

You gotta swim
Through nights that won’t end
Swim for your families
Your lovers your sisters
And brothers and friends
Yeah you’ve gotta swim
Through wars without cause
Swim for the lost politicians
Who don’t see their greed as a flaw

The currents will pull us
Away from our love
Just keep your head above

I found a tidal wave
Begging to tear down the dawn
Memories like bullets
They fired at me from a gun
Cracking me open now
I swim for brighter days
Despite the absence of sun
Choking on salt water
I’m not giving in
Well I’m not giving in
I swim

You gotta swim
Swim in the dark
There’s no shame in drifting
Feel the tide shifting and wait for the spark
Yeah you’ve gotta swim
Don’t let yourself sink
Just find the horizon
I promise you it’s not as far as you think
The currents will drag us away from our love
Just keep your head above
Just keep your head above
Swim
Just keep your head above
Swim, swim
Just keep your head above
Swim