This is a good example of multidimensionality, written by Suzan Carroll, PhD, in Chapter 2 of her book entitled Becoming One (2008)...
THE STAIRWAY
I awaken to find myself on a stairway. Above me the stairs are
brighter and of a loose form. Below me the stairs become
darker and appear to be more constricted.
I look at the stairs above me and feel a sparkle of love calling
me to climb them. But when I try, I find that an inner pull urges
me to go down the stairs below me. As I turn to look down the
stairway, fear chills my heart.
“Why would I want to go down there?” I say to myself.
"Because you already have," whispers a voice that seems to
emanate from the sparkle of love above me.
"If I have been to that place," I ask, "why would I ever want to
return?"
"You do not need to return," the voice breathes into my heart.
"You have never left."
"No, that is not possible. I feel myself only here, upon this
step."
"But you are on other steps as well. There is a ‘you’ (in fact,
there are many of ‘you’) on every step. You see, each step is
like a dimension, a plane of existence."
"If there are so many fragments of myself, why don't I know
about them?"
"Do you feel the pull from the steps beneath you?"
"Yes, I do."
"That pull is coming from the portions of your self that are lost
in the lower dimensions. They are lost because they believe
they are alone. Because you have not freed them, you believe
that you are alone."
"How can I free them when I feel as though I am lost myself?"
"Oh my one, you are not lost. You have found your higher
voice; you have found me! Your ‘lost’ fragments of self have
sent you up this stairway, like a scout, to see if there is another
way. Now you have found it. Go back and share your
experience with them."
"Please don't make me leave. I remember it down there now,
and I want to stay here."
"You shall stay where you are, just as you will stay where you
have been. You will not move; instead, you will expand."
"Expand?"
"Yes. You see yourself now as a single point of awareness.
Can you extend that awareness to imagine that you are
standing on every step?"
I close my eyes and call upon my imagination. I have always
had a vivid imagination. Oh yes, there they are. There is a
person on every step. Each one has the same amount of light
and density as the step that they are standing on. They all look
very different, but there is something about them that feels the
same, as well.
"Yes," the voice replies to my thoughts. "They all are of one
consciousness. Can you feel how you and I are the same?"
It seems difficult for me to imagine that I could be the same as
this wise and loving voice, but I close my eyes and try to make
the connection. At first all I can perceive are the many voices of
doubt, ridicule, and fear calling from the stairs below me. But
gradually, I also feel the love and support flowing from the
stairs above me, as well.
With this feeling, my consciousness and perception begin to
expand more and more. I feel pulled like a rubber band being
stretched so tight that it is ready to break. Tighter and tighter I
feel the pull until I can barely stand the tension.
Then, with a sudden snap, I understand. I am the loving voice
that has guided me. I am the pull of fear and doubt. I am each
person upon each step. In fact, I am each step and the
imagination that created them. I am all in all.
"Yes," resonates the loving voice from every person, every
step, and every dimension. "We are a multidimensional being.
It is our expansion from a singular consciousness to
multidimensional consciousness that allows us to know who we
are."
This work reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2002, based on a dream I had. I had no knowledge of multidimensionality or anything related, yet it seems to resonate with the above. I have read that we contact the 4th dimension in our dreams. I find that a lot of my earlier writings made mention of things I had no conscious awareness of but when I look back, I can see what was filtering out. If you write, look back at your older works and see what you might find lurking within. Anyway, here's my unedited poem based on the dream ...
Under the Sea
I had a dream
in which I died
And in that dream
I neither laughed nor cried
I was in water
neither hot nor cold
I didn't feel fear
I no longer felt old
I was simply puzzled
as to how it could be
That I was alive and could breathe
under the sea
I was inside a house
Victorian style
Where sea horses wink and
beckon with elfin smiles
I stood at the bottom
of a long flight of stairs
When I realized I could pull myself up
by the heavy side rails
I climbed one step at a time
neither floating nor drifting away
Each step seemed to wash off
a bit more of yesterday
The higher I climbed
the lighter I became
No longer subject to the gravity
of another world's claim
I walked as easily
as if I was walking through air
Step after step
as I climbed the stairs
When I reached the top, I paused ...
contemplating from whence I had come
It was gloomy and murky
a deep shade of glum
Yet when time was now
it seemed none of these
Now glided like a butterfly
on a warm summer breeze
But time passed and the butterfly
became a cold gray cocoon
What never really was
had died and become entombed
At the bottom of the stairs
under the sea
Of an old Victorian house
for me to see
How could it be
that in the light all seemed right
But now sight was clearer
through the gloom of night
The fire dwindled,
went cold and was gone
And the memories that clung to it
as well passed along
When I paused to catch my breath
bubbles floated up under the sea
And a passing sea horse got caught
threw back his head and sneezed
Tiny ripples of water tickled my face
and I laughed, well pleased
For wherever I am
isn't important, you see
For wherever I am
I am still me
It was then that I awoke
and marveled at this dream
It didn't make sense
It wasn't what it seemed
Was it a ghost of the past
come back to haunt
Or was it a vision of the future
sent to daunt
It gave neither sense of dread
nor fear of death
No loss of time or space
or loved ones left
Perhaps death is nothing more
than a passing through
Of some other space and time
and phenomenological zoo
The dream never returned
so I'll never know with certainty
The meaning of the riddle
silently sleeping under the sea
2002 Cheryl Nelson
